I recently dived into some children's fiction that I've had on my shelves for ages. For whatever reason, I haven't done a lot of reading in that area in the past few months, but suddenly the urge seemed to hit me and in rapid succession I read several of the books from my shelves. I originally thought I'd mention all of them briefly, because I know some of you are or might in the future be fans of the authors, but it seems I have so much to say about the first two that they make a post by themselves.
I've been doing quite a bit of reading of MABEL ESTHER ALLAN's books in the past few years, and I can't even quite recall whether she first came to my attention because of Greyladies publishing some of her previously unpublished adult fiction, or whether it was because of Girls Gone By publishing some of her children's books. Whichever it was, my interest was quickly piqued and I quickly read all the books both publishers had reprinted and still wanted more, which led to me tracking down this lovely copy of Changes for the Challoners (1955), one of her fairly early family stories that Girls Gone By haven't got round to yet. (They can be readily excused, since Allan wrote over 200 books in all, and they have continued publishing more of her work in the past year or two—see here—but at this rate it will take them a good long time still.)
It could just be my perverse love for the most obscure books over those that are readily available, but I have to say that as much as I've enjoyed other of Allan's books, Changes might well be my favorite so far. And I actually don't think it can be entirely perversity, since even the merest outline of the plot—young girl moves to fictional city of Francaster, lives in old house backing onto abandoned shop in the city's medieval high street, makes friends with young aspiring archaeologist, and goes in search of lost Roman ruins—would fairly obviously (at least to anyone who read my post about our trip to England and Scotland last year) be quite enough to make me salivate.
Sure, it's all a bit of a wish-fulfillment fantasy. Charming, outgoing Perry goes out exploring on her first evening in Francaster and promptly rescues Charles from the storehouse he's got himself locked in while looking for evidence of Roman columns. They become fast friends, he shows her around town, and they rescue Laura, who has fallen into the river while boating with her cousin Gareth, and now they're a solid foursome. Record time for establishing a circle of friends in a new locale!
So no, it's not always terribly realistic. But as someone who would love little more than to relocate to a town like Francaster, it's a marvelous fantasy indeed. I would even be excited about unearthing previously unknown evidence of the old Roman settlement, though admittedly I'd prefer to do it with little physical effort and without getting overly dirty. Or having to dig.
There's a further subplot about Perry's sister Greta, who is only a bit older but has reached that awkward age when she thinks she should only care about fashion and shopping and acting sophisticated. When their cousin Angeline, the same age as Greta, arrives, Perry decides to blackball Angeline from the adventures she has with her friends, in the hopes that Angeline will make friends with Greta and make her cheerful rather than elegantly melancholy. But of course, Angeline has other ideas.
Knowing Mabel Esther Allan a bit, I had a feeling that Francaster would have been based on a real city, so I poked around a bit, and indeed, a listing on the Peakirk Books website asserts that it was closely based on Chester. All the descriptions of walking on the city walls and in the narrow medieval streets had me picturing York while I read (which no doubt made the fantasy more vivid, since Andy and I had already decided, after our trip, that York is precisely the city we'd like to move to, preferably without having to rescue people from rivers in order to make friends), but I'm sure the folks at Peakirk Books know more than I do. Which means I need to add Chester to our list of places to visit on our next trip…
From Changes, I moved on to what I now realize is another wish-fulfillment fantasy for me. MONICA REDLICH's Five Farthings (1939) is about a young girl who moves with her family to London (oh, the horror!) in order for her father to get medical care (for some odd illness that is conveniently serious enough to keep him in hospital for several months—while young Vivien and the rest of the family familiarize themselves with London and learn independence and self-confidence—yet trivial enough to never affect his cheerful mood or inspire any real concern).
The children stumble across the perfect flat for the family, which—as if the book were written only to fulfill my fondest wishes—just happens to be a mere block or two from St. Paul's, in the heart of the City. The following exchange will surely give anyone who knows about London real estate today a slightly bitter chuckle:
'And it wouldn't be any dearer than Kensington, would it?' added Vivien.
