Be honest, who does not love the stories of Atlantis or Brigadoon or any other disappearing and disappeared world? World mysteries have always fascinated me, wondering what people imagined from these lost communities and - even more so - what they wanted them to be and represent. The Destruction of Ravenser Odd I stumbled across the history of Ravenser Odd entirely by chance. But what a chance! Here was a setting for a story, one which was almost Biblical in its existence and destruction. Unlike Dunwich, which gradually succumbed to the sea, Ravenser Odd was swallowed in a very short space of time, the final straw coming in The Great Drowning of Men on Saint Marcellus' Day 1362. As well as this, the town was in the Humber, an area with which I was very familiar, having lived in Barrow-upon-Humber for ten years and being an alumnus of Hull University. Could there be a better setting for a historical fiction tale which was to be laced with horror? Well, I didn't think so. The
Happy #HistFicThursdays! Today, I'm thrilled to be sharing a guest post from Tempest Wright's work in progress: The McKarthy Journals: Brothers In Secrets! Read on to share in the guest post - and what an incredible title for a post it is! - but first, let's meet the book...
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| Brendan - one half of the McKarthy pair... |
In 1822, there is no way for one to dissolve an arranged marriage or aspire to higher fates…unless one is fortunate enough to possess an acquaintance with the McKarthy brothers. While veiling themselves in a shroud of propriety, the brothers wield their position within high society to defy social norms for the liberation of many – at the expense of a few.
The sudden appearance of a notorious London criminal in their quiet corner of Kent, not only threatens everything achieved through the Mckarthys’ indiscretions, but conjures up a dark history the brothers are desperate to keep buried. Juggling to maintain their façade and contain this impending threat, the brothers soon begin to realize the murderous presence is no coincidence, but the onset of something – or someone – far more dangerous...
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| ...And Matthew - the other half! |
Guest Post
When History and Fiction Dance
Their eyes lock, prompting him to take his first step forward.
Weaving through the crowd, he never once
glances away; her beauty a mesmerizing lure.
She glances down nervously, sure she
must be mistaken. But once before her, his steady gaze gives no excuse for
mistaking. History offers Fiction his hand.
“Shall we dance?”
Their fingers touch, the curious spark igniting
into a blazing fire. Enraptured, they dance about the floor in a seamless
waltz.
Ah, the magic of writing historical
fiction! Some authors make it look easy.
For many historical fiction authors, history
is indeed the leading man. He is the one that inspires them. Fiction follows his
lead, bringing long-dead history back to life.
But what if the roles were reversed? Can
Fiction be the leading man?
This can be a particularly dangerous
situation.
Too often, Fiction as the lead tries to
step on the toes of History, dragging her where he wants to go, instead of
elegantly leading her across the dancefloor. We’ve seen this so often in movies
and books where pieces of integral history are tossed away or forgotten in
favor of a good story.
True, Fiction by nature, is rather
manipulative. When cast as the lead of inspiration, can he be anything less
than a villain?
Here is my confession: fiction has always
taken the lead in my life. It doesn’t take much for my imagination to run amuck
with characters and intricate plots.
I’m going to terrify a few, I’m sure, when
I admit most of my inspiration came through movies; not historical fact or even
reading. Watching A&E’S version of Pride and Prejudice excited my
imagination towards the regency; Rupert Everette’s take on Oscar Wilde’s Lord
Goring made me fall in love with wit and satire, and Anthony Andrews was the
most perfect Scarlet Pimpernel one could ask for – a man just as at home in
lace and silk as he was in mud and rags in front of a French guillotine.
Thankfully, these inspirations did get me reading the source material.
But it also fostered a love of older
settings. I love going to historical theme parks and buildings and being
emersed in history, by brain promptly making up stories of the fictional people
who lived there.
From these inspirations, The McKarthy
Brothers were born.
However, as often is the case when Fiction takes
the lead, I began to realize that my story did not automatically sync with history.
I had simply thrown my characters into the 1820’s, thinking it would be a good
decade. Alas, Napoleon, abolition and the war of 1812 happened before this, and
the Victorian era, with its massive change and reforms, was about ten years
ahead. I wanted my brothers to play an integral role to change…and found I
hadn’t exactly thought this through.
