Bumpy Roads

Bumpy Roads

by Brian Wilson

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ISBN-13: 9781490713274
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Publication date: 09/10/2013
Pages: 216
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.49(d)

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BUMPY ROADS

A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES


By BRIAN WILSON, Rachel Coop

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2013 Brian Wilson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4907-1327-4



CHAPTER 1

SHAKY GROUNDS


"JUST A TRUCK passing," said Alex, laughing.

"Well it's so unnerving. Every time I hear a truck passing I think, hello another one," replied Bruce, as he composed himself and withdrew his hands from the balcony rails. Alex, meanwhile took another bite out of his Boston bun, smacked his lips, then turned to Bruce. "Don't worry it's just another moment in time. It will soon all blow over."

Bruce reached for his cup and took a sip of tea. This did seem to help calm his nerves. Apart from the fear of another earthquake or aftershock, it was very pleasant sitting on the balcony eating lunch on a sunny day.

"It's all bumpy roads from now on," added Alex.

"Yes, I had noticed a lot of road works around the city. The earthquake caused a lot of sags and bumps, as well as broken pipes." Bruce produced a ginger biscuit and dunked it into his tea then bit off the softened biscuit end. He had learned this trick from his parents. It seemed to be an English tradition.

"That's not quite what I was getting at," clarified Alex. "I sort of meant it more figuratively."

"Like the future of the cathedral after all the earthquake damage?"

"Yes, and like demolishing most of the tall buildings in the central business district," added Alex. "Then there are seven thousand plus houses in the red zone."

"All to be demolished?"

"Yes, I would think so," replied Alex, "as well as many other destroyed houses in other parts of the city. But enough talk about the Christchurch earthquake. I hear you've been travelling your own bumpy roads."

"Bumpy roads! Bumpy roads! More like a dead end road getting him to pay his rent. When we signed up Marty for the flat his partner was a lovely lady, though he was a skinhead with tattoos. But my uncle used to say people shouldn't stereotype, so I put aside all my preconceptions and agreed to their tenancy."

"Bad move?"

"Say that again."

"Bad move," repeated Alex, jokingly.

"I meant figuratively," responded Bruce who was not amused.

"Anyhow, not long after renting they split up. Unfortunately it was Marty who stayed on. We got the raw end of the deal. His ex, who was the mother of his children, then moved in."

"So, she was no good?"

"No, she was fine. But this relationship didn't last either. He hadn't been long back with her before he was once again playing the field. Naturally, when she found out he was having an affair, she left him."

"And the flat?"

"Yes."

"Another raw deal?"

"Very much so. From there on it was all down hill." Bruce took another sip of tea and dunked his biscuit again. He was clearly now agitated, this time having to steady his hand as he held the cup to his lips.

"Gee wiz, it sounds rather like the storyline of a TV soap," commented Alex. "I have always considered soaps as rubbish and not worth watching, but I guess we live in our own little cocoons and don't realise how differently the other half live."

"Yes, it is hard to believe. Anyhow everything turned to custard. He seemed to mix with the wrong crowd and from there payments ceased despite promises he would pay the rent owing."

"So you took him to the Tenancy Tribunal several weeks ago?"

"I had no choice but to evict him. I can't afford to have a tenant who doesn't pay his rent, especially when the bank still expects me to pay the interest on the mortgage. These tenants think we are ripping them off, but they don't realise landlords have overheads like rates, insurance and mortgage interest."

"The Tenancy Tribunal?" prompted Alex.

"Well quite straight forward; just a lower level court—an adjudicator instead of a judge, and a stenographer to record the proceedings."

"Yes, but what happened?"

"I presented my case and a folder of evidence and the tenant responded. Then the adjudicator asked a few questions and arrived at her decision."

"So he turned up then?"

"Yes, but late. The adjudicator wasn't at all impressed. At the end of the hearing she issued an eviction notice and an order for him to repay outstanding rents."

