Gary Ley
Born 1956 (age 55–56)
Swansea
Nationality Welsh
Occupation writer, sculpture technician
Known for Taking Ronnie to the Pictures, Strange Tunnels Disappearing

Gary Ley (born 1956) is a Welsh novelist and sculpture technician.[1] He is based in Rhossili on the Gower Peninsula, near Swansea.[2]

Biography [link]

Born in Swansea in 1956, Gary Ley studied geography at university.

He had a career as a teacher and lecturer, before being involved in the setting up of a sculpture business in 1988.[1]

His first novel, Taking Ronnie to the Pictures, was published in 1998, and is notable for having been a runner-up in Seren’s First Novel Competition.[3] It deals with the subject of child abuse, employing flashbacks and having a narrative that moves between Texas and Wales.[4][5]

In 2002 Ley published his second novel, Strange Tunnels Disappearing. It is set in the 1980s against the backdrop of the internal conflict in Peru; its main characters are a British aircraft salesman and a Peruvian politics lecturer associated with the Shining Path. The imagined persona of the 19th-century railway builder, Henry Meiggs, features prominently in the novel.[6][7]

Ley has also had poems published in periodicals.

Bibliography [link]

  • Ley, Gary (1998-09-22). Taking Ronnie to the Pictures. Bridgend: Seren. ISBN 1-85411-193-0. 
  • Ley, Gary (2002-04-18). Strange Tunnels Disappearing. Bridgend: Seren. ISBN 1-85411-302-X. 
  • Gary has also been a prolific poet over the years, and had some of his poetry published in Welsh periodicals.

References [link]


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Podcasts:

PLAYLIST TIME:

Coming Turn

by: Karelia

Lying alone in this cold and quiet room
I can hear their whispers now
I can sense it: A turn is coming on
Lying alone in this cold and quiet room
The door is silently opening
I can sense it: A turn is coming on
Wincing faces, racked by pain
They come to me as I fall asleep
Climbing the stairs, to hide is vain
They will get me in this night so deep
Exhausted veins
Bloody drugs every day
Their needles in my brain
They gave me one more jab supposed to relieve all that pain
I tried to get away
To escape from that place
But my own legs betray me leaving body on that bed
Wincing faces, in front of me
They've come to me and I don't dare
To give that fight for eternity




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