What Every Historical Fiction Writer Dreams About

Review of ‘A Terrible Tomboy’ by Angela Brazil (sort of).  ‘A Terrible Tomboy’ is available here by the way.

What we historical fiction writers dream about are sources informing us of exactly what we need to know in order to write our story.  Mostly, we don’t lack sources on major political events, because these are easy to find, but details of everyday life, precise details synchronised very exactly in time, without which our novel feels unrealistic and unconvincing, and plots and characters fall apart.  These things are particularly hard to dig up – sometimes literally, in the archeological sense.  What we know about how people lived in centuries long ago is largely down to chance.  For example, much of our knowledge about how Romans lived their lives derives from what was buried under molten lava when Vesuvius erupted in 79 AD.

I am currently preparing to write a school story, of the traditional sort, based at a girls boarding school in the first half of the twentieth century.  How wonderful it is, therefore, to find a book like ‘A Terrible Tomboy’, which is not a novel at all, but more a succession of events in the life of a pre-teen girl living in genteel poverty on the English-Welsh borders in the 1900s.  (I have already reviewed author Angela Brazil’s autobiography.)   This was Angela’s first publication and, although she later became known as the first writer of school stories for girls, this was not one of them.  Prefixing every chapter with a highbrow literary quotation, Angela describes everything as she sees it, the landscape and what grows on it, how people ran their households, how schools were run, what they wore, what tools they used and how, attitudes and opinions, what people enjoyed and valued.  Of course, primary sources like these can be subjective and need to be balanced against others, but Angela never tries to deceive, embellish or even gloss.  She writes with that mixture of innocence and confidence redolent of someone living in the Britain during the time of the British Empire, on which the sun would never set – obviously.

It was a world in which twelve year olds were generally at peace with their world and their likely role within it.  Peggy Vaughan (the terrible tomboy in question) and her brother Bobby, without the distractions of electronic media, not even television or radio, liked nothing better than their pets and to play outside, spotting wild flowers, and also wild birds and insects… which they would then capture and stick on a card.  The underlying point of view was that the natural world was wonderful and exciting, but theirs for the taking.  Although The Abbey, where they lived, was falling down around them and their poor father was struggling financially, being saddled with debts and mortgages incurred by profligate ancestors, they were Vaughans and better than those around them – better, however, in the sense of having higher moral standards.   These are attitudes which we in the twenty-first century, not only do not share, but regard as repugnant, and we find it difficult to write characters who think this way.  Nevertheless, in my opinion, we must, because that’s how it was.   What I cannot stand is right-on, politically correct modern opinions emanating from the mouths of people, albeit fictitious people, living many decades or centuries earlier.  The worst example ever was in a Children’s BBC programme I watched in the 1990s which included a girl knight.

An old fashioned schoolgirl
From http://www.ju90.co.uk/sch.htm

Notwithstanding all these things – or maybe because of them – ‘A Terrible Tomboy’ is a wonderful resource for writers of historical fiction.  I have often considered setting up a resource-bank, of things I have experienced, things I have heard my parents talk about, and other people I have met, and I would hope to gain insights from other people’s experiences as I needed them for my writing.  To give an example, everyone knows that GIs billeted in England during World War 2 caused havoc amongst local British girls, but my mother used to tell me about how shy black American soldiers were at dances and that, if she danced with one, all his black friends would line up to ask to dance with them.   It’s these sorts of details that can make a historical piece real.  I thought about writing my next post about British elections, setting down everything I observed from voting myself, watching election results and being a poll clerk and presiding officer.

Another thing I have learned about researching historical topics is the value of images.  A picture truly can tell a thousand words.  Even when browsing for an image to go with this blog, I found a wonderful resource on early twentieth century schoolgirls.

Back to ‘A Terrible Tomboy’, if you wish to consider it as literature, it has no real storyline and the one bit of plot at the end is implausible, but, given the tone of the rest of the book, very predictable.   Enid Blyton, many decades on, wrote the same sort of stories, with defined characters and plots that worked.

 

Very Sad News About Ruth Rendell

Veruthrendellry sad to hear that Ruth Rendell died yesterday, aged 85, following a stroke in January, from which she never properly recovered.  With her first book ‘From Doon to Death’ published in 1964, Ruth was the first of a new generation of detective writers, who had moved on, from what Lucy Worsley in ‘A Very British Murder’ called the ‘Golden Age’ , towards modern character-led fiction.  Her writing fell into three categories:  crime stories featuring teddy bear DCI Reg Wexford, other crime stories and non-detective fiction which she wrote under the pen-name Barbara VineMuch has got into print over the last twenty-four hours about how Ruth liked to explore the ‘dark side’ of human nature and I know people who won’t touch her books because they are too dark.  Usually I am the first one to be squeamish and always wary of what may be called ‘psychological thrillers’, but Ruth, like Dickens, always knew how far to go and when to draw back.

Ruth was one of an interesting gang of female crime writers living in East Anglia, albeit at different times:  Dorothy Sayers (Witham),  Margery Allingham (Tolleshunt D’Arcy) and PD James (Southwold).  Even though Reg Wexford lived in Sussex (although Ruth had no connections there that I know of) and later in West London, places in northern Essex and southern Suffolk, close to where Ruth spent her adult life, also feature in many of her stories.  Equally sadly, PD James died just a few months ago, in November.  I understand that the two were great friends, both of them attending the House of Lords regularly, on opposite benches – Ruth Labour, Phyllis Conservative.

Ruth, a churchgoer, would understand that in the midst of death we are in life.  (Yes, I know I’ve quoted that the wrong way roPrincess on board stickerund!)  Many congratulations to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge on the birth of their little girl, also yesterday.  No name yet, but whatever they select will be top of the name pops for next year.  Wills and Kate, consider all the poor teachers who, for the next eighteen years, will have several girls with The Name in every class.  Think particularly of teachers in Essex, and how whatever you choose will sound with an Estuarian accent.  And you wouldn’t put a  Princess on  Board on your back windscreen, would you?  (No, that would be really just too Essex.)