"And the eviction date?" questioned Alex, as he unwrapped another Boston bun.

"By midnight tonight, Alex."

"So you will be going around at midnight to check out your property?"

"No, we will go around tomorrow morning and I will update you next week at work."


The next morning Bruce and his wife arrived at the flat. Bruce carefully lifted up the flap of the letterbox and suspiciously peered in.

"Sweetie, what on earth are you doing?" asked Janice.

"Well, I asked Marty to leave the key in the box, but you never know he may have put a mouse trap in there."

"Oh, for goodness sake, you are paranoid. We've been very good landlords. He is hardly likely to be out to get us."

"Well, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Bruce retrieved the key from the box and both walked down the drive to the house. Bruce tried the front door. It was locked.

"There you go a tenant who leaves the key as instructed and locks the door behind him can't be too bad. Sweetie, if he was going to trash the house then he wouldn't have made an appearance at the tribunal."

Nevertheless, Bruce somewhat apprehensively turned the doorknob and edged the door slowly open.


As the door parted, they were greeted by a fowl smell of cigarette fumes.

"They were told they weren't to smoke inside," complained Bruce. "This smell will be hard to remove. It will have permeated the ceiling, walls, drapes, carpets ..."

"Carpets! My new carpet; they've put ink all over my new carpet.... and, and my drapes—my nice new drapes as well."

"That's not all," growled Bruce. "The imbecile has put his fist through all the internal doors and kicked holes in the bedroom wall."

".... And the mirror where is it? Sweetie, they've stolen your mum's valuable mirror. I did wonder if it was safe leaving it in the house when we were renting it out."

Bruce and Janice spent the whole weekend cleaning up the house. It was a pigsty. The carpets required vacuuming, the fowl-smelling drapes dry cleaning and rubbish scattered over the floors needed removing. Outside, the lawns were just as bad. They obviously hadn't been cut for at least a month. Trips had to be made to the rubbish dump as the tenants had thoughtfully left an expired refrigerator and other rubbish around the property. There were three council rubbish bins available: green for organic, red for trash and yellow for recyclable. However, the tenants were obviously colour-blind and the bins required reloading. These had to be the tenants from hell.


Bruce was pleased to come back to work after a trying weekend. He had plenty to tell Alex at lunchtime. It was a wet day so Bruce joined Alex at a cafeteria table instead of braving the balcony.

Alex pushed aside the newspaper he had been reading and looked up at Bruce. "So, have you been to the police? After all, it was not just vandalism. It was also theft."

"Yes, but the police weren't that interested. Apparently, it is not sufficient evidence of theft even though the house had deadlocks, windows locks, and the tenants had the only key to the house. You have to prove they took the mirror. Anyhow, with the tribunal ruling his name will be mud. No landlord will want him."

Alex pushed the paper in front of Bruce "They certainly won't. Did you see the front page of the newspaper? There's a lot in there about the shortage of houses since the earthquake and look, here is a solo mum who has tried everywhere and cannot get a house to rent. Apparently, a lot of people are sleeping in cars."

"Yes, but look how many houses this woman lived in over the last year," pointed out Bruce. "She was obviously a bad tenant to have been in so many houses. I certainly won't be taking her in as my next tenant."

Alex grabbed the paper back turning the page. "Here's another case. This bloke has had to resort to living in a corner of his mate's garage surrounded by all his lifetime possessions."

"Let me see?" said Bruce, reaching over to look at the picture and read the article.

"My gosh, that's Marty and there's my mirror."

CHAPTER 2

THE TREE


STANDING TALL IN all its majesty is the eucalyptus tree. It is an icon upon a house-dotted hillside; the four huge trunks towering forty metres and dwarfing the neighbouring houses. Crowned with a generous array of branches and emerald-type leaves it is indeed a royal sight to behold. For those living on the plains below, it is something natural and pleasing to the eye, as opposed to a hill completely smothered by houses.

