Saturday, 26 March 2011
I am off to Bologna tomorrow and will report back from the Fair on my return. I was going to blog about the Michael Gove's "50 books" farrago but something happened today that knocked that off the top of my list. Early this morning I got an email telling me that Diana Wynne Jones was in a hospice and fading fast. By then she had already died, as I found out in seconds from Twitter.
So this blog post is dedicated to Diana - like her Roman namesake, fearless, peerless, worshipped and unpredictable.
I think I first came across her work when my oldest daughter, Rhiannon Lassiter discovered it. Knowing what I like almost as well as I do, she told me to read Archer's Goon. I did and then I think found my all-time favourite, Fire and Hemlock, before starting on the Chrestomanci novels, Howl's Moving Castle and the hilarious Tough Guide to Fantasyland.
What an output! Eight Days of Luke, Dogsbody, The Homewardbounders ... anyone would be proud to have produced just one of these. And she had a way of getting under your skin and into your everyday life. I still say under my breath at bus-stops, "Hathaway send a bus," a habit developed when the children were young, because Hathaway "farms" transport in Archer's Goon. And we have a cat that says "Wong" just like Throgmorten.
I was thrilled when she reviewed my fantasy novel Special Powers for the TES, less so when she didn't much like it! Sarah Prineas was luckier with The Magic Thief and got a splendid puff from this generous older writer. But all was made better when the three of us shared a panel at the Bath festival a few years ago.
In the green room before the event, where Diana arrived a bit flustered after a bomb scare on her route, she spontaneously told me she had read and enjoyed The Falconer's Knot and that there really was a friary where I had invented one, between Gubbio and Assisi.
I got her to sign my copy of Fire and Hemlock and she did the same for Rhiannon's A Tale of Time City - that's another wonderful book. Her signing queue after the event went on and on ....
I was furious that it took a revival of interest in wizards after a certain Hogwarts pupil to bring some of her books back into print; they should never have been allowed to disappear in the first place. But Diana's fans were loyal, all over the world, and they had the satisfaction of seeing the re-jacketed Harper Collins versions spreading the word to lots of new readers.
She had an extraordinary childhood, was wildly anarchic in her use of themes and ideas, was always generous to new writers and to critics and was by all accounts a splendid person to know and work with. Imagine having her for a grandmother!
Diana Wynne Jones was taken far too soon, while she was still full of ideas, and had to suffer far too much. But the creator of Chrestomanci, Howl, the Goon, Mr Lynn and Christopher Chant and many others was so prodigal with her genius that she has left much to remember her by.
I hope she is now in one of the parallel universes she so richly imagined, laughing and free from pain, and able to read the countless tributes on the Internet and enjoy the fact that her name was trending Worlwide on Twitter. I think that would amuse her.
Sunday, 20 March 2011
You may not know that I am a member of the SAS. It's the "other" SAS = Scattered Authors Society and every now and again, it un-scatters and gets together - some of it - to talk about writing, publishing, editors, agents, book tours, blogs etc.
Above is a picture of some of us hard at work talking about such things in Coventry last weekend.
There was an ugly moment on Sunday morning when at 11.30am. 35 authors found there was no coffee, but here is a picture of happier times.
After introductions, including from a lot of new members, we discussed what publishers consider hot currently in children's books, historical research, people's working methods, political correctness, independent booksellers and forging connections.
I cunningly left before the part where people volunteer to organise next year's conference but I believe we do have two noble members who stepped forward. It's always fascinating to hear what other people are writing, what hassles they are experiencing, what changes of direction, what shortlistings and awards they have had. It's such a generous bunch, always ready to celebrate colleagues' successes and mourn one another's woes.
And a wonderful joint repository of information and help. Long live the SAS - Who Shares Wins.
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
The Book Maven is delighted to welcome Katherine Langrish as a guest to the blog today. Katherine (Kath to her friends) is doing a blog tour to talk about her “Trollogy” – a bind up of her first three published books, with the evocative title West of the Moon.
Yesterday, on the Bookwitch’s blog, Kath mentioned coming to meet other authors at Charney Bassett and feeling an “interloper” because she hadn’t had a book published yet. Well, I was one of those authors at Charney who had heard of this “new girl” being secured a big advance by hotshot agent Catherine Clarke and was intrigued to meet her.
Her modesty, charm and intelligence won everyone over and she is now the person whose Charney Quiz Team everyone fights to join, because they always win! Her knowledge of children’s books and of myths and legends is unrivalled.
I asked Kath to write something for us about what had attracted her to the idea of trolls and Vikings in the first place. You can find the next stage of her tour tomorrow at MGHarris’s blog
I don’t have a resident photographer of the calibre of Helen Giles, so I have purloined an image from elsewhere.
