Halloween thoughts - by Rowena House

A post about different approaches to non-fiction as art gave me a fresh perspective about my seventeenth-century witch trial work-in-progress this month, and how unknowable historical facts blended with memoir in a type of speculative writing that is both fiction and something else.

The article was by Sean Glatch, an American educator and writer whom I’ve quoted here before. I’ve put the link at the end because it’s rather long.

In it he says, ‘Speculative nonfiction describes nonfiction that heavily incorporates speculative elements ... It’s kind of like educated guessing. The writer uses what they know to guess at what they don’t, using invention, wondering, and speculation to uncover deeper truths.’

Drop the ‘non’ before ‘fiction’ in this quote and that’s what I’ve been doing for the past six years or so, uncovering what I think is a deeper truth within a witch trial pamphlet: that is, it takes serious critical thinking to reject the orthodoxy of one’s times, so I shouldn’t be too quick to judge the pamphleteer who inspired my protagonist.

This echoes the last post by Mr. Glatch which I quoted here in August about the generated idea within a story: something inspires you to write it, but then you discover something else.

For me, the something else was how good our brains are at forming and holding onto irrational beliefs. When those beliefs are backed by the force of religion, political orthodoxy, and social norms, it takes courage and a lot critical thinking to reject them. 

 

I tested this hypothesis against my own past experience as an economics journalist working within powerful media and governmental organisations. For example: orthodox western economics insists that growth is a social good – the ‘right’ way for people and countries to escape poverty – regardless of the fact that it also exhausts irreplaceable natural resources like forests or fossil fuels, doing irreparable harm to the physical world on which we as a species depend for our survival.

Rational? I think not. Point that out, though, and you’re some kind of eco-freak.

Point out that a ‘witch’s’ cat or dog isn’t a demon conduit for the devil’s power and you’re also out of a job, right?

There is no way of knowing if the real pamphleteer on whom I based my character sincerely believed in witchcraft, nor if the trial judges did, or the jury that heard the cases, or the original pamphlet’s readers, or the poor souls who went to the gallows for impossible crimes.

But as Halloween approaches and witchy things are a bit of fun – or grounds for a feminist retelling of a shameful period in our history, one that tragically echoes in too many parts of the world today – I do hope people will also think about superstition rationally, and false beliefs in general.



Link to 'Making Art from Life' by Sean Glatch

https://writers.com/feature/making-art-from-life?ck_subscriber_id=1593143874&utm_source=convertkit&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Making+Art+from+Life+-+23709393&fbclid=IwY2xjawVEcdxleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR7KEhVZyeKeDniR0rX7EJ-wE_QBgxeaeCUIKDzX0ppOQ2FzGLGk3EHMZEql_Q_aem_rQ3HiCb3M1lzpbabFWDdKw

Rethinking the old hag - by Lu Hersey

 I've been on holiday in Cornwall this week and completely forgot to write today's blog post. So this is a hasty update on one I wrote a couple of years ago, very suitable for the upcoming Halloween, or season of the witch...

When you think of the word 'hag', what image does it conjure in your mind? The wicked, nightmare crone of fairy tales, probably. But in reality, throughout most of history, by my age I'd be classified as a hag. It's a word defined by most dictionaries as 'an ugly, old and unpleasant woman'. Only a reasonably supportive bra and good modern dentistry saves me (and even then, I probably fit the bill). 

During the notorious witch trials, a high proportion of the women strangled and burnt at the stake as witches were simply old, post-menopausal women. Toothless and wrinkly, no longer of any interest to men, unable to easily support themselves financially, and often with only a cat for company. Ostracised by society, they were more likely to voice their opinions freely (the modern version would be giving fewer fucks). Frankly, I fit at least two of those categories. I'd have been strangled and burnt, for sure.

Even today, old women garner very little respect in society. No matter what knowledge or wisdom they've gained from being around for so long, once they don't look great, they're largely ignored. It's still OK to treat them with contempt. I recently read former gynaecologist Adam Kay's autobiography, This is Going to Hurt - in which he devotes at least half a chapter to his intense dislike of doing operations on older women, in detail. No sensitivity reader needed, apparently. Old women, like people with ginger hair, are still fair game for society's derision and snide remarks.

Of course old men don't look great either, but far fewer were burnt as witches simply because they were cantankerous, old and ugly. No one derides them for having age related prostate problems or wrinkly old bollocks. And they can still garner respect for some reason, however nasty they might be. Look at Rupert Murdoch (to name but one...)

Anyway, to get to the point - isn't it time we change society's attitude to old women? We need to portray a society where old women aren't all blood-thirsty, embittered old hags who want to cook children and render their fat down to make mysterious potions. (Although I wouldn't want to entirely exclude this kind of activity - after all, it is coming up to halloween.) But we need positive portrayals in children's stories, alongside the evil hag. Include old women simply as people who've been around a long time and have seen a great deal - who might even be able to tell you something life changing. A nugget of invaluable information that transforms your future. Whatever. I try to include at least one in every book I write.