Perched high on the hill above the frost line overlooking the New Zealand Canterbury Plains, the tree enjoys the mild winters and warm summer months. These are not too dissimilar to its Australian homeland, though there are no koala bears to feast upon its leaves.

Throughout the year its welcoming branches provide a sturdy perch for the large indigenous New Zealand woodpigeon; their presence being announced by a distinctive "whooshing" sound as their wings slice through the air. These shiny green-purple birds, with a white bib- like breast, enjoy swooping and occasionally making steep parabolic dives as they fly between the high branches of the eucalyptus tree and other tall trees across the valley.

Autumn has now passed and with the onset of winter they are joined by the call of the indigenous bellbird; always in fine concert voice. Delighting the neighbourhood and echoing through the valley their chorus is likened to the chiming of bells. These birds are much smaller than the woodpigeon and enjoy the safety of the higher branches. The males are an olive green, while the females a duller olive brown.

Their finale is reached as summer approaches. The tree now prepares for the pains of summer as the hot, dry northwest wind rips through its branches and strips the trunks of bark. Broken branches, leaves and stripped bark are uplifted and scattered over neighbouring properties, clogging roof guttering, and littering paths and gardens.

The neighbours then do not share the same sentiment towards the tree. They want it cut down. It creates work clearing guttering, paths and gardens. But this is a highly valued tree under a protection order. It cannot be removed. For them this tree is a nuisance; obscuring views of the city, and endangering those living nearby. Besides, if the tree is removed then some properties would increase in value and some sections might be suitable for subdivision.

It is now late February and autumn is approaching. The strong dry northwest winds will become less frequent and the tree will regain some reprieve from the strong winds. Suddenly, the ground shakes violently as a powerful earthquake explodes from the depths. The eucalyptus tree shakes in motion, and in the process tears a root to one of its four trunks. As the shaking continues the wound becomes deeper and more serious. It seems that life is drawing to an end as the trunk starts to slide into a tilt, and with a death-rattle creek it finally severs from the remaining tree. The trunk falls slowly and gracefully, before smashing its way through boundary fences. It comes to rest across four neighbours' properties. One of the smaller branches falls onto a neighbour's Mercedes leaving the owner with an expensive dent. The tree is now crippled having lost one of its four trunks with the other three continuing to precariously remain upright. A large aftershock and death will come knocking as the remaining trunks part company.

The neighbours are not pleased with the pending danger of the remaining trunks falling onto a house. They are now able to persuade the authorities to have the protection order lifted. Little time is wasted in organising tree fellers and wood merchants, and their plan is executed. The once magnificent tree is unseated from its hillside throne and is left lifeless on the ground. Various insect types are quick to infiltrate its armour and feast on the tender meat underneath. The once rich green emerald leaves start to fade and curl in the sun, to eventually rot away—earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; such is life.

In the place of the bellbirds the obtrusive high pitched, penetrating sound of chainsaws echo for over a week through the valley and neighbourhood, as the wood merchants cut through the metre-thick trunks. This will make excellent firewood and will be warmly received by many families over winter. With large commercial chainsaws the wood merchants slice the trunks into rings that are wheeled over to a wood-splitting machine. This axe-head shaped cutter draws down splitting the rings again and again into a number of fire logs. Trailer load upon trailer load of fire logs are carted away. The wood merchants are very happy to have a free supply of firewood.

Once the wood merchants have taken the best cuts, home handymen with toy chainsaws emerge from out of the depths of the neighbourhood. They take what is left leaving only a trail of sawdust. This too, doesn't remain for long as green-fingered neighbours appear with sacks and shovels.

The neighbours are happy with the tree having been removed. But the woodpigeons never return and the neighbourhood does miss the warmth of the bellbirds chorus over winter. All that remains is an empty, boring section with the violated carcass, of a once majestic tree rotting into the ground.

