{"id":6398,"date":"2021-08-17T08:08:39","date_gmt":"2021-08-17T07:08:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aata.dev\/?p=6398"},"modified":"2021-08-18T09:01:01","modified_gmt":"2021-08-18T08:01:01","slug":"winning-and-reading-three-authoresses-two-dogs-and-a-cat-by-michael-higgins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aata.dev\/index.php\/2021\/08\/17\/winning-and-reading-three-authoresses-two-dogs-and-a-cat-by-michael-higgins\/","title":{"rendered":"WINNING AND READING: Three authoresses, two dogs and a cat By Michael Higgins"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

WINNING AND READING<\/strong>:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three authoresses, two dogs and a cat<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By Michael Higgins<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Recently three friends or acquaintances have published novels. One is Andrea Sarginson with Man Of Glass, (Instant Apostle 2019), a medieval story about an apprentice glassmaker\u2019s family during the Black Death in the East Riding of Yorkshire. Another is Julia Bennet\u2019s The Madness of Miss Grey, (Entangled Publishing 2019) another Yorkshire Story framed around a Victorian country asylum for the insane, a kindly new doctor and a problem-vixen inmate looking for any means to escape. The Third is I Always Win by Jill Shakley, (Friesen Press 2021)a Wodehousean  style story, set in the nineteen thirties, of  Rodney Goodale, a would-be novelist who,  Jeeves\u2013like,  gets a temporary job as a gentleman\u2019s gentleman with the well-meaning but dotty  and almost Kafkaesque the Hon Frederick Oglethorpe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Andrea\u2019s book; Man Of Glass, (left)<\/strong><\/em> has already been reviewed in Sidetracks And Detours by Norman Warwick in May of last year, in an article entitled Words From The Writer, still available in the site\u00b4s east to negotiate literary archives. So all that remains for me to say is that, as a medievalist with a love of the period literature, I found her story of village life, feuding families, plague, primitive medicines and herbals, and of course church stained-glass making, a worthy representation of the age.  A sense of spiritual colour pervades her glassmakers\u2019 family ordeal and Yorkshire dialect adds homeliness, and linguistic interest, for me. But as one of Andrea\u2019s writing colleague in the Travellers Group, and a fellow contributor to the Gallipoli poems in Reading the Century<\/em>, one could ask would I be too biased to review her book objectively anyway?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Likewise Julia\u2019s novel, (right)<\/em><\/strong> aimed at the female historical fiction market, (a market which has not, until now, included me) gives me a double problem. Julia is a distant family in-law, whom I have only  once almost met briefly, yet  to review her book might still expose me to criticism of bias or expose my \u2018Mills And Boon ignorance\u2018, a literary misunderstanding of the worst degree. In this situation ought I to really review her book on literary, historical, or romantic grounds?  I could also add the linguistic criterion too, as I am chairman of a dialect society and Julia\u2019s story is based on a Yorkshire setting where the resident doctor\u2019s only word of dialect is to call his mother \u2018Mam\u2019.  Even I can see that petty squabbling over linguistic purity can be an argument of the deaf for those simply hankering after the mystery involving evil asylum keepers and a sinister rich paymaster with a reason for wishing Miss Grey incarcerated indefinitely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tension here rests with the doctor-patient moral dilemma and the quest to unravel the patient\u2019s true story and background, – bodice ripping, true romance and even sensual pleasure notwithstanding.  And in true Yorkshire fashion a gloomy Bronte scenario with an almost \u2018woman in the attic\u2019 story develops into one of sexual as well as criminal strain. Miss Grey however is not quite an Agnes Grey or a Bertha Rochester of the Brontes\u00b4. And the plot does escape from ever gloomy Yorkshire to the sunnier south. As I said, I am not the right man for the job of reviewing modern female romantic fiction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This brings me to the third authoress. One romantic word I do love is the time-honoured feminine distinctions of \u2018authoress\u2019, and\u2019 editrice\u2019 (or \u2018editrix\u2019\u2019, both of which pertain even more in today\u2019s world of women calling themselves \u2018guys\u2019, \u2018actors\u2019, \u2018 seamsters\u2019,  \u2018editors\u2019 etc in a supposed Feminist drive to achieve masculine equality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this respect I am an old romantic set in the era of Miss Grey and the Brontes. After all, if in some parallel world males decided to call themselves ladies, gals, actresses, authoresses, songstresses, seamstresses etc in some gesture towards sexual equality how would the real ladies like it?  Jill Shakley may agree with me part way here, but I suspect only so far.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But as her two novels to date are set in the PG Wodehouse era of the 1930s his seemingly modern trend to have strong women characters pervades even when the narrators of the story are men.  As in Julia Bennett\u2019s book the publishing editrices\/editrixes at Friesen are female too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But my dilemma with Jill is that she is the wife of my very old Fiend James, a friendship formed in my fourteen years of residence in Toronto and in the many years of correspondence in literary and military matters that followed. And Jill is in fact a writing partnership with James, in which they both imagine, and write, with Jill as rough-rider and typist. Many years ago they published new Sherlock Holmes stories in the Conan Doyle vein but under a different pseudonym. In their  current Wodehouse genre James is the acknowledged \u2018silent partner\u2019 in their writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jill states on the back cover of her earlier novel Three on a Match\u2019<\/em> (Friesen 2019, shown left<\/em><\/strong>) ,a Bertie Wooster and Jeeves foray, that she has venerated PG Wodehouse\u2019s craftsmanship and genius and has read his work extensively. She is also very fond of vintage detective fiction. She also states that she lives in Toronto with her artist husband and three cats. On the back cover of this second \u2018Wodehousean\u2019 era adventure I Always<\/em> win<\/em>, she writes that Jill Shakley is actually James and Jill. However she also writes to thank a certain \u2018Lancashire Scholar, Michael Higgins\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thanks are for my reading of the manuscript to check for inopportune North Americanisms in phrasing and, challengingly, spelling, among other things. With horror I re-read a few Wodehouse stories to find that they were originally written for American publications during the English born writers\u2019 long residency there as theatre writer and aficionado. Hence a lot of Americanisms were built into the stories.  