It’s a fantastic
concept. No more bulging bookshelves, or
buying anthologies created by other people, which are half full of texts you
didn’t want and will never read.
Instead, you can be in charge of your library. Just your favourite books, all together, your
own personal and portable compendium.
And the name of this great invention?
A scroll…
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
And now for something completely different...
I just had to post this, so here are my flimsy reasons:
1. It has gems of information useful to a historical novelist.
2. It contains references to classic literature.
3. It proves that if you 'suffer' from night time wakefulness, you shouldn't worry, but get up and read a historical novel or neglected classic!
Saturday, 18 February 2012
More than red flannel petticoats: Edith Nesbit Part 2
Edith Nesbit’s most popular
children’s novels are still available; several, such as The Railway Children, have never gone out of print since their
publication over a hundred years ago. On
the other hand few, if any, have heard of her adult novels. It’s more than just an irony of fate,
however, that this unconventional author, who longed for recognition of her
serious, adult novels, should be remembered for works that celebrate the
conventional Victorian family. Through
her young characters, she speaks for the new middle classes spreading out of
London into the garden cities, and which would become the backbone of England
after the First World War destroyed the ‘gentleman’ class that had previously
dominated life and culture. That is, she
speaks for us.
I’m an ardent fan of
Edith’s children’s books. My favourites,
in roughly descending order, are: Five Children and It; The Enchanted Castle;
The Railway Children; The Treasure Seekers; and The Phoenix and the Carpet
(sequel to Five Children and It). Others,
for instance the sequels to The Treasure Seekers, are more hack work. Here’s a taste of why I find them so
delightful:
The ‘It’ of Five Children and It is a Psammead, a
sand fairy the children accidentally unearth in a quarry. The Psammead (a squat, furry creature with
eyes on stalks) must grant the children one wish a day, that lasts until sunset
– and of course, the disgruntled fairy takes their words very literally. The children get to discover the truth of the
proverb “be careful what you wish for.”
What, for instance, is the point of being “as beautiful as the day” if
your own friends and family can’t recognize you, or having a pile of gold coins
if they aren’t actually legal tender?
The Enchanted Castle is another fantasy with roots in real
life. Imaginary games of enchantment
take on new life when a group of siblings and their friend discover that their ‘magic’
ring really is magical – and that
real magic can be both delightful and dangerous. Apparently, Noel Coward had a copy of it by
his bedside when he died.
In The Treasure Seekers, the five Bastables, eager to help their
widowed father ‘restore the fortune of the House of Bastable,’ look for ways to
get rich, from digging for treasure to selling sherry to trying their hand at
being highwaymen on Blackheath. This novel
earns the distinction of being one of only a few books that make me laugh out
loud.
There’s no need to
introduce The Railway Children to most
English readers. To those who haven’t
had the chance to fall under its charms:
this is the story of three children living in relative luxury in London,
whose father suddenly has to ‘go away.’
Their mother is forced to move the family to a shabby home in the
country. They begin to make friends with
the railway workers and commuters, leading to a series of coincidences that
change the family’s fate. Though a
children’s book, it highlights the real plight of dissidents and those caught
up in the spy fever of the early twentieth century.
What I love about Edith
Nesbit’s work is her feel for the sibling dynamics of her large families that
might bicker and quarrel, but know that family sticks together. As I mentioned in the previous post, I also
love the way she explores the consequences of magic colliding with everyday
modern life. It’s interesting, I think,
that the children are most often thrown on their own resources due to an absent
or deceased parent and reduced family circumstances. Edith certainly understood the latter, but
tended to be the child sent away to school while her mother concentrated on her
other, invalid daughter. Perhaps even
the realism of her stories, then, is part the fantasy of a childhood she herself
rarely got to enjoy, and perhaps why her heart shines through the distance of a
century to make these stories real for us today.
