The Rat-Pit

The Rat-Pit

IN the city of Glasgow there is a lodging-house for women known as The Rat-pit. Here the vagrant can get a nightly bunk for a few pence, and no female is refused admittance: the unfortunate, the sick, and work-weary congregate under the same roof, breathe the same fetid air and forget the troubles of a miserable existence in strong drink, the solace of the sorrowful, or in heavy stupor, the slumber of the toilworn. The underworld, of which I have seen and known such a lot, has always appeared to me as a Greater Rat-pit, where human beings, pinched and poverty-stricken and ground down with a weight of oppression, are hemmed up like the plague-stricken in a pest-house. It is in this larger sense that I have chosen the name for the title of Norah Ryans story. By committing the great sin and subsequently by allowing the dictates of motherhood to triumph over decrees of society, she became a pariah eternally doomed to the Greater Rat-pit. Whilst my former book, Children of the Dead End, was on the whole accepted as giving a picture of the life of the navvy, there were some who refused to believe that scenes such as I strove to depict could exist in a country like ours. To them I venture the assurance that The Rat-pit is a transcript from life and that most of the characters are real people, and the scenes only too poignantly true. Some may think that such things should not be written about; but public opinion, like the light of day, is a great purifier, and to hide a sore from the surgeons eye out of miscalled delicacy is surely a supreme folly. A word about Children of the Dead End. I am highly gratified by the success attained by that book in Britain and abroad. Only in Ireland, my native country, has the book given offence. Reviewers there spoke angrily about it, and one went so far as to say that I would end my days by blowing out my brains with a revolver. The reference to a tyrannical village priest gave great offence to a number of clergy, but on the other hand several wrote to me speaking very highly of the book, and I have been told that a Roman Catholic Bishop sat up all night to read it. In my own place I am looked upon with suspicion, all because I wrote a book, a bad one makin fun of the priest, as an old countryman remarked to me last summer when I was at home. You dont like it, then? I said. Like it! I wouldnt read it for a hundred pounds, money down, was the answer. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 50895
Author: MacGill, Patrick
Release Date: Jan 11, 2016
Format: eBook
Language: English