And that's the end of my rant for today. Now pass my broomstick, I'm going out.

PS I write a substack called An Old Hag's Snippets of Folklore, Myth and Magic - in case you're interested. And I have a Patreon account called Writing the Magic on a similar theme. I like to repeat myself :)

One more time? By Steve Way

 

Hi. I hope you don’t mind indulging me one more time. I’m wondering if this is becoming an addiction…

 

A few more signs…
BORDEAUX   Where water doesn’t have enough to occupy itself.	SEVILLE   Train station twined with Paddington.
BERLIN   Visit the naturist commune managed by Lyn.	BERLIN   Come a see the bears queuing up for breakfast at the city zoo.
PATAGONIA   (Gonias also like being stroked.)	You’ve been to RIYADH Why not visit WRHYTHNG
HAMSTERDAM   Where hamsters go to chill out….	HAMSTERDAM   Holding back the hamster invasion…
And some more limericks…
There was a girl from New York, Completely addicted to pork, She gave her doctors a fright, By eating it day and night, So they set about stealing her fork.	There once was a lady called Lynne, Who ran a bar in Dublin, She went out of business I fear, For she refused to serve beer, Citing drinking a sin.
Larry the Number 10 cat, Is ‘mouser’ to PMs short, tall or fat, One didn’t like pets, And refused him the vets, So Larry just pooed in his hat.	Larry the ‘mouser’, Ran up the PMs trouser, Negotiation stopped it seemed, As the PM loudly screamed, (Though the Commons was none the wiser.)
A Welshman visited France, And found himself in a dance, The ‘Moulin’ girls were amused, The audience looked on bemused, While he whirled around in a trance.	A Scotsman by the name of Harris, Decided once to visit Paris, For a very silly bet, He ate ten tons of Crêpes Suzette, And thereby did himself embarrass.
A silly man from Amsterdam, Invented a potato jam! On toast it tasted rank and vile, Making people run a mile! But… it was quite nice with ham!?!
Then some road signs…
ZIMBABWE WAY	GOA WAY
CHESTER-LE-STREET STREET	LONG AND WINDING AVENUE Leading to ROCKY CLOSE
LOVER’S LANE Leading to CALL-IT-OFF-CLOSE	HELL >   Please follow the diversions while we repair the Good Intentions Causeway (we’ve been meaning to get round to it for ages.)
Registry Office >   < Solicitors Office	LOIS LANE
DIVERSION      à	ART GALLERY
Finally, you can’t blame a lad for dreaming…
STEVE WAY WAY

 

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In the ‘Real Story’ series, we find out that our heroine should really be referred to as ‘The Princess who does PE’. Also how Goldie Lock gets on in the Bear’s house as she’s being trained to be a reluctant thief by her parents. We also discover what happens when the Dumpty family roll into town as part of the food circus and how the plan of The Three ‘Blind’ Mice to play a trick on the farmer’s wife nearly goes wrong. Little Billy Goat Gruff tricks his friends into believing that an ogre is guarding the gate leading to the delicious green field, so they need to hide while he deals with the situation… and then discovers the awful truth… Finally, The Grand Old Duke of York needs help from the impending invasions by The Grand Young Duke of Oldham and The Grand Middle-Aged Duke of Newcastle. His soppy men will be no use after marching up and down hills… he needs the support of some hardened fishermen from Scarborough, who recommend knitting as a form of defence…

Gruffalo Granny, written by Julia Donaldson, illustrated by Axel Scheffler, reviewed by Pippa Goodhart

 

I'm a Granny, and I was given this for my birthday by a small grandchild. Could this one possibly be up to Gruffalo standard of brilliance, I wondered? I opened it with some trepidation, and started to read it to two year old Finlay. The rhyming text of course rollicks along beautifully, and the story, more complex than The Gruffalo and The Gruffalo's Child, kept Finlay captivated throughout. 'Read it again', was his response!

In proper Gruffalo style, this is another story based on a tale of clever trickery,. This time its  Scheherazade's trick of keeping her would-be killer at bay by telling, but not completing, stories each night. Gruffalo and daughter have caught Mouse, intending to cook Mouse Stew for Granny. Can Mouse keep delaying them with stories long enough to survive? I think you can guess the answer to that! But there's a funny and satisfying twist when they serve-up Vegetable rather than Mouse Soup for Granny Gruffalo. And then there is a bonus twist that delightfully suggests that maybe Julia Donaldson herself is Gruffalo Granny!

A book to engage and excite young fans of all the Donaldson/Scheffler picture books, but this would be a tricky introductory book to those delights. It assumes recognition and knowledge of the Snail and the Whale, Monkey Puzzle, and Room on the Broom stories which get partially told here but not completed. So, a fun game of other story spotting for aficionados, but confusing for those not in the know.

