Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Something strange and admirable: the spirit of 'Brendon Chase'

Published in 1944, during the final days of the Second World War, Brendon Chase on the surface falls quite comfortably into that vein of children's literature dealing with the kids, separated from the adults, striking out on their own adventure in the wild. So far, so familiar -  Ransome had already so admirably rung the changes in his Swallows and Amazons books while Blyton was to continue to vary the theme many times over. Brendon Chase sets itself apart, however, the difference lying in the quality of the nature writing and what the author says about what the wild can do with us.

The world of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream haunts Brendon Chase, the comedy of both gilded by the enigmatic and strange to create a rich, complex effect. While on the surface three boys gadding about in the woods evading their adult nemeses at every turn is extremely funny -  there are some wonderful, quasi-operatic set pieces (Sir William's 'hunt', Little John's shopping trip to Brendon, the picnic...), not to mention the outrageous details of the plot ('Why does Auntie do so little about her charges out in the woods for months on end? How do children survive almost a year dressed mostly in rabbit skins? Where did they learn to cure a pig?!') - the arresting moments of stillness and calm, slipped in effortlessly, cast a spell over the reader as the Wood reveals its ancient, ineffable spirit.

Brendon Chase is not about people: as the title shows plainly, its focus is the woodland. It is difficult to think of another novel for young people which so perfectly describes the glory and mystery of the English countryside. Brendon Chase is filled with passages that draw the feeling of a wild wood as well as the physical beauty of one, just as Shakespeare's verse evokes the heady world of a summer night:

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.


From the very start of the story, the Chase is described in extraordinary detail, the tiny birds and flowers are seen as though through Robin's eyes - the 'visionary' one - and straight away we are expected to see as he does. Colours, smells, the feeling of the breath of wind or snow, everything is there. It is not simplistic picture-painting; the Wood is part of the plot, the Wood is the central character. As with Shakespeare's forest, subtle shades of personality are infused into the description of the glories of nature: the way in which the owls calling to each other and the sound of the wind in the trees are just as revealing as any dialogue could achieve. The bark of fox and grunt of pig, the sparkle of birdsong, the boom of a rutting stag all form the verses of multiple lives eternally playing out their individual parts within the woods. The oak tree and the Blind Pool on the other hand take the part of the silent observers, a mute Greek Chorus, ancient and solitary sources of a wisdom. Only gradually, with humble respect, do the children begin to understand: they must listen both to the sound and to the sense of these: knowledge of the wild is hard-earned. 


***

Despite its episodic scenes, Brendon Chase as a whole is formed loosely of two parts. The first details the way in which the boys enter the forest, become inhabitants, then learn the ways in which they are to survive. 

Like the wood in A Midsummer Night's Dream, Brendon Chase is an asylum, a place of safety for the boys, a refuge where they are simply to survive and remain hidden so as to avoid the terrible consequence of returning to school. This is not 'school' as a place of learning, or even particularly as a place of misery: it is School as Establishment, the well-worn wheel of their father's father's treadmill through life. While Shakespeare's Dream begins with the breaking of law - the arranged marriage - the boys have their own dream, to flout rules, to be free...they run away and make their dream a reality, innocent enough to be drawn to the freedom of the wild, experienced enough to understand that they must take the chance while they have it.

So quick bright things come to confusion 

All three boys, 'quick and bright', full of life and intelligence, arrive in the Chase ready to learn. The Wood will be their teacher now and, as is implied at the end of the book, will have taught them more that they will need in their lives than any established schooling could. By their 'confusion' in the wood (the word derives from the Latin 'to mingle') the brothers first freely offer up then go on to begin to integrate their own spirits with the forest. Ultimately they will  leave transfigured, but for now, they are to enjoy exploring. 

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where [...]


The comedy of the adults' search for the boys, the fruitless efforts they go to in order to find the children and bring them back to Established Order, is an important plot device in the first part of the book. (The hunt is of course cleverly hidden in plain sight in the title: Brendon Chase!) Having become familiar with the geography of the wood (notably, though, they never seem to grasp the full extent of it, there is always something more to be discovered), their knowledge is put to good use in eluding the tenacious Sergeant Bunting, appointed leader of the 'enemy' adults.