'It might even be cheaper,' said Mrs Farthing. 'I've always heard that City rents are fairly low.'
Young Vivien decides to keep house for the family so that their mother can go out to work while their father is happily ailing in hospital. The keeping house part is not so much a part of my fantasies, but in her spare time Vivien allows me to live vicariously by stumbling across a lovely small (fictional) church, learning that it, like St. Paul's, was designed by Christopher Wren, and exploring the city to find more of Wren's churches and other historic buildings. For part of this process, she has the assistance of a kindly man she meets in one of the churches, who happens to work for a nearby publisher:
He took her to the old, old church of St Bartholomew's in Smithfield, to Gray's Inn and Staple Inn and Lincoln's Inn Fields, to the Roman Bath tucked away a few yards behind the Strand, and down to the Embankment Gardens to see the beautiful water-gate designed by Inigo Jones three hundred years ago.
Although the book itself is quite cheerful, this paragraph, and some of the other churches and building mentioned, led me to a melancholy wondering about the fates of said structures within a year or two of the book's publication. I had to poke around a bit, and at first glance was happy to see that all the structures seem to still exist, but on further reading I discovered that St Bartholomew's and Gray's Inn, at least, along with St Bride's Church, which Vivien visits elsewhere in the book, were all significantly damaged or outright gutted during the Blitz, though apparently the famous spire of St Bride's, second only to St Paul's, did survive. (I also learned, for what it's worth, that the "Roman Bath" near the Strand is apparently likely not a bath at all, but a cistern from the 1600s, but it still looks interesting and it did survive the Blitz. These are the interesting tidbits one can only get from reading fiction.)
But apart from this melancholy distraction, Vivien goes on to fulfill my fantasies by becoming further entangled with the publishing world. Having dabbled just a bit myself in publishing, I loved the part where she learns about jacket blurbs:
'Well,' he went on, 'a blurb is the bit about a novel or some other book which makes you convinced that you must read it immediately. You know—"This dramatic life of William the Conqueror is as thrilling as any detective story,'' or "The everyday disasters of matrimony are sketched in with a light and witty touch." That sort of thing.'
'Oh, are those blurbs? I've often thought how difficult they must be to write.'
'They are. They're ghastly. Sackville's a genius at it, but it nearly makes him sick every time.'
I can't say that writing blurbs makes me sick, exactly, though I have agonized a bit about some of them. On the other hand, I'm hardly a genius at it either.
Five Farthings makes a very charming, entertaining family story, and a very charming fantasy about London life just before the war. And believe it or not, at the time that I first acquired it, it was actually still available from Margin Notes Books. Then, it sat on my shelf for two years, and of course there's now no mention of it on their site. Dammit. But I happened across my copy second-hand, so there is hope!
I have to leave you with one passage of the novel that would likely be considerably revised if it appeared in a new novel today. It's about nothing more shocking than a game Vivien and her siblings play of calling dibs on each of the unusual urban dwellers they come across. But in the chapter called "Queer People," it is just slightly jarring to modern ears:
'I'll tell you what, Vivien—I 'm going to start a collection.'
John propped his elbows on the marble-topped table.
'Of queer people we meet—un-ordinary people. In fact it can be a competition, if you like. Yes, that's even better. We each get a mark for any one we meet who the other agrees isn't ordinary. We'd have Dinah in it too, of course. What do you think of that?'
Vivien was not quite sure. It was a good idea, in its way—but collecting queer people was her own special province, as an author looking for material. She did not much care to share so important a matter with two irreverent children.
However, John was busy elaborating his idea.
'We ought to start fair, so I won't bag that old woman,' he said magnanimously. 'We'll begin to-morrow. Let's say that the first person to claim a Queer, after two at least of us have been talking to him (to the Queer, I mean), gets a point if the other one agrees. Wouldn't that do?'
I can't possibly add anything to that.
