It is 5:48 on Tuesday, still the early evening, of May 27th. The day that David Peace’s novel Red or Dead had been released in the United States. People are gathering in the match viewing room at the 11th St Bar, a Liverpool supporters hangout. The edges of the tables are chipped. There is a road marker that reads ‘Cratloe Road’ on the wall above the makeshift stage where David Peace is going to read, and hanging on another the wall is a framed and autographed Liverpool jersey, two Liverpool pennants, and a mirror that reminds us not to forget Hillsborough and the 96. This mirror, engraved with the letters H.J.C. and a torch, puts our face there, reminds us of who the 96 were. They were us.
The place and time are very specific. They have to be, because there is something about the conversation with David Peace needs to be set in a concrete way. Something has to be defined because talking with him is so fluid, so wide and free ranging that it makes transcription impossible. David Peace’s mind, and through it his conversation, throws out angles and arcs that are impossible to define. Conversation is a dandelion head that seeds out in a million directions. In his books, we are drawn in as he painstakingly reassembles a broken mirror until we become ‘us’, and as he unfolds the story, that ‘us’ unfolds as well. We remember who we are and what we could be, either through the grace of God, or with the Devils touch.
His early work, The Red Riding quartet, is described as an occult history of the time and place where he grew up, West Yorkshire. He likes the word occult for its double meaning, ‘occluded’ as well as dark, evil. The rhythm and repetition in these books, he says, ‘grew and grew.’ Now with Red or Dead, it is joined by list and minutiae as he creates the book that flows from a quote by Bill Shankly that ‘football is like a river that goes on and on.’ It is a book in two halves that was originally meant to be just the second half, to be about Shankly in retirement.
His book Damned United, also released in the United States earlier this year, is two narratives in one as well but in a different sense. It is the very intense thread of the 44 days that Brian Clough managed Leeds United and a second narrative that defines the man himself.