Up and down, up and down
I will lead them up and down
I am feared in field in town
Goblin, lead them up and down.


Puck's words 'up and down' not only describe the physical high-jinks of the hunt but also its topsy-turvy nature. The babes-in-the-wood are the ones in charge here: two steps ahead of the 'experienced' grown-ups, they manage to throw the traditional set-up of the hunt on its head:

Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger
 


The boys are Shakespeare's fairies - knowing, mischievous, almost supernatural in their skill: once someone  is brought to the Wood, they must follow its Rules or pay the consequence. The boys, of course, fully attend; the grown-ups do not.
 
For example, Sergeant Bunting - very like Shakespeare's Bottom, oblivious to the power of the woods, so caught up is he in his own pomposity - is thrice thwarted and only after a near-death experience will he admit defeat.  Whilst his first two attempts are frustrated by the boys' puckish roguery, it is the Wood alone (in the form of a stag) that eventually puts paid to his pursuits once and for all. 

Although the Sergeant might be seen as a comic character, we are left perhaps with some sympathy for the man. He is not the stock villain that he at first appears and certainly the fright that proves to be the end of his adventures is not one we would wish on anyone. But Sylvan Rule is Sylvan Rule, B.B. seems to say, and although Bunting is offered a white flag part-way through the novel, he chooses ultimately to position himself against the Wood and invites his own fall.

O Bottom, thou art changed!

During the summer, pursuing the boys though the Chase, parched and caked with dust on his bike in the intense heat, the Sergeant stumbles across the Blind Pool. In the cool of the shade, we fully appreciate Bunting's temptation to swim.  His relief at the cold water is so grateful that he even starts to believe that he could stay here for ever, thanks to what the Chase has offered him. But no! The decorum of reality soon overtakes him as he realises that his policeman's outfit (the synthetic mark of authority) is missing, stolen by those goblin-boys, and all his assumed responsibilities flood back. In fact, rather than give in to the Wood (Smokoe Joe might have helped him!) he would rather walk home in the dark, semi-naked, and pester what turns out to be a disloyal friend. 

The second part of the story - more an extended coda - begins proper after Sergeant Bunting admits his failure to master the wild: he is never to return to the Chase alone again! From this point on, the 'enemy' (the chasing adults) have given up: the boys are free. 

They have earned their keys to the kingdom though. Consider, for example, how the multiple references to owls change through the book. Young readers may associate the bird with wisdom but its symbolic importance in Brendon Chase draws deeper on folklore. Early in the narrative owls are described as the dark spirits of the wicked, long haunting the woods to bemoan their sinful earlier lives. This passage gives space for the boys' initial wariness of the Chase to speak, yet the boys go on to choose the oak tree as their home, strongly suspecting that it is or was home to a nest of owls. They seem to know implicitly that they must conquer their fear of the unknown by couching themselves within it.  

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits.


Months after their arrival, the boys use a double owl-hoot as a signal to each other, by which point in the story they seem to have become far more accepting of (and accepted into) the wild world of the forest, with their rabbit skin clothing and deer-hide moccasins. Perhaps living in an ancient nesting place for so long has somehow raised them as 'owls'. We should remember that Smokoe Joe keeps one as a pet named Ben - he says he found it as an owlet in an old oak  - and at the point that Robin first visits the old man, it has become a fully-grown bird. Even after Joe has fallen asleep, the owl continues to stare at Robin and Robin stares back, both wondering at the other's 'quaintness'. When Smokoe is seriously injured, both Big John and Ben are anxious and watch over his wounded body when the doctor calls. Even when the doctor tries to shoo the owl away, it retires to a corner and continues to watch, just as Big John (knowing that he runs the serious risk of being caught) does not run off but remains loyal.


Animals often form a particular significance in children's literature and in Brendon Chase there are plenty of examples, more eloquent than any words could be, in addition to the owls: Smokoe's lost-then-found-in-the-wood dog; Robin's rite of passage to hunt down his first deer; the purple emperor that will not appear to just anyone; and the boys transformation into 'semi-animals' by donning the skins of rabbits. Shakespeare's Dream is strongly evoked when Puck's transformation of Bottom into a man with an ass's head is echoed in the mention of Bunting simulating a walrus as he floats in the pool - he is so very nearly  'transformed' by the Wood, but sadly it is not to be and like the weaver he returns to his old life unchanged. What might have been is surreptitiously pointed out only a few pages later when the boys swimming about are likened to much-more-at-home otters.


