The Bottle Factory Outing: Shortlisted for the Booker Prize, 1974

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Probably two stars for my personal enjoyment of it and four for its actual quality – so, three as a compromise. (And I still intend to read more Bainbridge!) Knjiga je kancer. Sve suprotno od onoga što je obećano. Radnja je neinventivna, dosadna, glavni likovi (ličkinje, likuše, likenjke?) su dve toliko stereotipno kliše žene, da je bilo bolno čitati. Uvek je jedna neodlučna i mutava mommy issues od muža pobegulja, a druga kamenjarka koja samo što ne počne da bije sve oko sebe kao Boda Tajson, ali joj feminizam bude ubijen u pojam čim vidi mačo Italijana. S druge strane nalazi se milion likova Italijana i jedan Irac koji su - pogađate - MASNO PROKLETO STEREOTIPNO KARAKTERIZOVANI. Da, Beril, svi su Italijani strastveni, svi zalizuju kosu. A najbitniji među njima - lepi maniri, brčići, macho look, obrazovan, još samo fali da drži spojene prste kad objašnjava. Irac - taman posla da ne bude narandžaste kose i kože tako da "svetli u mraku". Taman posla da se ne potkači "on je Irac, kako sme da ne zna katoličke običaje". Karakterizacija likova - minus hiljadu. Ja ne pamtim da sam neku ovako kratku knjigu sa ovolikim proredom čitao duže. U sinopsisu piše - komedija, ali je kraj tužan. Od komedije ovde nema ni K, Kursadžije su izmislile komediju za ovo. Od tužnog kraja - jok, možda patetika, i to pod slabo razjašnjenim okolnostima. S v a š t a. Overall area-weighted U-value Largely uninsulated but 15% improvement on existing fabric where updates Oh dear! I had such high hopes of this novel. The edition that I have just read has printed on its cover laudatory comments about the story by such literary heavyweights as Graham Greene and William Trevor. The former describes "The Bottle Factory Outing" as "an outrageously funny and horrifying story". In addition, the novel was shortlisted for the UK's most prestigious literary award - then known as The Booker Prize. And, it has apparently been cited by The Observer newspaper (a Sunday broadsheet in the UK) as one of the greatest 100 novels ever written. Well, I must have missed something. It's a moderately amusing novel whose glints of humour are overshadowed by the dullness and the implausibility of much of the story. "The Bottle Factory Outing" is a desperately disappointing read that deserves none of the accolades that have been heaped upon it.

Their day of freedom fails to live up to all their expectations. It's starts with the non appearance of the van they'd booked as transport and gets steadily worse because instead of a wine-fuelled picnic in the grounds of a stately home, they have to enjoy their repast on a patch of grass near the road. It all ends in in tragedy. Beryl Bainbridge talks about her inspiration for The Bottle Factory Outing, one of her most renowned titles. First broadcast in The Book Programme on BBC2, 15 June 1976.

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Take a lesson from it then. It could happen to you. When I go I shall have my family about me – daughters – sons – my husband, grey and distinguished, dabbing a handkerchief to his lips …’ New improvements have been sensitively considered; only selecting components that maintain the same industrial aesthetic and support the original details. Fabric improvements have been approached with the key principles of building conservation -– using materials and methods to match the existing. Any new materials or techniques were used sparingly to improve safety or prolong the life of the building.

We’ve had strong interest from a range of occupiers, from well-known food production companies to local creatives. Many are attracted by the area’s excellent connectivity, local industry and the building’s heritage features. It is truly unique in a populous urban centre.By consolidating the manufacturing and printing processes in the one location, we reduce the carbon footprint normally associated with this business. We're also pleased to say that we've achieved an impressive 35% recycle rate whilst managing to maintain our exceptionally high standards of quality, something that's difficult to achieve in this industry. I felt this novel was a good example of that. I found it hard to lose myself in the book because of a prevailing sense of disconnection that permeated the reading of it. On the flip side, it's very well written (despite the tremendous overuse of adverbs), and Bainbridge was obviously pushing some buttons at the time with her talent. One thing I found eye-opening in the novel was the abysmal treatment of women in the workplace in the 70s. The daily sexual/physical harassment suffered by female employees at the hands of the their male counterparts and superiors will make you shake your head in dismay. It's a decent little story, as well as a window into a world we would barely recognize today. Provides two print areas for your artwork/logo; a band of 19.2cm x 1.2cm around the top of the bottle and a main print area of 19.2cm x 5.0cm. The Bottle Factory Outing is a novel inspired by Bainbridge's own experience of working in a bottling plant. At times offbeat, the humour is mingled with moments of poignancy particularly in the final scenes as the workers gather at a bizarre party in the factory attic.