Lucky me, I got to sit close to Julia Donaldson and hear her read this story to a large marquee full of excited fans, and I can report that the queue for buying and having the book signed was huge. It's a winner!  

WRITING FOLKLORE: Mermaids

 Mermaids can still make a splash in children's literature.

Being brought up in a seaside town meant I often stood on the beach, looking beyond the waves and imagining another world beneath the sea.

It wasn't hard to feel there must be a secret world of shell-studded caves and watery underwater castles. Mermaids fitted right into those daydreams. A beautiful creature with a shimmering tail may have been looking right back at me or peeping shyly from a colourful rock pool.

So seeing the attraction in children's books was an easy step. Mermaids are magical beings - part human, part otherworldly.

Hans Christian Anderson's The Little Mermaid was a favourite childhood book.

This mermaid longs so much for the human world that she gives up her voice to enter it. It's a darker story than the Disney version and involves sacrifice and a spiritual ending.

Jan Brett's The Mermaid is a familiar fairy tale with an underwater twist. 

It's a kind take on Goldilocks and the Three Bears, with the mermaid, Kiniro, exploring a house belonging to three octopuses. It's a playful, mischievous mermaid this time. A very different character.

For younger readers there's KG Campbell's The Mermaid and the Shoe.  

Minnow feels less worthy than her sisters, but when she finds an odd object - a shoe - her curiosity takes her off on an adventure.

I think for ages 9-12 mermaid stories work particularly well. They can have a little danger swimming beneath to add to the excitement. 

An elusive figure glimpsed beyond the waves can create a delicious shiver. Maybe not a good idea to follow that beautiful singing into the ocean, though.

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Members' News October

 Clocks go back this month so we have an extra hour of reading time.

It's a quiet month on the news round-up. 

Congratulations this month to award-winning children's author Linda Newbery, whose new novel for adults, The Hide, will be released on October 22nd from Writers Review Publishing. 

Alys knows the dangers of obsession, having suffered the loss of a talented but disturbed friend in her student days. Her new post as head of art and move to rural Warwickshire offer a fresh start, but the reappearance of Fraser, from her college days, triggers fear that their shared guilt will blight the present. Meanwhile her daughter Rowan, 19, is increasingly involved in animal activism, often overwhelmed by the scale of suffering and by public indifference. How can either of them, mother or daughter, find fulfilment?

Publishers link

Amazon

Waterstones

https://www.lindanewbery.co.uk/

If you have any news you'd like publicised in November - new books, events, anything at all - send the details to Claire Fayers.

Out of Date by Paul May

It is incredible how fast children's books can become dated, especially if they're realistic fiction with a contemporary setting. 25 years ago I wrote a short football novel that referenced Michael Owen and held up Brazil as the team that exemplified a style of football that's now more associated with Spain. I wrote my first books when mobile phones were a novelty and there was still a phone tethered in the hallway in most houses. I always did my best to avoid writing dialogue in imitation of contemporary slang because I knew how that would seem out of date by the time the book was published, but I had no idea how fast the world would change. I see now why children's writers love fantasy and historical fiction.

An adult reader will pick up a John Le Carré novel and they'll recognize a past they've lived through. They won't be puzzled by characters having to visit a library or an archive to find information that today is available in a couple of clicks; they'll understand that, in a crisis, the hero can't just whip out a phone and call for help - they'll have to find a phone box, they'll need money . . . Jason Reynolds said in his film Dear Dreamer that he thought if his books were still being read forty years from now, 'I've failed.'

'Forty years from now we ain't figured out new books yet? Language is living, it's growing, it's changing, it's evolving . . . Books have to do the exact same thing in order for me to see eye to eye with the young people.'

Jason Reynolds isn't worried about his books dating because he wants young people to be reading new books all the time. Well, he probably doesn't want them reading the new stuff ALL the time, but it does mean he doesn't have to worry about being out of date. And there might come a time, but who knows when that will be, when 'out-of-date' turns into 'vintage' and then into 'classic'. And sometimes, even in realistic contemporary fiction, writers manage to nail something universal in their characters, or something so appealing in their stories, that their books never go out of print, no matter how dated they seem. I'm thinking of Noel Streatfeild or Arthur Ransome for example.

Maybe it'a a bit like the way you don't worry too much about a word you don't know if the plot's propelling you forward or you're desperately involved with the fortunes of a favourite character. Then you won't stop to worry about why they haven't made that phone call or sent that message.

Jason Reynolds has a point though. Everything these days is so instant and young people are tuned in to a constantly changing stream of information. Books are so slow. They're out of date before you've even finished writing them. It can take years to get from the first idea to the published book, and the potential readers of your book might not even be born when you have that first idea.