 "Hector Bebb and his loyal associates stand as symbols of the put-upon, the inarticulate underdogs of our grubby industrial society … whose humour, tenacity and fierce spirit pass almost unnoticed in English Literature." Alun Richards, Planet
"Violence and physical combat are self-identifying touchstones. Hector becomes the essence of what it is to be a man." Niall Griffiths Crynodeb:
Pa mor bell mae ffrindiau am fynd pan ddaw peiriant ymladd pengaled yn llofrudd? Mae gwerthoedd traddodiadol y teulu a chyfeillgarwch yn cael eu dinoethi gan fyd didostur bocsio.
Nodiadau bywgraffyddol:
Ganed Ron Berry ym 1920 ym Mlaen-cwm yng Nghwm Rhondda, a gweithiodd fel glöwr o pan oedd yn bedair ar ddeg mlwydd oed. Er iddo wasanaethu yn y Fyddin a’r Llynges Fasnach yn yr Ail Ryfel Byd, ei agwedd gyson oedd ymbellhau oddi wrth bob math o awdurdod. Roedd yn gampwr dawnus a chwaraeodd dros dref Abertawe ac roedd yn focsiwr achlysurol ysbeidiol, ond blwyddyn mewn addysg i oedolion yng Ngholeg Harlech yn y 1950au cynnar a’i rhyddhaodd o waith achlysurol i ganolbwyntio ar ysgrifennu. Yn erbyn pob gwrthwynebiad ni flinodd wrth geisio tuag at ei orchwyl yn benderfynol. Gweithiodd fel glöwr hyd at yr Ail Ryfel Byd. Yn ychwanegol at So Long Hector Bebb, cyhoeddodd bedwar gwaith ffuglen, gan gynnwys Travelling (1963), The Full-Time Amateur (1966); Flame and Slag (1968), a This Bygone (1996).
Rhagflas byr Almost three decades on, I can still remember the thrill of discovering So Long, Hector Bebb. Five pence it cost, or something like that, from a church hall jumble sale somewhere in Liverpool.
What drew me to it I don’t know – the Americanism in the title? The author’s pretty name? Simpler to state that there were forces at work. The mysteries of my eight year old mind forever forgotten long since, I remember taking it home and up to my bedroom and I remember sitting on my bed beneath the football posters and I remember opening it and I remember reading this:
We’re each and every one of us shaped for muck and glory, thank the Jesus Christ All-bloody-mighty for it and all.
And I remember reading this, too:
Hect just vanisht. Not so much as ‘So long then Lennie, see you in the mornin’. All cause Milly flasht her old twat inna Transport Caff. Milly and her big greesy minj. And I remember thinking something like: My God, the grownup people around me and the ways they talk, the words they use so unlike anything in a set-text syllabus... they can be Literature.
Darllenwch
y rhagair cyfan i So Long Hector Bebb YMA... Mwy o wybodaeth a sylwadau:

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