Chapters (52)
- Cover
- Dedication
- OCTOBER 2014 London, UK
- PART ONE
- FEBRUARY 1976 London, UK
- JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- FEBRUARY 1976 London, UK
- JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- MARCH 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
- JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- MARCH 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
- JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- MARCH 1976 Lausanne/Bern, Switzerland
- JUNE 2016 Lausanne, Switzerland
- MARCH 1976 London, UK
- JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- MARCH 1976 London, UK
- PART TWO
- APRIL 1976 London, UK
- JUNE 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- APRIL 1976 Oxfordshire/London, UK
- JULY 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- MAY 1976 London, UK
- JULY 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- MAY 1976 London, UK
- JULY 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- JUNE 1976 London, UK
- JULY 2016 Lausanne/Montreux, Switzerland
- JUNE 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
- JULY 2016 Thun/Reichenbach, Switzerland
- JULY 1976 London, UK
- AUGUST 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- PART THREE
- AUGUST 1976 London, UK
- AUGUST 2016 Lausanne, Switzerland
- SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
- AUGUST 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
- AUGUST 2016 Montreux, Switzerland
- SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
- AUGUST 2016 Montreux/Lutry, Switzerland
- SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
- AUGUST 2016 Lutry, Switzerland
- SEPTEMBER 1976 Lausanne, Switzerland
- AUGUST 2016 Lutry, Switzerland
- OCTOBER 1976 London, UK
- AUGUST 2016 Vevey, Switzerland
- SEPTEMBER 2016 London, UK
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- More from the Author
- About the Author
You may agree with women’s lib
But what would be your view
If you came home to your liberated wife
And she gave you the washing to do?
Would you change places with your wife
And do her daily chores?
She has to do them all her life
Cleaning windows, clothes and floors.
‘A man works harder than his mate’
Oh surely that’s not true!
Each works in their appointed way
With certain things to do.
So let us say each works as hard
As he or she is able
One earns the money to pay for the food
The other sets the table.
A Man’s Nightmare, by J. L. Hale of Haydock, Merseyside, printed in the Liverpool Echo, 1976
FEBRUARY 1976 London, UK
SYLVIA
‘Feminism,’ Roger said, each syllable thick with scepticism. ‘Been done to death, hasn’t it?’
Sylvia had been prepared for the snort of derision from Clive, the amused smiles from the other men around the room, Valerie’s unfathomable gaze. But she’d also been prepared to stand her ground. She would not be cowed on this one; she would look her commissioning editor in the eye until he gave her a good enough reason to turn her story down. If only she didn’t feel so damn nauseous. She really didn’t have the stomach for a fight today.
‘Hardly,’ she said. ‘And certainly very little about Switzerland. They’re barely getting started with sexual equality. I mean, it’s only five years since women got the vote at national level. They were the last democratic country in the Western world to get there.’
‘Liechtenstein,’ Clive said.
‘Excuse me?’
‘Liechtenstein still doesn’t have women’s suffrage. So Switzerland wasn’t the last country in the Western world.’
‘That’s a tiny principality, it’s hardly the same thing.’
She saw Clive mutter something to Ellis and they both laughed. She turned her gaze back to Roger. The less she looked at Clive’s overstuffed face, the better.
Roger lit another cigarette and took a long drag. His shirt was crumpled, tie askew. Broken capillaries sprawled over his nose. In front of him on his desk, his usual mug – its British Press Awards logo fading and chipped after too many washes – was releasing pungent wafts of coffee mixed with whisky, only exacerbating Sylvia’s queasiness.
‘You’ve found someone to interview?’ he asked.