In the final hundred or so pages of the book, we are left to observe the boys' ultimate immersion into the world of the Wood. Shakespeare's 'lunatic, lover and poet' come to the fore now: we share in Harold's growing happiness at the potential of becoming a full-time wild child, we witness Big John's bittersweet internal tug-o-war between his beloved but distanced Angela and the joy and freedom of the wood, and we are afforded Robin's almost mystic glimpses of the natural way of things,

It is in this last portion of the book that Smokoe Joe's relevance is truly revealed. Early on, he is mentioned (though not seen) as a long-term denizen of the woods, a dark enigma described with a trace of fear. Then when Robin, in what becomes a life-long memory, plucks up the courage to find his dwelling place, braving whatever outcome there may be, the real Chase is over. The boys have finally found their quarry, the true object of their  searching.

And what a sight he is. The bulbous, 'elephantine' nose may be the most visually striking characteristic of the man, though one should not dismiss the smoking kilns which add perhaps a mildly infernal aspect to his appearance. Although he may lack the elegance and grace of Oberon, he is still a distant relative of the Faery King: steeped in forest-lore, wise beyond wise, loving, fierce, terrifying. 

It is from Smokoe that the boys learn most deeply. He takes them in, almost adopting them in the colder evenings, the father they always wanted but never had. He teaches Robin to smoke a pipe (in the boy's eyes, a sign of manhood), and helps out by teaching them all how to skin and animal and cure its hide. For Big John, the curing of the badger pelt as offering to his 'gal', Angela, is more important than anything; just as with Robin, Smokoe offers him a moment of grown-up solidarity. And what of Little John? Well, at this point he may be too young to 'grow up' but Smokoe continues to give him what he loves: feasts of bountiful and delicious food, all from the Wood's larder. The Christmas dinner in particular is quite extraordinary: a spread of five-star gourmet foraging! 

Although Smokoe/the Wood seems constant and unbending, he/it undergoes transformation too. Just as the seasons come and go in eternal cycles (and towards the end of the book the frozen New Year is about to thaw into the next moment of natural change), the boys - the next generation - show that they have been ready and willing to listen to the ancient laws of the Chase. In doing so, they are to learn the story in their turn. Smokoe's crafting and gifting of the walnut-wood fox, for ever present in the boys' futures, is a beautiful way to represent the ultimate moment of transfiguration: the Wood is ready to pass, to shift to its next chapter.


But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy’s images
And grows to something of great constancy,
But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
Smokoe's greatest lesson and his greatest gift - forming the most eerie and portentous moment in the book - is the ghostly tale of the old trees of the Chase and the arrogant squire who refused to listen to them. Here the real truth is revealed: what will it take to ensure humans live in harmony with the Wild? 


The bittersweet peroration of the book - almost a death in itself to the reader who has invested so much in this world - points only to possibilities; yet the conclusion also reaches towards Hope, a rebirth of a kind. There are no definite answers to be found, only life-long searching - a life-long chase perhaps. But by this point, the sympathetic reader will fully understand, of course. 

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Clocks and Colleges

 A Cambridge walking-tour of Ann-Marie Howell's 'The House of One Hundred Clocks'