CHAPTER 3

JUST WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE


"COME ON," BELLOWED Laura. "We're on a tight schedule." However, Gary was very laid back and would not be rushed. There was plenty of time. A quick visit to his daughter's house, then they were off to the theatre. He needed to look smart. Laura had talked him out of wearing a suit; her preference being casual. In the absence of a suit his favourite navy work trousers would suffice. He took pride in his appearance and searched out a matching shirt and tie.

Laura now looked somewhat distraught after checking her watch. She held more firmly to a plastic bag of baby items she had put together for her daughter.

"Come on."

Gary sauntered towards the doorway checking as he went that he had the tickets for the play. He loved live theatre and was looking forward to this latest play everyone was raving about. But first they were to visit their daughter.

"It will be good seeing the new renovations Kay and Herbert have done," commented Gary as he closed the door behind them.

"And the baby," reminded Laura.

"Yes of course."


"Look Hayley, here's Granddad and Grandma," announced Kay, as Laura and Gary came through the doorway.

"Oh, isn't she cute?" commented Laura. "Look dear."

"Yep!" responded Gary. "So let's see these renovations," he added, turning towards Herbert.

"We can do that later, Dad," Kay said directing them to the lounge, where everyone took a seat.

"I must have a cuddle," said Laura placing the three-week old baby against her chest.

"Oh, you are a little cutie," said Laura. "What a lovely little smile."

"Dad might want a cuddle too."

"I'm sure he would love a cuddle," insisted Laura.

"No, really I'm fine," reassured Gary.

"Herbert is now also able to change nappies. Would you like to change a nappy Dad?"

"No, granddads don't do nappies. I did my share when you children were little. I will leave this job to you and Herb."

"I did the last nappy," commented Herb, who felt quite accomplished in this big step of becoming a father.

"Here," said Laura, planting the baby onto Gary's lap.

"Now where are these renovations?"

All but Gary and the babe rose from their seats. Gary was too nervous to put the baby across his chest and follow. These newborn babies were so delicate with their floppy little heads that needed support. "Hey! What about me?"

"You're doing just fine," commented Kay.

"Looks quite the doting granddad," added Laura laughing.

"Now I know what it's like to be left holding the baby," commented Gary, as the others disappeared out the lounge doorway. Thank goodness the baby was asleep peacefully on his lap, or was she? As the others departed, her tiny eyes started to squint and her little jaw began to quiver. Then the bottom lip dropped and all hell broke loose. The baby's pale little cheeks quickly gained colour as she bellowed. Kay quickly returned to relieve the doting granddad of his love and joy.

"You've upset little Hayley," she said picking the babe up from her father's lap. "Ook; she's had a leak. At the time I thought Herb had put that nappy on a bit too loose." Kay carefully took the baby away and placed her on a change mat, apparently unconcerned about the shade of yellow spread across the front of her dad's navy blue pants. Yellow and navy blue was not a good match.

"Don't worry, dear," commented an amused Laura, as she wiped Gary's pants clean, leaving a damp wet patch. "Not quite as bad as split pants in public, though it does look like you have had an accident. What will they think at the theatre?"

"That's what I am afraid of," commented Gary. "I certainly hope it dries out before we get there, otherwise it will be humiliating." Gary borrowed his daughter's hair dryer, but the wet patch would not disappear. It seemed like he had been left with a stain.


On the way to the theatre, Gary stopped and purchased a newspaper. This came in quite handy when they entered the theatre as Gary was able to hold it in front concealing his embarrassment.
(Continues...)


