It’s rare indeed to find prose where every few sentences delivers up a vivid metaphor or descriptive turn that’s subtly connective to the reader. These vital vignettes of a post-War Bedfordshire childhood are delivered to us through rich recurrences and strange isolations of character. Their interwoven tones and fractured guises offer a near-Cubist set of perspectives that avoid any centralising or forceful moral, opting instead for a gentle observational illumination that allows the chapters’ slant meanings to float insistently into memory. — Mario Petrucci; At a time when children at play have become ‘warnings’ along service roads, a time of growing isolation from the natural world and eco-anxiety amongst the young, it is necessary and urgent for them to put their screens away and discover how their elders played, learned and dreamed. Open Strings is an irresistible invitation to do just that: read, imagine, and read again. — Isabelle Llasera, author; Open Strings captures so well the rough edges, sharp corners, loose ends, terrors and daily miracles of childhood; its rivalries and moments of unexpected tenderness. A compelling, first-rate story that invites the reader to become a participant and a collaborator; thereby drawing the reader into a debate on the nature and power of story, of memory and on the nature of ‘reality’ itself. — Jackie Fellague, poet and environmentalist; I felt I was stepping into a bygone age. Beautiful writing, evocative yet with a poetic economy of style. The quirky characters and the landscape are deliciously encapsulated. So much to dwell on: a wonderful novella. — Emma Curtis, novelist; A vivid picture of a bygone era, brilliantly brought to life through detailed observation. The reader is effortlessly and intimately involved in the narrative. — Bernard Lord, poet; Gordon Simms captures the spirit of a rural, post-war childhood in this enchanting story. Through his evocative descriptions and masterful dialogue we see how one boy’s friendships and rivalries prepare him for the wider world. — Harriet Springbett, author