The 'real-life' inspiration for
The House of One Hundred Clocks!
Ann-Marie Howell's first novel 'The Garden of Lost Secrets' met with critical acclaim when published in 2019 and now, only a few months later, we are gifted the wonderful second novel, 'The House of One Hundred Clocks'. 
Mixing modern sensibilities with the classic feel of the works of Philippa Pearce and Helen Cresswell in particular, Ann-Marie's tales immediately draw you into their closed-off worlds. Her first novel, in fact was was walled-off with only a few scenes stepping out of the intense gardens and hothouses; in 'One Hundred Clocks', the oppressive atmosphere of a house haunted by the past and the terrible secrets of its owner, Mr Westcott, helps to create an enthralling story that grips to its very end. 
Ann-Marie is clearly an author who loves to take a germ of an idea and twist it almost endlessly, layering mystery upon mystery, to present the reader with what at first seems completely baffling but which eventually unravels towards satisfying revelations.
In 'One Hundred Clocks', the 'outside' world of Cambridge in 1905 is quietly but deliberately observed: along with the ever bustling tick-tock of students, the streets begin to chime the hour for women's rights too. 
Although there is sadly no 'Clock-House' quite like Mr Westcott's to visit in Cambridge today (once you've read the novel, you would desperately want to see what it looked like inside!), Ann-Marie has taken inspiration from the narrow streets and glorious buildings of the city. I hope that this walking guide will hopefully introduce you to some of the secrets of the city and enrich your reading experience of the novel. 

Please note that the tour includes busy roads. Cars, buses and bikes (!) get very close to pavements in Cambridge, so do take extra care. 

The Map

All the best books begin with a map and this is no exception. The lovely picture-plan of Cambridge drawn by Saara Katariina Soderlund shows the city centre in 1905. All of the places on the map - even if slightly fictionalised, like Mr Fox's establishment - are easily found in the city today.
Map illustration © Saara Katariina Soderlund; used by permission of Usborne Books

Peterhouse College

Peterhouse College (from Trumpington Street)
We start the tour at Peterhouse, on Trumpington Street. Peterhouse is the oldest college in the University of Cambridge; it dates back to 1285 so that makes it nearly 750 years old! Today the college, like all the others which make up part of the University, is home to lots of students and 'Fellows' - the men and women who study and teach. In 1905, the University of Cambridge had two colleges which allowed women: Girton and Newnham. Peterhouse began to admit women from 1984 and in 2016 the college elected their first female Master (Head of the College), Bridget Kendall. According to Ann-Marie Howell, the Master's Lodge (pictured at the start of the blog) was the inspiration for Mr Westcott's house itself.

Silver Street Bridge

Silver Street Bridge plus punts
With the Peterhouse main gate behind you, facing the Master's Lodge opposite, turn left and walk along the street into the town. Soon you will come to the corner of Silver Street on your left. If you follow this road down a little way you will come to the Silver Street Bridge, the site of Chapter 19, where you can stand and watch the punts floating up and down the river Cam. This bridge would not have looked like this in Helena's day: it would have been the iron bridge that was built there in 1843. The current stone bridge was designed by the famous architect, Sir Edmund Lutyens, and replaced the old one in 1958. 

Walk back the way you came, up to Trumpington Street again, and continue left. You might see the magnificent spires of King's College ahead of you...but don't rush ahead just yet! On your right, just as you enter King's Parade, there is a peculiar and rather special clock to see - not in Ann-Marie's book, but Helena's father would have loved it: this is...


The Cambridge Chronophage

The Chronophage
The Chronophage (a.k.a. the 'Grasshopper Clock', or 'Time-Eater') works by a mechanism invented by John Harrison (the great clockmaker mentioned in 'One Hundred Clocks') called a grasshopper escapement. If you spend some time watching the clock you will see the creature on top pull and push the mechanisms and open and shut its jaws, as though eating the seconds that pass. Occasionally it will blink - watch closely! - and on the hour a special mini-light show occurs. Can you see how the lights on the clock face tell the time? This clock is quite incredible - it needs no winding, is operated by a simple electrical motor...and it is estimated that it will run for 200 years!  


King's College

King's College (with the Chapel behind the gate)
Kings College is the next place to stop. Look at all the grand spires and architecture! This is probably Cambridge's most iconic building. The College was founded in 1441 by Henry VI but the famous chapel (where you can hear one of the world's finest choirs sing services almost daily) was not completed until the reign of Henry VIII. Many famous people have been associated with the College, including the famous ghost story writer M.R. James, who held his first spooky storytelling session here in his rooms in the 1890s. James would have been resident at Kings during the time of Ann-Marie's novel and indeed had only just published his first collection, 'Ghost Stories of an Antiquary' (1904).  I wonder if any of the characters in Ann-Marie's novel bumped into him on his way to a reading of one of his ghostly tales..!  

