Francis Brett Young - Life

Life

Brett Young was born in Halesowen, Worcestershire. He schooled first at a private school in Sutton Coldfield. His father was a doctor and his mother also came from a medical family, so it was natural that Brett Young go to the school for the sons of doctors, Epsom College. He was there when, at fourteen, he suffered the death of his beloved mother. He later went on to train at the University of Birmingham to become a qualified physician. He met his wife Jessie Hankinson while he was lodging at Edgbaston in Birmingham and she was training at Anstey College of Physical Education, then housed in the building on the nearby The Leasowes (the former home of William Shenstone, the author most admired by Brett Young).

He started medical practice on the steamship S.S. Kintuck, on a long voyage to the Far East. He returned with the money to purchase his own medical practice at Cleveland House, Brixham, Devon, in 1907. Established in his first secure job, he was able to be secretly married to Jessie Hankinson in December 1908. Jessie was also a singer and he accompanied her, as well as composing two sets of songs for her, published in 1912 and 1913. His first attempt at a novel, Undergrowth, was a collaboration with his brother, Eric.

During the First World War he saw service in German East Africa in the Medical Corps, but was invalided out in 1918, and no longer able to practice medicine. His own account of these wartime events are given in his book Marching on Tanga - passages censored from that book were later covertly used in his novel Jim Redlake.

Unable to work as a doctor, he decided to devote himself to his writing, and in 1919 he began the first of his Mercian novels. From 1920 the couple went to live in Capri until 1929 but also travelled widely, including trips to South Africa, the United States and summers in the Lake District of England. They returned to live in England, initially in the Lake District as neighbours of fellow novelist Hugh Walpole. Here they lived in a country house, still standing, south of Hawkshead on the west side of Esthwaite Water. Then, from 1932 they settled at the dilapidated Craycombe House, Fladbury, Worcestershire, which he was able to buy and slowly renovate due to his continuing success as a writer. His income also enabled him to spend the winters in Capri, which was vital due to his poor health. This changed as Italy became fascist and war approached, and in 1937 he purchased Talland House between Looe and Polperro as an alternative winter retreat. When war came in 1939, Craycombe House was requisitioned by the Red Cross and turned into a convalescent home for the armed services.

In 1944, near to the war's end, he published his epic poem "The Island", recounting in verse the whole history of Britain from the Bronze Age to the Battle of Britain. The entire first edition of 23,500 sold out immediately, even in wartime conditions, and was then reprinted.

The winters and wartime privations in England had taken their toll on his poor health. In October 1944, having seen "The Island" through to press and great acclaim, he had a serious heart attack. At the end of Second World War he moved to Montagu in the Klein Karoo, South Africa, then still effectively part of the British Empire. The climate suited him, and he was even able to complete the writing of a non-fiction guide book for the South African Tourist Board. He died in Cape Town in 1954. His ashes were returned to England, and are in Worcester Cathedral.

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