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Table of Contents

Contents

PART ONE—Stories By Brian Wilson....................     1     

Shaky Grounds....................     3     

The Tree....................     9     

Just Water Under the Bridge....................     13     

A Case in Time....................     19     

The Journey....................     25     

Uk Road Rage....................     31     

Happy View Hospital....................     39     

Three Granddads....................     43     

Up the Garden Path....................     49     

Zimbabwe—Land of Disappointment....................     55     

The Past Revisited....................     59     

On a Crusade....................     63     

Solomon's Gold....................     75     

Sydney Adventure....................     79     

Garage Sale....................     85     

PART TWO—Stories By Rachel Coop....................     93     

Memory Lane....................     95     

Flatting Dramas....................     99     

Flight 00Xyzk2....................     103     

Sprinkleening....................     109     

First Date....................     113     

PART THREE—Stories by Brian Wilson....................     123     

The Bully....................     125     

All on a Sunny Day....................     131     

A Memorable Sermon....................     133     

Wedding Worries....................     137     

The Three Passes....................     143     

The Gold Coast....................     147     

A Day in Shanghai....................     153     

Home Alone....................     159     

Baby Day....................     161     

Death in the Family....................     165     

The Gardener....................     169     

Love Conquers All....................     173     

An Anxious Moment....................     177     

Beneath the Ice....................     181     

Crowded House....................     185     

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Bumpy Roads 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
MiaDeMarco More than 1 year ago
Bumpy Roads is a charming collection of thirty short stories, with an additional five stories added by Brian Wilson’s daughter, Rachel Coop. A collection of photographs and poems are sprinkled in as well. Brian starts out with a preface stating: “We largely decide our own destiny by the directions we decide to take.” And this is the surrounding theme of the stories that follow. These stories were realistic and unique, and I often found myself surprised at the outcome of each piece. Many of the stories stayed with me, and I found myself thinking about them as I went on with my life. I thoroughly enjoyed this read. Brian Wilson is a talented and captivating writer, and I look forward to his next collection.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Bumpy Roads is filled with short stories that depict the quirks and challenges in life, but the experience of reading Brian Wilson’s collection is definitely not bumpy.  I found myself gliding through each story, smoothly gaining a sense of place and character.  The people are multidimensional and feel as human as a friend or neighbor.  And aside from O. Henry’s stories, I’ve never read a collection that so masterfully entwines the ironic twist. After I read the first couple of jewels, I found myself anticipating the surprise—the delicious unpredictable, yet universally common, quirk.  And with each story I was delighted! If O. Henry had time-traveled a century and circled the globe to New Zealand, he couldn’t have done better. This collection contains a few stories by a different author, Rachel Coop, who is equally talented.  Her stories have a unique voice, and her characters jump off the page, making me sigh in “Memory Lane” and laugh out loud in “Flatting Dramas.” I know I’ve read a good story when the characters and events stay with me. I can’t forget Lily’s surprising “First Date,” or the nurse’s shocking revelation in “The Journey” or Masaki’s emotional reaction to the replica of the bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima in “A Case in Time.” And most of all, I can’t forget what the earthquake survivors in Christchurch, New Zealand have experienced. Bumpy Roads is filled with short stories that depict the quirks and challenges in life, but the experience of reading Brian Wilson’s collection is definitely not bumpy.  I found myself gliding through each story, smoothly gaining a sense of place and character.  The people are multidimensional and feel as human as a friend or neighbor.  And aside from O. Henry’s stories, I’ve never read a collection that so masterfully entwines the ironic twist. After I read the first couple of jewels, I found myself anticipating the surprise—the delicious unpredictable, yet universally common, quirk.  And with each story I was delighted! If O. Henry had time-traveled a century and circled the globe to New Zealand, he couldn’t have done better. This collection contains a few stories by a different author, Rachel Coop, who is equally talented.  