The groundbreaking novel about sex and growing up, available as an ebook for the first time. Longlisted for the Lost Man Booker Prize, The Hand-Reared Boy. The Hand-Reared Boy book. Read 17 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. It was the first British novel to explore, frankly and with a g . The tone of The Hand-Reared Boy is lightly humorous, with a sentiment that never drops into sentimentality. It presents without swagger, much that is not easy to.
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View all 6 comments. Go to Paris! Sort of an English version of "Portnoy's Complaint. Who could be more English than that? Media The Hand-Reared Boy. Quite shocking when first published in , it is now considered a classic.
He was born in Norfolk in After leaving the army, Aldiss worked as a bookseller, which provided the setting for his first book, The B We want your feedback! Click here. Subjects Fiction Literature.
The groundbreaking novel about sex and growing up, available as an ebook for the first time. It is the first book in the Horatio Stubbs Trilogy. Among the alarms of setting the tea table I watched her with interest.
A rather ordinary girl — not bad! How faithful I am, I thought. She surveyed me, smiling hard. But, after all, she is your guest, and I think you might try and help me just a little.
She was then thirteen, one of the classic shoe-losing ages. Even when I was in my bedroom I could hear her shouting at Mother. She was far more vociferous than I. When I was dressed, tie and all, I sat on the edge of my bed, tentatively reading a magazine.
Thus Mother found me when she came upstairs.
Let me just put your tie a bit straighter. So glad you found it. Rolling the magazine and cramming one end into my pocket, I went downstairs and glumly joined my sister. We sat one either end of the sofa. She did not blame me for our present constraints, for which I was grateful. She was playing chess with herself, as Father had taught her.
Like me, Ann was munching a cachou. Mother ladled them out to us on such nerve-racking occasions as the present, when we were about to be presented to someone of importance. Perhaps they effectively heightened our charms, though I have no recollection that our breaths needed sweetening.
On these occasions Mother always took a cachou herself, as she distributed them out of a tiny cardboard box. I loved their meretricious perfumed taste, even if they were associated with nerves and straightened ties. My mother was a tall thin woman, several inches taller than my portly father. He was ponderous where she was bird-like.
His reputation somewhat unearned was for never giving way to excitement; she more justly was known to be nervous. Father, with an elaborate display of dumb humour, would stare about, searching highway and hedgerow for sight of the hearse.
The guest whose appearance we were now so anxiously awaiting behind our perfumed defences was the nursing sister of my school, Miss Virginia Traven.
Several reasons existed for this determination, chief among them that I was finding my manhood, and that this was a good time to find it. The time was mid-September , when Great Britain had been at war with Nazi Germany for something under a fortnight.
My older brother, Nelson, had already disappeared into the Army, and was — according to the one letter we had received from him — messing about in a barracks in Aldershot. My father was going through agonies of indecision about whether he should volunteer or not, and what the bank would say if he did. And I was sitting there on the sofa, picking calluses formed on my hands by the shovelling of great piles of soil on top of our air-raid shelter in the garden.
Beatrice went to the front door. Against instructions, I followed. I wanted to get a private word in first. Sister came lightly in, wearing her worn but tidy light tweed coat.
She smiled at me with her head held slightly on one side, and quickly put her small hand into mine. Refresh and try again.
Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other: Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. It was the first British novel to explore, frankly and with a gleeful honesty, the sexual awakening of a teenage boy. It was regarded as so outrageous that thirteen publishers initially refused to publish it. The Hand-Reared Boy no longer shocks, instead, it stands as the classic novel of teenage self-discovery and the realisation of a young boy of love, and the fact that It was the first British novel to explore, frankly and with a gleeful honesty, the sexual awakening of a teenage boy.
The Hand-Reared Boy no longer shocks, instead, it stands as the classic novel of teenage self-discovery and the realisation of a young boy of love, and the fact that other people are more than sexual objects. Depicting the preoccupations common to all young boys as they reach puberty, The Hand-Reared Boy is a delightfully funny account of burgeoning sexuality, marked by self-revelation, self-mockery and a complete absence of prurience.
It was shortlisted for the Lost Booker Prize in Get A Copy. Paperback , pages. Published September 2nd by Souvenir Press first published More Details Original Title. Horatio Stubbs 1. Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.
To ask other readers questions about The Hand-Reared Boy , please sign up. Written by a mature writer when he was Might have appealed to me when I was a schoolboy but I feel I've grown out of this sort of childish smut. Feel the author should have done so too? Tim Trent Why on earth should we grow out of childish smut? And was it smut, or was it a sound documentary of teenage male youth? See 1 question about The Hand-Reared Boy…. Lists with This Book.
Showing Rating details. Sort order. Nov 27, Manny rated it liked it Shelves: I think it might have been Martin Amis who said that the main difference between pornography and mainstream literature lies in the treatment of masturbation. In mainstream literature, the basic assumption is that people don't masturbate.
In pornography, the assumption is that people do nothing but masturbate. According to those criteria, The Hand-Reared Boy can only be pornography. I didn't really experience it that way, however. It just happens to be the case that younger teenage boys do, indeed I think it might have been Martin Amis who said that the main difference between pornography and mainstream literature lies in the treatment of masturbation.
It just happens to be the case that younger teenage boys do, indeed, spend a great deal of time masturbating and thinking about masturbating. The reasons are simple. Their hormones are set up so that their libidos are extremely active. However, since most of them aren't able to find girls who are interested in having sex with them, masturbation either on their own, or with other boys is the only kind of sex they are likely to get.
Brian Aldiss's novel acknowledges these facts. Thankfully, I never went to an all-male boarding school, so I can't say whether his descriptions of what goes on there at night are accurate. I'm inclined to believe they are. The novel is quite well written - Aldiss was a fine craftsman - and certainly scores for sociological interest.