Would it be morally right for me to take them out of any Wodehouse based 21st<\/sup> century venerating stories?  I did my best with the spellings and phrasing but find somehow the American \u2018mom\u2019 and the odd \u2018gotten\u2019 have crept back in to the text in places.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Gotten\u2019 is a bugbear of mine as  Britons of my age always say, \u2018I\u2019ve got a cold\u2019 not \u2018I\u2019ve gotten one\u2019, and whereas US Georgia born Oliver Hardy might say to Lancashire born Stan Laurel, \u2018that\u2019s another fine mess you\u2019ve gotten me into,\u2019 Stan would correct him into saying \u2013 it\u2019s \u2018got!\u2019 In fact I recall both comedy film stars using their version of the past participle of the verb\u2019 to get\u2019 in the same film. Alas since recommending changing \u2018gotten\u2019 to Jill, I have heard young television personalities (even on the BBC) saying it, and even ex prime- minister Gordon Brown.  I begin to wonder whether British purity is sustainable in the 21st<\/sup> century. And I wonder if I am. But in the 1930s I fear it has got to be \u2018got\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Regardless I stumbled on, replacing North American \u2018purses \u2018with British handbags, \u2018thumbtacks\u2019 with drawing pins, \u2018vests \u2018with waistcoats etc. And now I Always Win<\/em> (right) <\/em><\/strong>is in print I have just finished perusing a new manuscript for a future novel too. But I still wonder if making Wodehouse more British than Wodehouse is a quagmire of wishful thinking. As an ex resident of Canada and long- term resident of my native Britain I ought to be (a) swell at this. But is this making too many trees for literary appreciation\u2019s forest?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in Canada I too used Canadianisms, soon getting into the lingo during lengthy return stays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But on with the tale: in I Always Win, Rodney Goodale is an out of work would- be writer recently returned from a fruitless stay in Paris to find work in London. His pal, a would-be poet with less than perfect rhymes, puts him onto an agency hiring valets for gentlemen. Despite his total inexperience he is hired y for heaven knows what quirky reason by the dotty and almost Kafkaesque gentleman, the Honourable Frederick Oglethorpe. The tale follows on with stories of a stage musical troupe forced to sail back to New York when finances fail and Goodale and his employer undertaking a trip on the same boat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Crossed wires and desires intrude into the tale with mixed message courtships, mysterious ship- board thefts, and an eerie hint of danger. There is a ship\u2019s cat to break up the tension somewhat and the very useful ship\u2019s typewriter in the writing room where the said cat rendezvous with the by now love-lorn Rodney Goodale.  Jill also put a curious cat in her earlier novel, Three on a Match, and cats do their best to reign in all her stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mysterious men come and go on board RMS Princess Alexandria and an odd meeting crowns the supposed end of the journey in New York. And showing strong form in this almost pastiche of a Wodehousean odyssey is American showgirl Elizabeth Weston \u2018wearing a flowered pink dress that clung to her graceful figure and failed to hide much of her shapely legs\u2019. Second is English showgirl Molly amid the mysterious goings on, involving real and theoretical lifeboat drills, theft of a briefcase and lots of ocean spray.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Will Rodney Goodale get his girl, will the Honourable Frederick Oglethorpe get his, and will they and the briefcase get back to London?  Will his The Atlantic Liner Mystery ever get written?  Will he always win? And what will happen to the cat? What is certain is that in this genre Jill Shakley rises to a worthy necromancer of the Wodehouse ghost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So on to animals. A dog, Samson, plus sheep, cows and hens galore abound in the not so \u2018romantic\u2019 Man of Glass. And the faithful Hector is the protecting hound in The Madness of Miss Grey. In I Always Win, the cat, Rowney, attempts to steal the show. I am not sure how this links these three works together and perhaps there is no link save that three authoresses within my ken have succeeded in writing for their intended public.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And there is one further link: all three have sequels in the pipeline, which is more than can be said for the author of this poor sort of review.\u00a0 But, like Rodney Goodale, remember that writing and winning are the hope of all us all who care to turn a blank page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Editor\u00b4s note:<\/strong> Every so often our computer just downs tools and refuses to work on at least one part the Sidetracks And Detours. Today, for some reason it has refused, on an intermittent basis to insert the two stops over the e in Bronte. perhaps it was laughing at me because i couldn\u00b4t remember the literary name for that sign when I first began pleading and demanding my computer just takes its xxxxxxx finger out and dosome xxxxxx work for once in its xxxx life. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

No blame for this should be attached to the author, Michael Higgins who is a calm and fastidious craftsman and we place on record our apologies to him.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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