Roy Kerridge

Our readers will be sad to hear of the death of Roy Kerridge at 78. An original character he was an eccentric and idiosyncratic writer who contributed to many national newspapers and magazines, and of course in his inimitable column in the Salisbury Review.  He wrote over 30 books.

Through family connexions, he amassed an exhaustive knowledge of the various ethnic groups living in modern Britain, but his distinctive talent lay in noticing the unnoticed and finding beauty and goodness in the unexpected byways of our mad world.

His friends and family loved him for this.

A longer appreciation will appear in the Summer Magazine (June)

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13 Comments on Roy Kerridge

  1. It was with great sadness to hear of the passing of my pen friend Roy Kerridge. I have known Roy for over 30 years. He was at my wedding in London and used to visit me and my family every year when he comes around to Walthamstow. Any time he comes around he tells me how proud he was to see me. Rest Well, my dear pen friend.

  2. I am so sad to hear that Roy Kerridge has passed away. A friend and work colleague for perhaps forty years, though we have only exchanged Christmas greetings of late. I co authored, A Storm is Passing Over, a look at black churches in Britain with him, and we went on very many journalistic travels when we both worked a You magazine in the 1980s. He will be sadly missed.

  3. My mother, worked for Roy Kerridge for 30 years, during which time she typed many of his manuscripts. He dedicated one of his books to her and my father Charles and Sybil Segal, and visited her in hospital only last year, when she broke her knee. Is there a family member that my mother could contact?

  4. I knew Roy when I was a young teen. He was special, so understanding and patient. It was no surprise when he became a rev. My condolences to his family. A good spirit, he will live on.

  5. Very, very lovely man,never engaged with him much ,but when he pops in @church ,hes got a warm and welcoming spirit ,may he rest in peace

  6. I am sorry to hear. He was brought to Christ by a Church sis. called Adassa Benitit from JA. She is atill alive. June McKenzie’ family is well acquinted with him, they live next door to each other. His mother died the week before. He always correspond with her (she was one of my mother’ old time friends back in Jamaica).

    May he RIP in Jesus.

  7. Like George T, I first read Roy Kerridge in The Spectator, in those far-off days when that magazine hadn’t started turning into a weekly version of The Guardian.

    What I learned from him was that human beings are fundamentally not classes, or minorities and majorities, or us and them, but gloriously different individuals, and that the more closely one examines an individual human being, the more wonderfully eccentric he is seen to be.

    I’ll miss RK’s SR articles. May he rest in peace.

  8. That is sad news. Roy Kerridge has been one of my favourite writers since I first encountered him in the Spectator in the 1980s. His writing was always charming, witty, honest and original. I hope he was able to spend his last years in some comfort.

  9. What sad news and what a touching tribute: only a few lines but it says everything. I can’t say I knew Roy, but I have fond memories of chatting with him at the magazine’s occasional gatherings. He talked; I listened and laughed. You sensed that he could have done anything had he turned his mind to it, for nothing escaped his notice, but his heart led him down those byways and the joy that is to be had in the company of ordinary people leading extraordinary lives.
    I can thoroughly recommend his hilarious but deadly ‘The Story of Black History’.

  10. I recall his name from reading the print edition of SR many years ago, and remember looking forward to his pieces. RIP

    Wish that I could access my current SR online subscription, but due to a shared failure betwixt me and thou, I cannot. I asked for help and I received it, but to no avail.

    Happy Easter