Category: Sam Youd

winter swan kippers

Going out tonight

Her father was already sitting in his high-backed wooden chair mauling the remains of a kipper in his hands. He looked up as she came in, blinking in the light. ‘’Ello,’ he said. ‘You’re late,...

darby-joan winter-swan

I’ll bury her properly

Mrs du Cros, leading against a small slam in Hearts, turned at the sound of a fall. She saw Mr Garland looking up, frightened and bewildered, and beside him the slumped figure of Mrs Hallam....

winter swan whirlpool proposal

Forgive my inexperience

‘Dear Mrs Hallam,’ he said, ‘there is a matter I should like to put to you. It is a delicate one but I have little gift for subtlety, and I can only hope that you...

WinterSwan Barometer

The hurrying years

Throughout the world there was change, violent and uncompromising. Wars, tidal waves, volcanic eruptions; and the relentless revolution of the seasons. But to see it, to catch the monster with claws outstretched, was hardly to...

Who was John Christopher?

Sam Youd was born in Lancashire in April 1922, during an unseasonable snowstorm.

As a young boy, he was devoted to the newly emergent genre of science-fiction: ‘In the early thirties,’ he later wrote, ‘we knew just enough about the solar system for its possibilities to be a magnet to the imagination.’

Over the following decades, his imagination flowed from science-fiction into general novels, cricket novels, medical novels, gothic romances, detective thrillers, light comedies …