Archive for October, 2011

‘You are,’ says Malvolio in Twelfth Night to a raggle taggle bunch of rogues and roisterers, ‘lesser things. I am not of your element.’

For centuries, one lot of writers has been saying that to another lot of writers. Mind you, the ratings change a bit over time. Jane Austen has been promoted to the Premier League since her own day.

But Looking Down The Nose seems to be an occupational hazard of The Writer, witness the bunch of worthies who this year felt that the Man Booker had gone too down market– become too readable, apparently– so proposed a new, better prize.  (For unreadability?) At the time I suggested it should be called the Malvolio. On reflection, however, I feel it would be better named after a Superior Writer, even if a fictional one. The Lady Florence Craye Commemorative Cup appeals.   

But to come to my own area, romantic fiction. Allegedly it rots the brain and ruins the syntax. Indeed, there is a school of thought which claims that it is written and published by cynics, aiming it squarely at what our American Cousins call Trailer Park Trash. And there always has been.

Being, I freely admit, of the rogue and roisterer persuasion, it ill behooves me to look down the nose at any writer, be he critic, commentator or pure Malvolio. However, I do think that defining romantic fiction as the purview of certain class or IQ band is very old and is all about us not liking bits of ourselves, for whatever reason. Thus it can be a bit of a trap, both for commentators and those of us who actually write the stuff because we like reading it. 

The redoubtable Alex Stuart, one of the RNA’s co-founders and author of 4 serials a year, many of which were subsequently published by Mills & Boon, certainly worried about ‘the impressionable reader’.  By that, she seems to have meant shop girls and typists, a class to which she emphatically did not belong herself.

This made her somewhat conflicted. On the one hand she wanted more respect for romantic fiction, on the other she did not set her claims too high. In a letter to the Editor of The Woman Journalist in spring 1960, she wrote: ‘Our books may be unrealistic and have happy endings, but they are almost all well written and they are read, in serial as well as book form, by hundreds of thousands of women and young girls who – if my fan mail is anything to go by – derive real pleasure from them.’ 

Um– is it just me, or do you find a faint hint of surprise in that ‘real pleasure’? Sad, isn’t it?

Yet George Orwell, in his Hampstead bookshop in the thirties, saw exactly who it was who read bestselling romantic novelist Ethel M Dell. (‘When Mrs Dell speaks, an Empire listens’ claimed her publisher.) And it was ‘women of all kinds and ages and not, as one might expect, merely wistful spinsters and the fat wives of tobacconists.’ Still, he does say that Dell’s books were read ‘solely by women’ which clearly puts them way, way down in the pecking order.

And then there was Georgette Heyer, crippled by terminal self-deprecation, as Jennifer Kloester’s stunning new biography makes clear. Oh, for God’s sake woman, you’re still in print 90 years after your first book was published. A few years ago you were the most borrowed author under PLR. Don’t let the Malvolii play mindgames with you. Be proud. 

Personally, I have a soft spot for Lady Mary Wortley Montague, blue-stocking, literary duellist, patron of Henry Fielding and no slouch in either the travel, scholarship or sheer snottiness departments.

Here she is, telling it like it is about Samuel Richardson, author of Pamela. Having said sniffily that he wrote for chamber maids, she is brave enough to come clean: ‘I heartily despise him, and eagerly read him, nay sob over his works in a most scandalous manner.’

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu rocks.

This Saturday, 8th October, the RNA is running a day for readers who love Regency fiction and history. Appropriately it is in St James’s (nearest underground Green Park). and I’ve helped to organise it. It’s going to be a blast.

What has really impressed me is how much historical research and sheer attention to detail modern-day authors put into their Regency-set novels. In which, of course, they follow the example of the amazing Georgette Heyer, an author of commercial fiction still selling 90 years after her first book was published.  I am really looking forward to hearing Dr Jennifer Kloester at the Regency day.  Her new biography of Heyer hits the bookshops this week. 

Prize-winning author Louise Allen, who will also be there, has put together a slideshow of some of her collection of contemporary prints.  I have posted a few below, which illustrate beautifully some of the activities and subjects on offer on Saturday.

Costume

Carriage dress 1815

Walks

St James's

Sex and Scandal

Reply to a Letter

News of Waterloo Arrives in London

Waterloo after the Battle

An especial treat is that some of us will actually be taking tea in the room where the Prince Regent received Wellington’s Despatch on Midsummer Night 1815.  It was a dramatic scene and we have readings of contemporary accounts.

And, of course, all through the day we will keep coming back to Jane Austen, that minute observer of her society, and Georgette Heyer, whose novels are so well researched, that generations of readers have absorbed history from them without noticing.    

For lovers of fun, fiction and history, this is going to be a one-off.  Booking here . Or contact me direct  It’s going to be a day to remember!