Why Trolls? Why Vikings?
To answer why I wrote three books about trolls and Vikings, I have to go back a bit. I loved stories even before I could read. (When I was about three years old my big sister drew a cartoon of me, wandering around with a book in my hand wailing, “Read me my bookie…” )
As I grew beyond picture books, some of the stories I loved best were myths, legends and fairytales from around the world, and my favourites were the ones from the North – stories about the Norse gods like Odin and Thor. I like history, too, and the Viking Age is the story of an extraordinary people – the inventors of the world’s oldest continuous democratic parliament (the Althing in Iceland); voyagers, adventurers, poets, warriors, craftsmen (and women) – a strange and colourful mix of cruelty, superstition, open-mindedness, plain speech and independence of spirit.
‘Troll Fell’, the first volume of my ‘Troll trilogy’ (now published for the first time in one volume under the title ‘West of the Moon’), began with a picture in my head of a Viking boy living beside a fjord, who I thought would have adventures involving some of the Norse gods. I called him Bjorn. He had a family – a bluff, cheery father called Ralf, a hard-working mother called Gudrun, a feisty little sister, and an old grandfather. I loved writing about them, but somehow the boy wouldn’t come to life. So I sent him off up into the mountains, where he got lost in a snowstorm and met Odin – and then I got stuck. Utterly, hopelessly stuck, with no idea what was going to happen next.
I stayed stuck for years.
The story got stuffed in a drawer. Every so often I’d find it, read it (all twenty pages) and think, That’s not too bad – I wish I could think of a way to go on with it… But I was still stuck, so I would put it away again.
Eventually two things happened.
First, I realised what should have been obvious – Bjorn was boring. I was much more interested in his family than I was in him, and especially in his little sister, Hilde, who was brave and confident and fun and full of life. So I got rid of him. I would concentrate on Hilde, and she wouldn’t be little, she’d be the same age as her brother had been – twelve or thirteen.
That helped. And the other thing that happened was that, at a church bazaar in France, where we were living at the time, I picked up a shabby, brown, battered little book and looked inside to see what it was. It was called “Thomas Keightley’s Fairy Mythology”, and it was printed in the year 1850. It was stuffed to bursting with stories I had never heard of, folklore and legends about trolls and dwarves and supernatural creatures from all over the world, especially Scandinavia, and I bought it for two francs.
I took it home, thrilled – and suddenly the penny dropped.
In the long ago past, the past I was writing about in my story, people had really believed in these creatures. They believed trolls lived in caves under the mountains. They believed in water spirits who lived in ponds and streams: nixies and neckans and fosse-grims who would pull you under if you got too close. They believed in ghosts – not floaty, wispy, see-through creatures, but ghosts that were more like horrible walking corpses. I could get rid of the Norse gods (who weren’t co-operating) and put these other things in their place. In a sense, it would be historical fiction almost as much as fantasy: history with the supernatural dimension put back in. Because that’s what folk-lore is: the stuff ordinary people believe, and tell stories about.
I got back to work. Clinging to the slopes of a dark and sinister mountain, Hilde and her family lived in a turf-roofed farmhouse. On stormy nights they huddled around the fire while trolls prowled in the dark outside. But an element was missing. I needed a boy in the book as well as a girl. And so he came – a stranger, an orphan boy who’d been brought to work on this remote mountain. A boy damaged by loss and ill-treatment: an anxious, self-doubting, highly-strung but determined individual whose name absolutely wasn’t Bjorn. Names in books are important, and this boy couldn’t be Bjorn. I borrowed his name from the Norwegian folk hero and mischief-maker Per Gynt (it’s pronounced ‘Pair Gunt’, but my hero became ‘Peer’, which is the more common English mispronunciation). Peer met Hilde and it was the attraction of opposites. And then…
The book took off. I got to know and love Peer and Hilde so well that it was easy to write a second book about them; and finally a third. In each volume, the characters grow older and the story becomes darker, till at last they set off together on a Viking ship, sailing to North America – as the Vikings actually did, a thousand years ago – and meet creatures out of Native American folklore and stories, just as they had encountered trolls and other creatures from Scandinavian legends in the earlier books.
It took many months to do the research. I explored the culture and folklore of the Mi’kmaq people of Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. And I went to Roskilde in Denmark to spend one midsummer week out on the fjord learning how to sail a reconstruction of a Viking age ship – possibly the best fun I’ve ever had. The weather was great, wind and sun and clear water. We were a crew of eight. We rowed, we hauled up the heavy square sail, we learned how to steer, and when we had nothing else to do we sat in the clutter of the open deck and told stories, just as the Vikings themselves must have done.
