The Book of It is superb, a poem, a song, a meditation, an aria, a burst of light, a streak of verbal incandescence, at once Shandian, Swiftian, Beckettian, Joycean, and McGrealian. I am also reminded of the verbal pyrotechnics of Flann O'Brien, Richard Brinsley Sheridan, and Oscar Wilde.
by M. G. Stephens
John McGreal was born in 1945. He lives in South London. He is divorced with a daughter, Frances.
His writing has emerged out of his practice as a visual artist, which has
always included an interest in use of text. This focus on spacial aspects of language was exemplified in his first solo art show,
His interest in writing the silent voice and internal monologue also emerged from the experience prior to that in the Eighties and Nineties, when he practiced as a psychiatric and addiction counsellor - and then as a psychoanalytic counsellor, getting a Distinction in the Postgraduate Diploma in Psychoanalytic Counselling at Goldsmith's College, London (1992).
His attention to detail in punctuation and the inner spacial workings of written language has stemmed too from the time in the Seventies when he worked as a free-lance translator for Routledge and Kegan Paul and The Harvester Press.
He has always retained an interest in the social context of writing since working in the early Seventies and late Sixties as an academic sociologist at The Open University, The London School of Economics and Leicester University where he got a First in BA Soc.Sci.(Sociology)in 1967.