William Golding’s Lord of the Flies
Golding knew what he was talking about: at the time he wrote the fiction( a riposte to The Coral Island and The Swiss Family Robinson ), he was teaching at an all-boys school not unlike the one I attended. If I’d known what he was talking about, I might have built more of school instead of spending all my period there trying not to be noticed. It wasn’t such a bad place; I did OK. Still, when I read the novel in my late teens, and reached the component where Ralph sobs for” the end of innocence” and” the darkness of man’s heart”, I felt like weeping, too: if only I’d been advised!