Time of the Kingfishers [Paperback]

David Watmough (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: July 1, 2002

A rich, elegiac novel about family, friendship, and loyalty featuring Watmough's protagonist Davey Bryant. As the compassionate and witty narrator, Davey leads the reader through various upheavals in the life he shares with Ken, his companion, and their friends. At the heart of their journeys is Davey's own plaintive recollections of a past we all hope to recapture.

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About the Author

David Watmough was born in London, England in 1926. He is the author of several novels and short-story collections, including The Time of the Kingfishers and Hunting With Diana, Thy Mother's Glass, and The Year of Fears. David lives in Vancouver.

Product Details

• Paperback: 194 pages
• Publisher: Arsenal Pulp Press (July 1, 2002)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1551520087
• ISBN-13: 978-1551520087
• Product Dimensions: 8.5 x 5.5 x 0.6 inches
• Shipping Weight: 9.9 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #8,840,067 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Watmough money, Watmough problems, January 10, 2003

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nickunt (Nottingham, UK) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Time of the Kingfishers (Paperback)

David Watmough is one of Britains greatest living gay historians, and his latest oeuvre is a tribute to his dedication and fanatical attention to detail. I loved the way his breezy, almost conversational prose brings new light to such stories as the time Henry VIII pulled a pike out of the River Thames, or how, on Bosworth Battle field, King Richard had time to fetch a 28 pound mirror carp out of Ashby Pond, using only a horsehair line and a maggot bait.
I, for one, had no idea James I was a keen fly fisherman, and how, on many occasions he'd simply pop down to the burn and catch his own salmon for breakfast, or that in 1066 King Harold, just before he got shot in the eye, ate a hearty lunch of kippers that he'd caught and smoked himself the previous week. Wonderful, fascinating stuff. Warmly recommended.