People of the world all look to find their own position; firstly through family and friends, then the neighbourhood and finally work. Others prefer the commune of religion. All these influence the way they live and think, which in turn, allows them to find a cause close to our heart. But give people a democracy and you allow them to bloom, not just in their cause, but rendering them more freedom of thought. What could be better? The Men With No Names follows democracy in an insular town in Britain. This allows each person to have their opinion or put forward their own cause towards their fellow neighbours, as well as suggesting or rejecting ideas by the town mayor and council. Looking at the town’s folk from afar is one man who has seen the world and has his quiet opinions, also influenced by his own experiences of war, but far beyond what he had expected. The book looks at past history that repeats through each generation, the struggles of the people to find who they are, and finally, to who are the heroes in our world, and those who think they are heroic in their cause. There is always more to learn, but the main concern is that most people only use the narrow mind that they know.
Neil Willis continues his writing career, further to One Year On My Hundred and Songs From The Mansion House Garden, with The Men With No Names. Written as poetry and prose it allows him more expression to the reader. Ever opinionated, ever thought-provoking, he can seduce you into softness before spelling a harsh reality, but leaving you wanting a little bit more. The Men With No Names is to be read from first page to finish to get the full storylines passing through the book. These are four-fold: the life of the seated man, a brief touch-history of black people’s lives, the small town with a democracy hill for debating, and the world of peculiar people.