Continue past the College with the Chapel on your left and head past Senate House and Gonville and Caius College straight on into Trinity Street. Walk a little way further and you will see Rose Crescent on your right. 


Rose Crescent

As you head up Rose Crescent, you will notice the unusual curved walls. The street is dark and confined and Ann-Marie's selection of this, one of Cambridge's dark, tucked-away streets, was the perfect choice to become the site of the rather mysterious shop belonging to the clock-master Mr Fox. There is no such building  here today, unfortunately, but Mappin and Webb just on the around the corner of Rose Crescent on Market Street does sell watches!

Walk through the Crescent to the other end. 

Market Square

The Clock at Market Square
As you emerge from Rose Crescent, you will find yourself in the busy Market Square. Here there are lots of different stalls selling everything from old records and books, to delicious curries, cakes and breads. There has been a market here since the middle ages and has always been a busy place. It used to be the site of the public punishments and the jail. It's easy to get lost among all the stalls but look up at the big building that towers over the square and you will see another famous Cambridge clock at the top of the Town Hall. In 'The House of 100 Clocks', Mr Westcott owns many well-decorated timepieces and mention is made of some with symbolic paintings of the moon and sun on the faces.  If you look closely at the clock above the Market Square, there are two birds (but not parrots!) carved on either side of the clock-face: a cockerel and an owl. Why have these two particular birds settled there, do you think..? 

Cross to the other side of the Market from Rose Crescent, towards the Town Hall clock, and turn left into Petty Cury.
At the end of Petty Cury, turn right and follow the road round past the taxi bay and the main gate of Christ's College. If you walk up this road for about five to ten minutes you will soon see...

The University Arms Hotel, Regent Street

The University Arms Hotel
This grand building with its great columns and elaborate architecture is certainly impressive. In 1905, it may have been the place where Katherine Westcott resided (so as to get away from the noise of the ticking clocks in her brother's house) but over 100 years later, Time Magazine still named it one of the 'Top 100 places to visit in the world' in 2019.  The hotel was redesigned in 2018 and the interior is a modern recreation of the Edwardian style with which Mr Westcott's sister would have been familiar: Katherine certainly knew luxury when she saw it! 
The Hotel, from Parker's Piece

 The hotel has always been at the cutting-edge: it was one of the very first hotels to have electricity and lavatories on every floor. In 1904, just before 'The House of 100 Clocks' takes place, the owner of the hotel turned the stable block into a garage: times were changing then and the motorcar was becoming the more fashionable way to get around rather than the horse and carriage. (You can see drawings of early motorcars on the map from 'One Hundred Clocks'.) I wonder how Katherine made her way to Cambridge: by horse or by car? 

If you continue a little way on, past the Hotel, you will see a large grassy park open out on the left, just behind the Pizza Hut on the corner!  This is...


Parker's Piece 

Barr Ellisons
The site of a banquet in 1838 for 15,000 people to celebrate the coronation of Queen Victoria (Ralph Fox mentions in Chapter 29 how his grandfather remembered being present), and - perhaps even more famously - the place where the 'Cambridge Rules' of the game of football were originally decided,  Parker's Piece is today a place for picnics, walks and playing sports and games.

On the far side of Parker's Piece, where there are now a series of bus-bays, you will notice a long terrace of tall town houses. This is where Harriet, Florence and Ralph pay a visit to Marchington and Sons, Mr Westcott's lawyers, and indeed there is a law firm here today - Barr Ellisons - the name of which echoes very faintly the sound of the company in 'One Hundred Clocks'. 

I won't include any spoilers in this tour, but if you continue up the road where you found Ellisons, away from the town, past the Fire Station and onto Mill Road, you will soon come to...



..which is a building that holds special importance to a few of the characters at the end of 'The House of One Hundred Clocks'. 

This site ends our tour of some of the main locations in Ann-Marie's wonderful novel, but I would very much recommend that you go back into town now and just a little further along from Rose Crescent, in Trinity Street, you will find Heffers bookshop - my favourite bookshop of all! - and perhaps pick up one of the following exciting books, which you are sure to love if you enjoyed Ann-Marie's novel. Happy reading!


