THE "REAL" TOM POOLEY.
This account , Tom Pooley’s Fateful Year is, I freely admit, a contrived work and does not claim to be either an academic paper or 'history'. It is a jeu d’esprit in the sense that I thoroughly enjoyed putting it together and it is a personal interpretation of Pooley's 'year'; it is the story that I and he wanted to be told. It contains, however, much of Pooley’s own work. He has contributed more to it than I have, indeed the work must be something like 60% Pooley and 40% Pooley-pastiche supplied by me, Wayland Wordsmith, and, I hasten to add, the vituperative content is 100% Tom Pooley. The writings of Tom Pooley exist and the original manuscripts are in the public domain but they are such a kaleidoscope of fantastic ideas with so many repetitions and confusions and with such bizarre capitalization and with such an unconventional orthography that they needed the savage edit which I have sought to apply. Most 'serious' commentators, lawyers and histori