"TIME TO GO BACK" by Ms Allan is in my library so you have inspired me to read this one for starters.A timeslip novel set in 1970 and the second world war.ReplyDelete
I enjoyed Time To Go Back too, and other readers here have noted that they enjoyed it too.Delete
At the time, of course, the word 'queer' implied 'strange' rather than gay, which also meant something other than what we hear today. Language changes, and very quickly. Reading old books, thinking about what we read and going to the dictionary to learn about words and meanings that we find strange/peculiar/funny/queer can make reading educational as well as fun. But it's absolutely vital that we don't judge unless we are totally sure!ReplyDelete
Definitely true. The evolution of language is a queer thing! :-)Delete
Coincidentally, I just gave Five Farthings to my nephew to read today! I hope he enjoys - I worry that things I liked will seem tame compared to Harry Potter.ReplyDelete
I am a big Mabel Esther Allan fan and own about 30 or so of her books. My favorites are Time to Go Back (set during the WWII blitz so you would like it), The Ballet Family and its sequel (I enjoy the hard working dancers but the most interesting character is the poor cousin taken in by this affluent family and how she adjusts to London and the arts world), and We Danced in Bloomsbury Square.
I forget, has K.M. Peyton made your list? Maybe the Flambards books should be on your TBR.
Oh, my TBR list is far too long already, but the Flambards books are definitely on there, and now I've bumped up We Danced in Bloomsbury Square as well! Was it Peyton who had a book discussed in the last issue or two of The Scribbler?Delete
I hope your nephew enjoys Five Farthings!
Oh both of these sound fab - I do like a children's book. I hope to get a visit to Stratford-upon-Avon in again soon to comb the bookshelves, though these would be more likely to be found in Astley Book Barn ...ReplyDelete
Good luck with tracking them down Liz! It's not impossible, though you might need your favorite good luck charm...Delete
Your lengthy Five Farthings quote reminds me of a passage I read recently in Margaret Millar's 1954 novel Wives and Lovers:ReplyDelete
He said he'd like to take a little trip.
"To San Francisco again?" Elaine said with sweet irony.
"What do you mean, again?"
"I only mean that you seem to have had such a gay time there a couple of months ago."
I'm with the commentator above. Looking these changes in language can be educational and fun; it can also raise the occasional chuckle (non-bitter).
That's a great passage too, Brian, especially since the city in question happened to be San Francisco!Delete
Two of my favourite books. So glad you enjoyed them.ReplyDelete
I'm happy to see that someone else has had a chance to enjoy the MEA book, Ann. If you've read other of her hard-to-find titles, I'd love to have other recommendations. As she wrote so much, it's hard to know which of her books to splurge on first!Delete
Five Farthings is a favourite of mine, I've always loved the idea of the flat in the City although the lack of a proper bathroom always made me slightly uneasy. Call me tragic, but I love the descriptions of shopping and cooking in the novel.ReplyDelete
I also really like it when authors put their 'imaginary' places in their other novels, and Mabel Esther Allan does that a lot. Francaster pops up in one of the Drina books - Drina Dances in Paris, I think - when the eponymous heroine spends Christmas there performing in a children's play. Cue much drama in the cathedral when she's locked in a cellar by a jealous classmate determined to steal her leading role ...
Yes, the bathroom is a problem indeed, though for a few months of living in the City, perhaps I could cope! I'm ashamed to say I've never read any of the Drina books--I'm not especially interested in dance, but I think I should probably rectify that soon?Delete
So many of the books I read are wish fulfillment. D E Stevenson lets me travel to Scotland and England, stay in lovely and/or interesting houses. The Young Mrs. Savage a holiday by the sea side. The Golden Days segment of the first Mrs. Tim book a holiday in the Highlands. And so much more.ReplyDelete
Yes, indeed, and simply getting to vicariously experience day-to-day life in another place and time!Delete
On our last trip to the UK (a specifically book location themed trip) we spent some time in Chester just because of this MEA books which is a favourite of mine.ReplyDelete
http://g-and-j-away.blogspot.co.nz/2016/07/to-chester.html and the next two posts.
Jane, I'm so sorry I didn't notice your comment when it first appeared, but I've just read your wonderful posts about Chester and now I am even more desperate to visit it. Clearly it's time to re-read the Challoners book!Delete