Posts Tagged ‘Anthony Trollope’
Radio 4 is going to dramatise a neglected classic next year and is asking people to vote on which one to go for. The short list has been proposed by ten contemporary writers, including Joanna Trollope and Ruth Rendell.
And I am in a dilemma – where to start? Apart from two, which I definitely don’t want to read again, they all intrigue me.
So – do I start with Charles Williams, OUP editor and occasional Inkling, and his time-and-space travelling fantasy Many Dimensions, recommended by Ruth Rendell?
Or The Rector’s Daughter, the love story by F M Mayor, published by the Woolfs’ Hogarth Press, which Susan Hill recommends?
Or Rasselas, about which, to my shame, I remember almost nothing? Or an Anthony Trollope I’ve never even read, Miss Mackenzie?
Units of measurement are wondrous things. Someone – it may have been a Cambridge Professor of Physiology, W A H Rushton FRS; or Isaac Asimov; or even Willie Rushton, Great Man of Thought that he was – proposed a unit of pulchritude. If Helen’s faced launched a thousand ships, argued this philosopher, then we can measure how beautiful a woman is by the number of ships her face would launch. One boat launched equals one milliHelen.
Whoever he may have been, this chap steps effortlessly into the Gallery of Frivols. Welcome, friend!
Writers need a unit of measurement, too.
Anthony Trollope, who invented letter boxes and ran a large part of the Post Office, as well as being the author of the Barsetshire and Palliser novels and much else besides (and my very favourite Victorian) wrote for three hours every day. He measured his output. (Don’t we all?) Only he did it not by time or by number of words written. He did both.
As Post Office Grandee, he went all over the country in those stately Victorian steam trains and, in order not to waste time, had a portable desk made and wrote while he chugged along. When at home, he got up at half past five and wrote for three hours. And he wrote at the rate of 250 words every quarter of an hour. Apparently he kept a diary recording how many pages he’d done every day.
Now you make think this is a bit obsessive. Maybe even a touch of the Geek? Imagine what that man could have done with a fully powered MacBook Pro. But by golly, it got the work done.
Because I, too, need to get the work done I propose:
let one Trollope be 1,000 words per hour, a semiTrollope would be 1,000 words in 2 hours; a demisemiTrollope would be 1,000 words in 4 hours. So if you write 1,000 words a day, as recommended by Graham Green and Stephen King both, you could do it at the rate of one Trollope, two semiTrollopes, fourdemisemiTrollopes . . .or even eight semidemisemiTrollopes, if it takes you the whole working day.
Alternatively, a deciTrollope would be 100 words in an hour.
Writers should always have targets. I foresee hours of happy calculation to achieve mine.