About Anthony Burgess:
Born 25th February 1917, Anthony Burgess, who will always be remembered for his eighth book, The Clockwork orange, was born Jack Wilson in a small house in Harpurhey, the son of a bookkeeper and part-time pianist, and the musician/dancer he met at the Ardwick Empire. When he was a baby he was found lying in his cot with his mother and sister dead beside him, both victims of Spanish flu.
Born 25th February 1917, Anthony Burgess, who will always be remembered for his eighth book, The Clockwork orange, was born Jack Wilson in a small house in Harpurhey, the son of a bookkeeper and part-time pianist, and the musician/dancer he met at the Ardwick Empire. When he was a baby he was found lying in his cot with his mother and sister dead beside him, both victims of Spanish flu.
Invalided at home in 1959 with a terminal illness, he became a professional writer in the hope that in his final year he would provide some security for his wife. The medical diagnosis was wrong, and Burgess stayed with his new carreer, writing more than 30 novels and other books. This prolific and often controversial writer once created a storm when he returned to his native city and said: "As a piece of civic planning, or rather unplanning, I think it's terrible."
Dates:
(1917-1993)
(1917-1993)
Nationality:
English
English
Genre(s):
Short stories; Autobiographies; Novels; Plays; Fantasy fiction; Translations; Picaresque novels; Literary criticism; Science fiction; Children's literature; Historical novels; Essays; Film scripts
Short stories; Autobiographies; Novels; Plays; Fantasy fiction; Translations; Picaresque novels; Literary criticism; Science fiction; Children's literature; Historical novels; Essays; Film scripts
Notable Work:
A Clockwork Orange, 1962
A Clockwork Orange, 1962
From "A Clockwork Orange":
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither.
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither.