Moondial (Helen Cresswell): Mysterious goings-on, centering around a peculiar kind of clock in the gardens of a stately home.

Clockwork (Philip Pullman): Good stories work like oiled clockwork, says Pullman: find out what happens when a story-mechanism is set off in this Faustian tale of clocks and devils! 

Tom's Midnight Garden (Philippa Pearce): the classic time-slip story where a clock strikes thirteen and Tom opens the back door into another world... 

The House with a Clock in the Walls (John Bellairs): the creepy - but fun! - adventure story of a cursed house and a  demonic time-piece that causes problems for the hero, Lewis Barnavelt.

And not forgetting, of course...

The Garden of Lost Secrets (Ann-Marie Howell) - more mysteries in this, Ann-Marie's first novel, inspired by the real-life unearthing of a kitchen diary at Ickworth House. 


Huge thanks to Fritha Linqvist, Usborne Books and Ann-Marie Howell herself in the preparation of this blog.

Friday, February 7, 2020

A FEW I'VE READ

I'm so pleased to welcome you to my blog, 'A Few to Read'.

Every time I read, I want to talk about it. I've been meaning to set up a blog for ages, so that I can put in words what I think and feel about my reading.

Much of the time, it will be a way for me to find some sort of shape for those thoughts, and if at times those thoughts are shapeless or rambling, then I apologise. But reading is a mysterious and strange and wonderful thing, and I quite like the fact that my thoughts - maybe yours too - are disconnected or not always anchored in plain sense.

As one_to_read on Twitter and as a primary school teacher in 'real life', I love sharing and remembering the books that can become somewhat eclipsed by the torrent of extraordinarily good children's literature being published at the moment. Books particularly loved as a child, for many of us, hold special significance, but for me I think that children's literature of the 70s, 80s and 90s was doing something very interesting, too. It's these sorts of books that will crop up lot in my blog.

New books that come out will appear too - they're too good to miss discussing and occasionally establish or hint at dialogues with those earlier books.

I hope you enjoy the blog and amongst all the books discussed, find 'A Few to Read' yourself.

Ben




Thursday, February 6, 2020

The 'Orion Lost' Baker's Dozen

Book cover: Orion Lost
Orion Lost by Alastair Chisholm has to be one of the most fast - paced and vivid SF novels for children that I have ever read. I've just finished reading it to my class of Year 6 and it was, without a doubt, hugely popular with them too. 

I've written a set of 'Reading Group'-style questions here. [SPOILER alert: don't read them if you haven't read the book yet!]. I hope they will prove useful to promote the great discussion and thinking that this book completely deserves. 

Just start by saying 'Tell me...'

The Questions 

1.  You are master of your own ship.

Beth remembers these words over and over again in the story. Why is the phrase so important to Beth and to the story as a whole?  

2.  Who are the 'goodies' and who are the 'baddies' in Orion Lost?Did any of the characters seem to change in the story? Which ones? How did they change? 

Ship
Beth
Vihaan
Arnold
Lauryn (Limit)
Lucille
Mikkel
Captain Kier
Captain Murdoch

3.  Is what happens to Kier an appropriate outcome after his crimes? What do you think happens to him next? 

4.  Think about the Videshi: how did you feel about the Videshi at the start of the book? What about at the end? When did your feelings change in the course of the story, if at all?

5. Many chapters end with an exciting cliffhanger. Which was your favourite one and why? 

6. The five children each bring their own strengths together to triumph over Kier and Murdoch. What is each child's crucial skill? Was any skill not needed? 

7. How would the book have been different had Captain Joshi and Lieutenant McKay not been in Sleep after the Event? How does having children in charge of the ship change the feel of the story?

8.  Ship doesn't really 'think'; it 'follows protocols'. How does following the rules without thinking protect the crew? How does following the rules without thinking also cause trouble in the book? 

9.  What lasting friendships do you think emerge after the children's adventures? Do you think Beth and Vihaan become friends or is their relationship - although positive in the end -  different in some way to friendship?