Put together, the three volumes of the trilogy ‘West of the Moon’ chart the lives of two young people living in a dangerous, colourful age in which adventures wait for the humblest villager if he or she is brave enough to set out into the world. Sounds like a fairytale? Yes, for fairytales reflect the chances – the luck – of those who leave home. How can you be lucky unless you risk something? What can be riskier than to set out into the North Atlantic in a sixty-foot wooden ship?
Some people always ask: But what’s the point of fantasy? Isn’t it all escapism? Where’s the relevance of a book about the Vikings (especially one with trolls)? Can we believe we have anything in common with those shaggy-bearded marauders of a thousand years ago? Men who were outspoken in word and deed, who never forgave a slight, who would kill without hesitation or pity and crack a joke as they lay dying? The old Icelandic sagas are full of people like that: people you wouldn’t want living next door.
If the Vikings were impressed by bravery, so too are we. A sword, when it’s pointing at you, is no romantic object but a brutal tool for killing, frightening as a gun. The Viking sagas – full of heroism and murder – pose implicit but deliberate questions about the nature of true courage which are well worth pondering today. Peer’s opponent in ‘West of the Moon’, young Harald Silkenhair, looks every inch the hero – brave, handsome, charismatic. He’s even gifted and cultured enough to make poetry. But he’s also cruel, quarrelsome, violent and deadly. How on earth is Peer to deal with him? What or who is a hero? What is true bravery?
Do we have anything in common with the Vikings?
Oh yes, I think we do.
Katherine Langrish’s Troll Fell, Troll Mill and Troll Blood (HarperCollins) were recommended in the ‘Top 160 Books for Boys’ compiled by the School Library Association. “A splendidly imagined fantasy written in impeccable prose” (Carousel). Her writing has often been compared to Alan Garner's.
Katherine describes her books as ‘history with the beliefs put back in’. Her novels, which have been translated into nine languages, are based in the 10th and 12th centuries, but also include fantastical creatures such as trolls, ghosts, house spirits and water spirits, taken from the folklore and legends of the era. Her most recent book apart from West of the Moon is Dark Angels (HarperCollins 2009), published in the US as Shadow Hunt in 2010.
Kath’s own wonderful blog is Seven Miles of Steel Thistles
Sunday, 6 March 2011
Well, that's been a week and a half and no mistake!You'd have to have been living in a hole in the ground not to know that yesterday was Book Book Night. It was preceded two days before by World Book Day, which has been running for many years now as a way of promoting children's books. As a special treat for this year the Guardian has started an online Children's books resource run entirely by young readers
here Brilliant idea!
I didn't do any gigs this year but wrote most of chapter three of the current Stravaganza novel, which was an acceptable alternative, I hope.
On Friday I was in Trafalgar Square for the pre-World Book Night bash. The photos were done in the dark in a crowd on my iPhone and only a few came out well enough to use. It was a bit like a more sedate version of a rovk concert, with Jamie Byng coming out and waving, "Hello, London!" Indeed there were some rockers reading too - Nick Cave from Lolita, ad Suggs from a very gloomy John Betjeman poem.
It was well compèred by Graham Norton and there were lovely distinctive voices from Philip Pullman (growly bear Iorek), Alan Bennet (Nation's favourite Teddy bear), Margaret Atwood, Tracy Chevalier, Rupert Everett - heavens, too many stars to name. And Boris Johnson.
But when Sarah Waters came out to read from Fingersmith, which was the book I had chosen to give away and asked who was giving that title, I yelled "me, me!" in a very noticeable way, so I'm glad the picture of Sarah reading from her book came out.
The stand-out performance for me was Lemn Sissay, who read Tennyson's Ulysses virtually by heart with such passion and involvement and intelligence, as well as being really rather gorgeous, that I won't forget it in a hurry.
I had asked Margaret Atwood on Twitter to wave to me and she did indeed give some very good waves - surely one of them was for me?
I had to get back to Oxfordshire that night and go to pick up my books next morning before giving them out at Bampton Library. Which did not leave me much time for filling in the numbers in the back of the books. But I managed it. And got given a book myself! (All Quiet on the Western front, which I had never read).
I checked on the list and I have read 12 of the 25. Hearing the readers made me want to read 2 more, there are 5 more I already wanted to read and 2 I wouldn't touch. Which leaves a few I have no strong views about. I wonder what next year's list will be like?
I'd certainly be up for doing it again but next time I will also follow Nicola Morgan's amendment. While not knocking the WBN idea, she suggested that people might like to buy an additional book, preferably from an independent bookshop and give to someone appropriate, with the note in the front, "Given in the spirit of World Book Night by ... and bought from ..."
I think that's an excellent idea. There have been so many of them this week.