Her stories have a unique voice, and her characters jump off the page, making me sigh in “Memory Lane” and laugh out loud in “Flatting Dramas.” I know I’ve read a good story when the characters and events stay with me. I can’t forget Lily’s surprising “First Date,” or the nurse’s shocking revelation in “The Journey” or Masaki’s emotional reaction to the replica of the bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima in “A Case in Time.” And most of all, I can’t forget what the earthquake survivors in Christchurch, New Zealand have experienced.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As another Amazon reviewer pointed out, this book has a relaxing and laid-back style that readers from "busier" countries like the US or the UK would find refreshing. Indeed, this is a collection of short stories that will help you to explore the life Down Under where you will see another style of living that is quite commonplace on the other end of the globe. The topics of the stories in this book are are of great variety. It ranges from small anecdotes like planning a child's wedding and clearing an old parent's home, to big catastrophes like the violent earthquakes in 2011 that destroyed Christchurch and killed over a hundred people. Adding to your reading pleasure, there are also poems and pictures in the book which helps to illustrate the subject even better. If you are a busy person living in a busy metropolitan city, you may want to find yourself immersed in the leisurely atmosphere in the Southern Hemisphere when you read this book. Do not miss these stories if you like easy-reading anecdotes that go very well with a cup of hot chocolate in a warm room in a relaxing Sunday afternoon.
clahain1 More than 1 year ago
I have a soft spot for short fiction. Taking ten or twenty minutes out of the daily bustle to delve into another reality—one with its own discrete beginning, middle and end—is as refreshing to me as coffee breaks, tea time or naps are to others. Bumpy Roads is a collection of short stories (enriched by some well-chosen poems and photographs) by New Zealand writer Brian Wilson (with additional contributions by Rachel Coop) that explore how average people rise to meet the challenges life throws at them.  With marked compassion and an eye for realistic detail, Wilson guides his characters through troubles small and large—from the minor but niggling stresses of planning a child’s wedding or clearing the home of an aged parent, to moving on after a catastrophic natural event, say, the series  of violent earthquakes that struck Christchurch, New Zealand beginning on September 4, 2010 and which ultimately resulted in the deaths of 185 people.  Wilson’s stories reflect the very real problems faced by the people of Christchurch following the quakes: widespread damage to homes, displacement, and the liquefaction causing the “bumpy roads” that provide both the title and thematic center of  the collection. Yet, the author also manages to look past the losses he and his fellow citizens have suffered and, in such stories as “Up the Garden Path” and “The Three Passes,” demonstrate an appreciation for the strength and character of this rugged, beautiful land and optimism about its future.  I enjoyed this five-star collection. It’s a great mix of humor and feeling. Highly recommended.   
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Today's hectic pace requires some slowing down. Meditation is very popular these days, but most people do not have much time to mediate. Bumpy Roads by Brian Wilson is like a literary pharmacopoeia that hits the spot for whatever mood you're in. David Moore's foreword rightly observes that Bumpy Roads can be enjoyed "whether...curled up comfortably in an easy chair at home or waiting impatiently for a flight at an airport." The book is collection of short little stories that in some cases pose serious reflection and in others tease with delightful humor, all while employing literary devices that build suspense and anticipation or spring surprise endings that really surprise! The book includes 30 short stories and five poems by Wilson, and five additional short stories by Rachel Coop including her delightful "First Date." The opening story is about the devastating and tragic road bump endured by New Zealand—the author's homeland, in the horrific earthquake of February 22, 2011. But "Shaky Grounds" is not so much about the earthquake itself, which was centered in the city of Christchurch, but about the different ways in which people cope. While many demonstrate dignity, strength and courage during life's bumpy roads there are also the weak or cowardly who show their true colors during critical times. The bumpy roads of life are often a testing ground that reveals the beauty as well as the ugliness of human nature. The book is enhanced by the incorporation of images and photographs that reinforce the metaphorical bumpy roads theme as the stories wind their way through much if not most of the civilized world. This collection of short stories follows a broadly metaphorical theme, but it is not possible to convey a single sense; that being the case, I will provide the reader with a glimpse of a few snapshots that I found particularly