Thus, my leading man Fiction went scanning
the dancefloor to find Lady History for validation. To my absolute horror, he
offered his hand to a lady of political history (I rather detest politics). But
from this treacherous waltz, I found The Great Reform Act of 1832.
I’m sure, for many readers here, this is
just a part of your national history. Perhaps you were taught in school. But as
a Canadian, this great Reform Act that paved the way for multiple reforms in
the 19th century, hadn’t really been stressed in history class.
What piqued my interest was the eradication
of many Rotten Boroughs.
Rotten Boroughs were a corrupt form of
political representation. Boroughs were election districts, having the ability
to send one or two MPs to the House of Commons. Voters were required to own
property that had a rateable value of forty shillings a year. But the
boundaries of these boroughs, while they could be expanded and moved, did not
take into account the number of voters they had. Many boroughs that once held
thriving cities in the Middle Ages, were now nothing more than tiny hamlets.
The most infamous Rotten Borough, Old
Serum, held only three houses, and claimed seven voters, but sent two MP’s to
Parliament. Manchester housed over sixty thousand people at the time, but was
given no representation.
The lack of voters allowed the wealthy
patrons who owned the borough, (often themselves in the House of Lords) to
easily wield their wealth and power, convincing the voters to send the MPs that
would suit their own interests. This gave them even more control in the
government, and less to the constituents the MP’s were supposed to represent.
Leading men of Fiction would be tempted to
skip over details, and leave this political history where they found her. But
here lays the key to writing with Fiction taking the lead: be patient.
A
good fiction lead will learn more for the sake of making their story as
realistic as possible. Shall we see how this might play out?
“Fascinating,” he says, “but may I ask a
theoretical question?”
Her eyes narrowed, as he guided Lady
History through a turn. “I detest theoretical questions,” she answered.
“Pray oblige me, for your knowledge is
vast,” he begged, then diverted her in a new direction. “If a conniving patron
wished to gain more power, would it not be a matter of holding these rotten
boroughs.”
“Perhaps,” she says coyly, “however
history shows there were many such patrons. One man would surely attract
attention by claiming them all.”
“True,” Fiction sighs, his eyes
searching for another option. “What about a conniving Lord who wishes to
ingratiate himself to such patrons. If he exercised influence over them, would
he not influence their MP’s and even England by extension?”
“Theoretically, but he’d have to be very
conniving,” she answered as he pulled her in from a twirl. Her keen eyes glared
back at him. “What are you thinking?”
In truth, he is thinking of how this
historical Reform Act would act as a climax in ending his fictional
antagonist’s aims; a fictional character ruined from very real circumstance.
No, if your Fiction is a smart leading man,
he will not tread upon the toes of history. He will tease her, and flirt
precariously with truth – but not bully her into submission. In fact, he should
entertain every hope of dancing with her again, for there are many things to
glean from Lady History.
In the case of the 1832 Reform Act, what
made Arthur Wellesley, the Duke of Wellington, acquiesce to the bill the third
time it was before the House of Lords? What made those MP’s who benefitted from
this arrangement, pass it? What made Lord Earl Grey fight for it so?
If Fiction is to make his fictional
characters and events stand out just as strongly against historical players and
events, he must dance with History over and over again.
As anyone might have guessed, the first
book of my McKarthy Journals series, Brothers In Secrets, is largely fiction,
emersed in a historical era. But as the series progresses, they manipulate
historical characters and events under history’s radar, all the while allowing
history to retain its truth.
Truth be told, I’ve always felt that
History and Fiction are both inherently flawed.
History, while full of events, people, and details
of truth, has bias, exaggerations, and gaps. Fiction takes these details and
gaps, and fills them with exaggerations and theoretical possibilities of its
own.
The one thing in both their favor is that
they are innately human.
They both convey human emotion and
ambition: one delivering the outcome and consequences of these things through
time; and the other using them to fill in whatever history cannot speak. Both
speak to the human heart and mind.
Whether you are a historian dabbling in
fiction, or a fiction-lover dabbling in history, both will only be valid if you
can make history and fiction dance seamlessly as one. So for all the historical
authors out there, have fun for whichever is your strongest passion, take to
the floor and enjoy the dance!
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| One of Tempest's inspirations: Constable's Old Sarum (accessed via Wikimedia) |
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