The Stirrings

What a superb, moving and disturbing memoir Catherine Taylor has written. Tracing delicate threads of connection between the political and the personal, evoking the atmosphere of the 80s and early 1990s with uncanny precision. It's haunting and unforgettable.

Jonathan Coe

This marvellous book is a creature of itself. Memoir? Forget it. Here is prose operating at the level of a lethal instrument

New Zealand Listener

The 'addictive, druggy aroma' of Vosene shampoo is just one of the many memories triggered by Catherine Taylor's evocative and stirring memoir . . . The book neatly balances a personal story with an incisive social history of an era, told honestly through working-class eyes . . . An excellent memoir

Independent

A frank and challenging mixture of memory and anger and protest, with a strong sense of place and history. It evokes a Sheffield I knew well in the process of evolving into the city it is now - the very place names are resonant with nostalgia

Margaret Drabble

Sparklingly evocative . . . Taylor illustrates the deep connection between person and place in the construction of identity: here the lines between city and citizen are satisfyingly blurred

Financial Times

As well as a personal story, The Stirrings is also an atmospheric social document . . . delicately written and deeply affecting

Irish Times

A great and devastating memoir

Laura Cumming

Taylor's memories are deliciously vibrant

New Statesman

Inspiring in its honesty, unforgettable in its blend of grit and vulnerability

The Bookseller

Catherine Taylor's memoir The Stirrings is a dark, wry tribute to the Steel City, and her encounters with many of its best-known inhabitants . . . Her findings are presented with both poetry and wit: The Stirrings is a vivid chronicle of a young woman's journey into adulthood, and an equally vivid portrait of a place and moment in time

Telegraph

A coming-of-age memoir which charts the author's experiences growing up in 1970s and 80s Sheffield, the evocation of time and place is so good you are almost surprised when you look up and see you are elsewhere

i news

Catherine Taylor's account of her youth is a lyrical study of how place shapes character ... Assured and perceptive . . . She brilliantly evokes the "tiny traumas" of childhood . . . Haunting . . . The reader may wish this memoir were longer

Observer

A powerful memoir, strong on period detail and notable both for the dramatic events in the background (including the Yorkshire Ripper murders and Orgreave) and for the author's story of her childhood and family

Blake Morrison

The Stirrings is an evocative and moving time-slip of a memoir. With ominous overtones, a defiant spirit, and a nostalgic slice of both the euphoria and dread that saturated the '70s and '80s, Taylor's coming of age tale gifts us the friend we all longed for growing up: one who is open, funny and better read

Jade Angeles Fitton

Catherine Taylor's wonderful, evocative memoir is honest and unsentimental about the city of Sheffield she grew up in during the Seventies and Eighties but it's clear that, although she now lives in London, it still looms large in her life . . . [an] easily relatable, sympathetic and moving story. And while many of the landmarks of Catherine's Sheffield youth are now long gone the city's renewal in recent times seems to go hand in hand with her own personal journey

Choice

The violence men do, to the world in general but women's bodies in particular, is the angry backdrop to this fine memoir. That and the city of Sheffield itself . . . While the prose is lyrical, the book offers a way of thinking about the personal past that will speak to anyone who has grown up trying to assemble a self from the bits and pieces of family and political culture randomly assigned at birth. In other words, all of us.

Guardian

A haunting piece of memoir and cultural history

Buzz Magazine

I suspect the book will be catnip to readers of a nostalgic bent . . . Taylor skilfully captures the mood of those years, a 'Northern Time' caught miraculously in aspic

Mail on Sunday