interesting and appealing. It is, for example, common for people to take for granted their loved ones or friends. As was the case with Roger, a character who would refer to his wife from whom he whom he is recently separated, as a "kept woman" meaning that he was the hardworking breadwinner in the marriage and his wife merely took care of the kids. Roger came to view Sharon as living a life of ease when compared to the life of her stress charged husband. But by the end of the story—after a weekend traveling with his kids and their nana to the Gold Coast of Australia, we may surmise that Roger is reconsidering his assessment of his wife Sharon and perhaps the separation! There are the distortions of the mind. A man of Japanese descent harbors animosity towards the United States for the dropping of atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. So immersed in his animosity was he that he slipped into a hallucination involving wartime casualties. What is the message here? It think it can only be that while the horrors of war can create feelings of close connections to ancestors who may have suffered, it is also vital that one does not to become a prisoner of the past. And then there is a tale of paranoia, written in the first person, in which a visitor to Shanghai, China seems to be overly obsessed about the threat of being victimized by robbery or other crime. However, in this case, the reality may well be that the narrator's state of mind is fully justified. Bumpy Roads is filled with little snippets that can light up your day with a laugh, a smile or an acknowledgement of life's ups and downs. From bad car rentals to uncomfortable bed and breakfast accommodations, to growing old, to laughable stints of men who are incompetent at domestic chores—Gary's cake baking in "Baby Day" is hysterical, to garage sales and much more the book succeeds. But the author excels at creating stories that are uplifting of the spirit while, almost at the same time, draws contrasts with the opposite potential. For example, in "Zimbabwe—Land of Disappointment" Wilson paints an exquisitely beautiful picture of that country while indirectly but poignantly conveying the tragedy of dictatorship and political repression. In another tale, a high school bully gets his due by means of what appears to be the conspiring of good luck and the secret life of the intended victim that produces a delightful and serendipitous surprise! A favorite theme of many readers, certainly of this reviewer, is that of the modest individual who without fanfare and unbeknownst to others dedicates his life to good deeds. I am reminded of a story that very recently appeared in the news in which a gruff American ex-military man and now current high school math teacher by the name of Jim O'Connor allowed his stern disciplinarian demeanor to serve as cover for his 20 year, multiple day per week practice of volunteering his after school time at a hospital to cuddle sick newborn infants and donating to them his Type O Negative blood. He is a hero and a saint to the hospital staff but his students knew nothing of it until the story was made public. In Bumpy Roads there is the story of a man—not necessarily respected by his neighbors, who works all year to accumulate firewood for the needy so that they can stay warm. I will not divulge the title of this short story—it is a jewel that is best discovered by reading the book; it warms the heart and inspires the spirit. Brian Wilson has a refreshing writing style as his stories seem to breeze along making them seem even shorter than they are. They have a tempo that is just right for our busy age. But there are few bumpy roads within the book itself, and certainly none that prevent a solid endorsement.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Book Review - ‘Snapshots of Life’s Bumps’ ‘Bumpy Roads’, authored by Brian Wilson and Rachel Coop, is an engaging, emotive collection of short stories that form snapshots of realistic life situations, to which most people can relate. Brian and Rachel have skilfully written stories that will captivate the reader and leave them begging for more. Each story contains a twist at the end and it is these twists that elicit emotional responses from the reader. The emotional responses range from raucous laughter to anger and sorrow. Some of the stories are challenging and thought provoking, for example, ‘On a Crusade’, where one finds themselves examining their own views on Homosexuality and Christianity. Although diverse, the stories are arranged by author, beginning and ending with Brian, the predominant contributor. Occasional poetry and photos are dispersed throughout the work to add colour and focus. While each writer has their own style their styles compliment each other allowing the book to flow as one work. I look forward to reading more from these two authors in the future and thoroughly recommend this book to all readers from teenagers to the older generation. My rating is 5 stars.
mazeman More than 1 year ago