Friday, 3 February 2012
More than red flannel petticoats: Edith Nesbit (Part 1)
When I was casting round
for a literary detective for a cosy mystery novel, I came up with the idea of
using Edith Nesbit, the author of some of my most favourite children’s novels. Perfect, I thought –– until I did a little
biographical investigation. I found to
my shock that the author who merged magic, fun and happy families, and penned
such ‘immortal’ lines as “Get off the line, Bobby!” and “Daddy! My Daddy!”* was
in fact a hard-left, swinging, smoking modern lady of the twentieth
century. Definitely NOT cosy material.
To British readers and
authors Nesbit is a friend and inspiration.
I’m filing her under ‘neglected classics’ because I’ve been surprised at
– or perhaps educated by - how many of my American friends haven’t read her. It’s made feel like she’s a well-kept British
secret I have to divulge!
I’m not the only one to be
surprised at the dichotomy between Edith’s novels and her life – the
disagreements over detail and perspective on her life in various biographies
speak, I think, to her fans’ struggle over Edith as narrator/writer and person. So, some facts (to the best of my
knowledge!): Edith’s father died when
she was only four, and her mother, left to deal with supporting her family and
a sickly daughter, moved the family back and forth from England to the
Continent, and sent Edith to various schools.
This instability may account for the rosy pictures of sibling life she
so often portrayed in her novels – and for the often absent parent.
As a young woman, she
became involved with the handsome, philandering Hubert Bland, marrying him when
she was 7 months pregnant. The couple’s
socialist convictions, along with Edith’s intelligence and sociability, brought
them into contact with influential people such as George Bernard Shaw and
Sidney and Beatrice Webb. They were
founder members of the Fabian society, a left-wing think tank – in fact, they
named their second son Fabian.
Edith showed a proclivity
for courting attention. Unconventional,
she took up smoking, cut her hair short and supposedly (some disagree about
this) had an affair with Shaw. She
apparently more than tolerated her husband’s lover, Alice, living with them, and
even raised the resulting illegitimate children as her own.
Edith had always loved
writing; she published her first poems at fifteen and continued to write poetry
and novels to support her family. She
courted three audiences – the conventional, moralizing crowd, those who loved
popular, sensational works, and the new left intelligentsia. But she found her voice in writing for
children. In 1899, the publication of
the children’s book The Treasure Seekers
at last brought fame and enough steady work to move to a grander house in the
country. House parties included the
likes of H.G. Wells, Laurence Houseman and G.K. Chesterton.
Her husband’s sudden death
in 1914, along with the First World War, brought a change in Edith’s
circumstances (Fabian had also died shortly before when a routine operation to
remove his tonsils went wrong). Although
she married again, the couple had to move to a more modest home in Dymchurch, characterized
as “Lymchurch” in her work. When she
died in 1924, she requested that no tombstone be laid, and a simple, wooden
panel marks her grave.
Nesbit was one of the
first authors to develop fantasy novels for children, her strength being in
fantasies that intersect, often to great comic effect, with everyday life. She also very clearly writes from a child’s
perspective. For the researcher of the Edwardian
period, her novels are a proverbial goldmine, full of the little details of
everyday life and current slang.
Since I ran out of space
here, I’ll talk about her novels in a follow-up post, but if you’re already
interested, the E. Nesbit Society has an overview of her work, and Julia Briggs’s
1987 biography, A Woman of Passion is
back in print.
Friday, 20 January 2012
Young Adult Round Up
I'm turning the blog over to my teenage daughter for her round-up of recommended YA historicals. She's a very eclectic reader, so I hope you'll enjoy her choices!
Theodosia and the Serpents of Chaos, by R. L. LaFevers: Theodosia
Throckmorton is a young girl whose parents run a small London museum displaying
ancient Egyptian artifacts. She has been hiding a huge secret from her family
for many years: she has the special ability to detect and obliterate curses on
the artifacts her mother and father unwittingly unleash upon their museum.
However, when her mother brings home the famed amulet known as the heart of
Egypt, a curse much more deadly threatens to overtake perhaps even the entire
British Empire. Will Theo be able to counteract the curse and keep the amulet
out of the hands of those who would use it for evil?
