Today, in Caithness, the sun is shining and the air is clear. I'm sure it will come as no surprise to anyone reading this blog that, certain weathers and certain times of the year ignite certain music in me. And, on late winter days which are filled with sunshine, I am usually to be found singing the songs of The Spinners . Inevitably, I start humming different ones of their songs (and of course adapting them to be about Orlando and Jess) as I go around doing different things. But I remember almost all the words to them. I haven't heard a lot of them in years, but they are all there, rooted in my memory. It is truly fascinating to think about how these songs have passed through history. They are part of my own nostalgia, which is why crisp sunny mornings make me incapable of ignoring the temptation to sing them, but they are part of something much bigger. There are songs amongst them which are a newer step in the folk music movement. Songs like Silver in the Stubble are amongs...
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| Winston Churchill: The Roaring Lion |
At the moment, clips from The Crown keep coming up on my Facebook page and then, once you’ve watched a few, they appear on YouTube too. Thanks, cookies!
I’ve never gone in for writing twentieth century fiction, although I’m not opposed to reading it. One of the most interesting things about historical fiction, of course, is the ability to put words into the mouths of people who really lived. Over the past couple of blogs, I’ve looked at Henry VIII and Alexander the Great, and how I have used their characteristics and moulded them into what I needed for my stories.
How brave, then, of the writers of The Crown to put words into the mouths of people who were still speaking! There has been a lot of speculation about how members of the royal family would have reacted to various parts of programme. In fact, thanks to the aforementioned cookies, I now get spammed with clickbait articles like, “Watch the scene which made Prince Philip want to sue makers of The Crown.”
But the clip which appeared and made me want to write about it in this blog was one where the young queen is speaking to Winston Churchill, her first Prime Minister. In it, she naively comments on how the smog is making her husband grumpy because he can’t fly. The Prime Minister becomes increasingly angry throughout the conversation, seeming to lose all proportion in the matter: he appears a lot more concerned about Prince Philip learning to fly a plane than the poisonous fumes killing people around the capital.
It's a bold portrayal of the man who many laud as having single-handedly brought Britain through the war. Here he is, with his priorities completely out of whack, yelling at a young woman who has simply expressed a personal experience to a person she trusts. It is not a good look, especially with how we now view inter-gender communication.
But it did make me appreciate the writers for doing this: they took a man who is revered for his courage, his stamina and his wit, and chose to display one of the many faults which plagued him as a person. Those who have read more about Churchill will be aware that this courage, stamina and wit disguised a depth of prejudice towards almost anyone who was not English.
As a writer, frailties and foibles are where we can create our most believable characters: Ginny, Clem and I all love our “pincushion characters”, who are subjected to a host of terrible and unlucky happenings. But as a historical fiction writer, we can also work to tap into the personality flaws which made a person from history into more than just their eulogy.
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