As the term refers to the stretch of the north Norfolk coastline between Sheringham and Mundesley, only one of the stories in D.J. Taylor’s engrossing new collection strictly takes place in ‘Poppyland’. However, the others seldom stray far.
In ‘At Mr McAllister’s’, one of two stories set in and around Norwich market, the feckless employee of a down-at-heel toyshop decides to change his life, starting with talking to the pretty girl on the fruit and vegetable stall. In ‘Those Big Houses up Newmarket Road’, set nearby, social embarrassment inspires a class-conscious schoolboy to dream big.
Such ambitions are unusual in these carefully worked stories of broken homes and precarious employment. ‘In the Land of Grey and Pink’ has Jasmine, a single mother, taking steps to becoming an interior designer when she realises that ‘she did not know what she wanted, or, when it came to it – and this was the truly terrible thing – if she wanted anything at all’. Likewise, the odd-job man in ‘Over at Bacton’ seems quite content to sell rabbits out the back of his van.
But then, no one is encouraging their ambitions. In ‘Moving On’, which follows with cool factuality the lives of an ordinary Norwich couple over several decades, we see rents go up, social housing stocks dwindle and wages stagnate, so that it becomes as much as they can do merely to survive. The future does not look bright for their son, who wants to design videogames.
Taylor sweetens the pill here, and throughout, with his sharp sense of humour. In ‘Yare Valley Mud’, two long-in-the-tooth minicab drivers tolerate the reforms of their new boss, ‘safe in the knowledge that it would all blow over and that normal standards of torpor would soon reassert themselves’. There is also the very funny ‘Sea Palling’, in which a rich family on holiday meet a slightly richer family and end up discussing corporation tax on the beach.
Much of this will feel familiar to readers of Taylor’s previous collection, Stewkey Blues (2022), which also centred around his native Norfolk. So I was pleasantly discomforted by the last two stories in Poppyland: one a blackly comic chamber piece set at a renowned New York literary agency; the other a coming-of-age tale about a German teenager in 1930s France. Their inclusion is worth the price of admission alone.
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