Bloody Jack, by L. A. Meyer: Mary “Jacky” Faber
is an orphan living on the streets of London. When her gang’s leader is
murdered by body sellers, she decides to fulfill her dream of going to sea by
disguising herself as a cabin boy. On the H. M. S. Dolphin, Jacky is busy making friends and enemies and using her
considerable wiles to get ahead with her captain and fellow sailors, forever
guarding the secret that could get her killed.
A Spy in the House, by Y. S. Lee: An orphaned,
penniless young girl called Mary Quinn is rescued from the death penalty in
1850s London and taken to live at Miss Scrimshaw’s Academy for Girls. After
receiving a rigorous education, at seventeen years old she is enlightened to
the fact that the academy is merely a cover-up for a female spy network called
The Agency and offered a position in the organization. Her first mission is to
act as a lady’s companion for the daughter of a merchant suspected of foul
play, gathering information while an unknown counterpart does the nitty-gritty
investigation. However, Mary’s insatiable hunger for knowledge leads her to
stumble upon a conspiracy more serious than her superiors had imagined. Will
she be able to bring the criminals to justice without paying the ultimate
price?
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar
Children, by Ransom
Riggs: Jacob never really believed the stories his grandfather told him when he
was younger: stories of an old house on an island where gifted children lived,
of a wise old bird who smoked a pipe, and of monsters lurking in the darkness.
But now his grandfather is dead, killed by the very monsters he sought to
eradicate; and Jacob must find the house of peculiar children to set things
straight, once and for all.
Accompanied
by a charming collection of authentic old photographs, this masterfully-told
tale will astound and delight.
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Neglected classics: Baroness Orczy
About twenty years ago, my
then-boyfriend expressed a longtime wish to read The Scarlet Pimpernel. Soon
thereafter, I was delighted to discover it in a second hand bookstore – but not
so delighted when he ignored me to stay up all night reading it, only to
pronounce it “OK” (but I married him anyway).
Fast forward, as they say, to this past year, when my research into
Edwardian detective fiction unexpectedly brought Baroness Orczy into my life
again.
Baroness Emmuska (Emma)
Orczy (1865-1947) was the daughter of self-exiled Hungarian nobility. Her marriage with a poorer Englishman, a
fellow art student, was the prompt that drove her to try her talents at writing
novels and plays, often with her husband.
The Scarlet Pimpernel first
came to life as a play that had a long, successful run, and morphed into a
series of about a dozen books. In fact,
I was surprised to find that the total of her short story collections and
novels (not counting plays, translations etc.) numbers more than 60 and includes
mysteries, detective fiction, romance and adventure, often within the wider
genre of historical fiction. Her success
enabled her to buy villas in Italy and Monte Carlo, where she lived after WWI
until the death of her husband after fifty-some years of marriage – and yet,
though many people have heard of The
Scarlet Pimpernel, very few could name its author, let alone any other
works by her.
The reason is the one
that, perversely, interests me so much in these forgotten classics: she was
popular. Her works are not great
literature; they are written to entertain and to catch at the feelings of the
time, even when her setting is historical.
The Scarlet Pimpernel (1903),
though set in the French Revolution, echoes the unrest between classes that had
driven Orczy’s own family into exile, and would soon sweep across Russia. Her detective novels explore the
relationships not only of class but gender.
Lady Molly, the eponymous heroine of Lady
Molly of Scotland Yard (1910) depends on “feminine intuition” to guess at
solutions to crimes, which she then sets out to prove. She stands in contrast to the logic employed
by The Old Man in the Corner (1909), a
detective who spends his time in a London tea shop, solving crimes merely from
the details brought him by a female reporter.
Orczy’s work is a treasure
trove for the historical novelist and fun for the literary curious. I enjoyed Lady
Molly for the varied picture it paints, albeit sometimes stereotyped, of
women, particularly women criminals, in the Edwardian period. If you’re interested in a light read that
gives you a flavour of Europe in the early 20th century, then give
Orczy a try. It may tempt you to know
that The Scarlet Pimpernel, Lady Molly of Scotland Yard and several
other of her novels are available as free ebook downloads on manybooks.net. By the way, that second hand copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel still sits on our
bookshelf!
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