About John
John S Frisby was born in Waterford, Eire, and educated in The London Oratory and Goldsmiths College, London University. He completed a PGCE Physics teaching qualification at Southampton University and taught for twenty years in Hampshire schools.
His other education involved working, aged 18, as a trainee insurance broker in Piccadilly, before reviewing life and buying a one-way coach ticket to Athens, with five matching, stylish, suitcases, containing an iron and a kettle, and spending three months swimming around the Greek islands.
At midnight on the starry night of his twentieth birthday, he ducked under an amazingly low-flying Perseids meteor, thinking, 'I've got to know how all this works!'
After catching a Turkish car ferry to Marseille and promptly having his passport stolen, necessitating a six week stay there, he apple picked with three newly found travel buddies in Aix-en-Provence, fait les vendanges, picked grapes, in Bezier and Carcassonne, before travelling with them to spend the winter in Paris.
Arriving there on the first November, he left the Odeon Metro holding the map upside down whilst searching for their extremely budget hotel and turned the wrong way. He found himself on Pont Saint-Michel, confronted by the stupendous beauty and power of the illuminated Cathedrale Notre-Dame and thinking, Incredible! What is this place??
He lived there, working, studying, discovering, in that City of Light for a year and a half, before returning to England to complete his studies.
Thirty odd years later, in a motorhome in Spain, He still carried that sense of life's wonder. Reading about the divine inspiration that led to Blaise Pascal's ingenious invention, He was motivated to write about the wonder of life, and started Pascalene.
When He started writing Pascalene. He thought it was about divinely inspired genius, and two brilliant, passionate, Parisian love triangles, a century apart, and it is. But life took over, broke through, as it always does. Then that joyous love is attacked, by life's events, politics, poverty, war. Underlying all of those, is the insidious and eternal, misogyny of the privileged. What survives, hopefully, is the innate and nurtured love, and friendship.
His other education involved working, aged 18, as a trainee insurance broker in Piccadilly, before reviewing life and buying a one-way coach ticket to Athens, with five matching, stylish, suitcases, containing an iron and a kettle, and spending three months swimming around the Greek islands.
At midnight on the starry night of his twentieth birthday, he ducked under an amazingly low-flying Perseids meteor, thinking, 'I've got to know how all this works!'
After catching a Turkish car ferry to Marseille and promptly having his passport stolen, necessitating a six week stay there, he apple picked with three newly found travel buddies in Aix-en-Provence, fait les vendanges, picked grapes, in Bezier and Carcassonne, before travelling with them to spend the winter in Paris.
Arriving there on the first November, he left the Odeon Metro holding the map upside down whilst searching for their extremely budget hotel and turned the wrong way. He found himself on Pont Saint-Michel, confronted by the stupendous beauty and power of the illuminated Cathedrale Notre-Dame and thinking, Incredible! What is this place??
He lived there, working, studying, discovering, in that City of Light for a year and a half, before returning to England to complete his studies.
Thirty odd years later, in a motorhome in Spain, He still carried that sense of life's wonder. Reading about the divine inspiration that led to Blaise Pascal's ingenious invention, He was motivated to write about the wonder of life, and started Pascalene.
When He started writing Pascalene. He thought it was about divinely inspired genius, and two brilliant, passionate, Parisian love triangles, a century apart, and it is. But life took over, broke through, as it always does. Then that joyous love is attacked, by life's events, politics, poverty, war. Underlying all of those, is the insidious and eternal, misogyny of the privileged. What survives, hopefully, is the innate and nurtured love, and friendship.