10.  What other books, films, music or games do you know which remind you of Orion Lost? What connections did you make?

11. Look at the fantastic front cover by Dan Mumford. Which are the children in the picture do you think? Why did the artist choose these children to draw? Where are they? What are they looking at? What would you draw if you could design a cover for the book?

12. Go back to the Prologue and read it through again. How does it prepare us for the story? What clues does it have with what happens later in the book? 

The 'Baker's Dozen'th question (and most important one of all!): 

13. What questions do you have, now the book is finished? Find a friend who has read the book too and talk about it with them.

Friday, January 31, 2020

Jan's Version

The One That Got Away: Thirty Stories from Thirty Years
by Jan Mark
(available at https://janmark.net/new-book-the-one-that-got-away-thirty-stories-from-thirty-years/)


Finishing the last story in the book containing thirty of Jan Mark's short stories - thus ending this year's #JanMARKuary - has left me a different person. The experience of spending every day listening to Mark's voice, always unmistakeable, brisk, honest and bracing, in a variety of guises,  was one that sticks: it's difficult to express quite the precise levels of joy and excitement that these stories have brought me in this, the dingiest month of the year.

#JanMARKuary was set up last year as a personal attempt to get to know a bit more of Jan Mark's work. I read the short story, 'Nothing to be Afraid of', when small and its atmosphere was the thing that made me go back to the stories in the eponymous collection. I read each story during January last year, tweeted a bit about it, then left JM for another year.

In the meantime, Jon Appleton self-published a bumper collection of thirty of her short stories, arranged in alphabetical order by title. (The arrangement is a brilliant success: ordered, clearly, but also 'random' in that no two stories sit side by side by deliberate editorial decision.) Reading one story a day from the second of January and tweeting a general question, so that everyone reading any of JM's books could join in and share the fun, became the ritual. Many of us were reading the short stories volume and the responses, though various, were all drawn together by one large patch of common ground: that JM was an author we all hugely respected and loved. For some this had already been a long-standing attitude, for others it was brand new; for me, it was a wonderful surprise. Surprising, because I realised time is needed to fully appreciate JM's genius. These are stories to be lived with and lived through: there is no short-cutting, and the riches with which Jan rewards her patient readers are, I can now honestly say, life-changing.

Time, though, is something that JM does not waste; you can read one of the majority of these stories in about ten to fifteen minutes. At the same time, neither are words wasted nor indulged, so it's inadvisable to be tempted to rush on to the next. Everything is so sharp, crystal clear, direct: even on a first reading, I found myself feeling that I had just read something utterly perfect. But this perfection never becomes 'clever' (a fairly extensive flurry of tweets around this word, halfway through the month!) nor samey. She never repeats herself: each story a kind of sorbet, intensely and characteristically flavoured -  no need for repetition or expansion, nor any necessity to demonstrate the perfection in the same way again. Each day, I was refreshed by the day's tale, then life would bring me its next course. I could still sense that clarity revealed to me by that bit of JM's wisdom as I went about things: I began to notice more, most strongly the absolutely bang-on ear that she had for speech patterns. The way children speak and the things they say is very close to JM's writing, not just in the dialogue itself, but in the non-sequiturs and elliptical nature of her prose. Sometimes, it's not quite clear - no, that's the wrong word...Sometimes it's not quite usual in the way the story is told, yet everything makes perfect sense when you tune in: JM's stories have their own internal and true logic.

Each tale is a 'version' then of stuff many of us adults know well: disputes, obsessions, family ups-and-downs; but also the things that children know well too: teachers, rituals, stories. Every time you think you've read a story like this before, you are thrown, the carpet pulled very delicately but also very deliberately from under your feet. Many of us #JanMARKuarians delighted in the off-kilter final lines which often make you want to go straight back to the start and read all over again, just for the fun of it!

In this way, Jan is William, the little boy in the very last story of the collection, who will NOT let his gran tell the story of the three little pigs yet again in her boring, 'usual' way. He needs the everyday to be seen through his eyes, owned by him. This is what JM does, every time. Even when you've 'grown cunning' like gran and seem to think you're on to what she is doing, Jan reveals that the story she was telling was actually inspired by her Practical Guide to First Aid or something - at least on the surface - equally  unrelated.

This, of course, is Jan's genius: Jan's Version.