“Bumpy Roads” is the second book of short stories by Brian Wilson, an author who lives in New Zealand. It takes a look at all the small troubles in life; cleaning up after an earthquake, rental cars, middle age pot bellies, and more. Some of the stories are just a reflection on life. Others have a bit of British humor, or irony to them. There’s no set cast of characters, or a recurring theme other than something that is bothersome in some way. The book is written using the British style of English (the trunk of a car is called a boot). It’s a bit stiffer than American English, but well written for that style. Readers that enjoy the British programs on public television would enjoy this book. The author does a good job of capturing the dialect and personalities of the characters. It was tasteful in that there isn’t any foul language or behaviour in the book. The characters are mostly in the forty to sixty year old range, and the book might appeal to that age group. My reviews are based on a Rubrik, with 90 percent being an acceptable score. The stars are for 1. Writing skill, grammar, spelling and proofreading 2. Compelling and believable plot 3. Engagement or enjoyment 4. Ethics, moral values and politics 5. Meeting industry standards for that genre. The cover and advertising lead one to believe that this is a book of funny stories. It’s listed in the genre of comedy. While some of the stories are amusing, others are sad. It also includes poetry. Four of the stories are by a different author to present both male and female points of view. The author defends this as being “eclectic”, but that simply means that it doesn’t have a specific genre. One can’t achieve a goal, if one doesn’t have a goal to achieve. So while this book doesn’t earn a star for being about comedy, it is still an enjoyable book for someone who doesn’t care what genre or style of humour it is.
ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Cheryl Schopen for Readers' Favorite Bumpy Roads by Brian Wilson is a compilation of thirty-five memorable short stories. What is unique about these short stories is that they are set in many different countries, such as New Zealand, Japan, Australia, and Zimbabwe, among others. Readers will get a glimpse of what it is like in these diverse countries, while also being entertained by living vicariously through these interesting characters. A well-chosen title, this book takes readers through the bumpy roads of life using these stand-alone, intriguing and often humorous stories. From car rental and traveling adventures to the fun but messy experiences that frequently occur with children, these short stories are completely relatable. When reading the short stories in Bumpy Roads, I had one of two reactions after almost every one: laughing out loud or saying to myself, “Oh, wow.” I equally enjoyed both the thought-provoking stories as well as the amusing ones. Some made me really think about life in general and others just made me laugh because the ending was so entertaining and unpredictable. It is a great read if you have some time to kill or are just relaxing after a day at work because they are unrelated stories that can each be enjoyed on their own. Even though there were a few stories that weren’t as funny or thought-provoking as I would have liked, the overall book is very well-written and definitely worth reading. I have my favorites, and I will certainly be rereading them. I look forward to reading more from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Bumpy Roads by Brian Wilson is an eclectic and entertainment anthology of short stories that originate from New Zealand but take us across to Europe and back in a thoughtful and provocative tour de force. His thirty vignettes (along with five stories contributed by Rachel Coop) provide us with snippets in time of his characters' lives, beginning with the catastrophic earthquake at Christchurch (Shaky Grounds) and taking us as far back as Hiroshima (in A Case in Time). Actually we are taken even further back to the days of Solomon's Gold, just before a quick excursion to the 70's in The Past Revisited. It's a Kipling-like excursion that draws heavily upon the life and times of the author, and this trip into the world of Brian Wilson is well worth taking. Wilson's book takes on a Hemingwayesque ambiance as the new visits the old, with Lindsay and Trish going On A Crusade in Part One and making a return appearance in Part Three in A Memorable Sermon. It turns into the age-old polemic between good and evil as they attempt to reconcile their religious beliefs with the ever-changing world around them. We follow the characters through the fields and across the hills in Three Granddads, while the next generations proves not quite as enduring Up The Garden Path. We continue the journey to the end in Death in the Family, yet life goes on (even without one's favorite newspaper) in Crowded House. There are also five contributions by Rachel Coop that round out this collection of stories that resonate as a madrigal of life. These are letters from the author, offering viewpoints and perspectives from different people and places from all walks of life, but ultimately they all hit home. It is a paean to people, the best folks we know. Bumpy Roads by Brian Wilson is an uplifting compendium you won't want to miss.