For two and a half years, as Britain adjusted from normality to the most disorienting collective trauma of our lifetimes, Will Ashon trawled the country for strangers’ stories. He wrote letters to random addresses, went hitchhiking, talked to the drivers and followed chance connections in pursuit of glimpses into other people’s lives. Once they had consented to speak, he asked some to tell him a secret and others to answer a question from a list. The resulting anonymous confessions, reminiscences, philosophical reflections and anecdotes were obtained via interviews, emails or voice recordings. They form a quietly remarkable study of the state of the nation, in which fragments piece together into a mosaic portrait of Britain’s soul, with all its dreams, regrets, fears, joys and private vulnerabilities.
The Passengers presents 180 of these voices, beginning with a single line from a conversation – ‘I want to stay and stay and never go’ – and expanding gradually to monologues four pages long in the middle of the book, then contracting again until it resolves with a return to that opening line.
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