New years day is black - a graphic memoir

In 2015 the artist Nicky Loutit began making paintings and putting down thoughts which evolved as she walked the coast of North Norfolk. New Year's Day Is Black is a visualization of memory; of how our past returns to us when we least expect or want it to. It is a meditation on motherhood, ageing and the journey of a life fully lived.

As the child of prominent members of London's cultural elite in the '40s and '50s, her place was that of an infant hanger-on, mostly ignored by the artistic and intellectual crowd she was born into. But beneath that veneer of bohemian eccentricity, Loutit silently lived a life marked by physical, mental and sexual abuse at the hands of some of those responsible for her.

Recounting the kindness of some of the people she knew, including George Orwell, Cyril Connolly and Francis Partridge, alongside the trauma of her abuse, Loutit paints a life which triumphs over regret and adversity. Her story affords those who experience it the chance to be moved and inspired by a remarkable woman in a remarkable way.

New years day is black

Reaction/Reviews

'What follows is a story of neglect but also of survival and, in the end, renewal... a quietly devastating book which deserves the widest possible circulation.' - D.J.Taylor

'I found it completely gripping. Beautiful and horrifying… utterly extraordinary. The evocation of that very particular loneliness irrelevant children feel is almost unbearable. Congratulations to Nicky Loutit.' - Eimear McBride

'Nicky Loutit's words, drawings and paintings combine in an urgent and original way to propel us along the rocky road of her journey.  It is disturbing territory and the adventure is brave, compelling and moving.' - Maggi Hambling

'Can a child's pain can be assimilated into art? Can joy emerge from a determination not to turn away from darkness? Do age and introspection have the power to heal the soul?  The answer according to Nicky Loutit's haunting visual memoir is yes, yes, defiantly gloriously yes.' - Meg Rosoff

Some pages from the memoir


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