Freda is a plump outrageous blonde who fancies herself having a talent for the theatric and is hell-bent on seducing Vittorio, their co-worker of supposively aristocratic origins. To which Brenda did not reply. She looked and kept silent, watching Freda’s smooth white face and the shining feather of yellow hair that swung to the curve of her jaw. She had large blue eyes with curved lashes, a gentle rosy mouth, a nose perfectly formed. She was five foot ten in height, twenty-six years old, and she weighed sixteen stone. All her life she had cherished the hope that one day she would become part of a community, a family. She wanted to be adored and protected, she wanted to be called ‘little one’. Oh, it's delicious. It's like a French movie in a book: you know it's over because the credits roll up the screen. Beryl Bainbridge. The Bottle Factory Outing (Kindle Locations 53-57). Little, Brown Book Group. Kindle Edition. When life gives you lemons but you've got no sugar and the water is tainted, say goodbye to the lemonade...

Percentage of floor area with daylight factor >2% Unknown (existing listed building with shell and core fit-out) You should be terribly keen,’ said Freda. ‘All that fresh air and the green grass blowing. You should be beside yourself at the prospect.’ Freda cooks up the scheme of a factory outing, which is one quirky calamity after another ending in complete disaster. That's where the unexpectedly bizarre twist steps in. It was unfair. She told her so. ‘I always wanted to live in a house with a big kitchen. I wanted a mother in a string vest and a pinny who made bread and dumpling stew.’ Freda is a girl with dreams. She comes up with a plan for the entire team to take off for a day out in country. It will, she hopes, give her the opportunity to capture the heart of the manager, Vittorio. Brenda has more pressing concerns - how to avoid the amorous intentions of her fellow worker, the lecherous Rossi.

Berilka Bejnbridž je predstavljena kao vanserijski talenat među spisateljicama sa silnim Gardijan nagradama, pet nominacija za Bukera i specijalnim Bukerom. Kako? Ne znam. Ako je suditi po ovoj knjizi, verujem da je Vesna Vukelić Vendi za nju izmislila književnost. Video sam ovu knjigu kod Štrika, zainteresovao se, moju zabludu je učvrstila Zorana sa Makart buktjuba. As a practice, our focus was to restore the historic identity of the former John Mills & Sons Mineral Water Factory and Bottling Works that had been diminished as a result of poor maintenance, insensitive adaptations and a disregard for building conservation. With this approach, we hope we have ensured the life of the building for another 100 years, and for many more chapters in its story. In the opening paragraphs, Brenda and Freda are watching the early stages of a funeral with the removal of a coffin from another flat in their building. As they speculate on the deceased – an old lady who lived with her cat – the differences between the two women become increasingly apparent.

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Percentage of floor area with daylight factor >5% Unknown (existing listed building with shell and core fit-out) Having established her characters, Bainbridge brings them all together for a ridiculous and ultimately tragic day out in the country. It’s supposed to be a treat - a picnic, a day away, a sort of team-building outing - but again those words come to mind: absurd and squalid. Freda plans a seduction and Brenda hopes to avoid one, but the day unravels into something out of everyone’s control. Freda and Brenda are two young women living and working in north London. Freda, aged 26, is a large, flamboyant and assertive blonde, with aspirations of going on the stage. The privately educated Brenda, aged 32, is more reticent and strives to avoid confrontation: she was previously married and lived in rural Yorkshire, but has left her husband and moved south. The two live together in a dismal bedsit, sharing a double bed, although Brenda insists on a barrier made up of a bolster and books to separate their respective halves. By day they work as labellers in a wine-bottling factory owned by Mr Paganotti, an Italian. The few Beryl Bainbridge books I've read are all slightly quirky and odd - populated with characters who, if they were flat shapes would be all corners and sharp edges rather than smooth and curved! This is no exception. And yet, on reflection I did enjoy it - and I judge that partly on the basis that I laughed out loud several times when I was reading this book! (that in itself was an uncomfortable feeling though as I read this book on the dreaded, evil, Kindle, while walking the dog in the park - the looks from other dog-walkers and park -users at the man with the dog suddenly breaking out into laughter will forever be in my memory and associated with this book!). Take a lesson from it then. It could happen to you. When I go I shall have my family about me – daughters – sons – my husband, grey and distinguished, dabbing a handkerchief to his lips…’