Titty or Tatty? what’s in a name

It’s a good long time since I read Swallows and Amazons and I don’t even remember one of the characters being called Titty, it can’t have struck me as being weird at the time. However her name is being changed to Tatty in a new film version which is being made by the BBC, you can read about it here. The author of the article, Nicholas Tucker has apparently written a lot about children’s literature in the past, but in this article he writes about words which were used by writers in the past, innocently, but which couldn’t be used today, such as ejaculate, meaning to exclaim, which used to be used by lots of authors including Enid Blyton if I’m remembering correctly. The word ‘screw’ in Victorian literature of course means salary, language changes all the time.

He goes on to mention that Angela Thirkell used the words ‘giant cock’ in her book The Brandons, it was of course a fairground attraction in the shape of a cockerel. Tucker seems to think that it’s unthinkable that Thirkell could have put that into her story deliberately. It smacks of those daft people who think that their generation is the one which invented sex!

Of course Thirkell put it in deliberately, and all of her readers would have had a right good snigger at it, her books are full of things like that, that’s what makes them so funny and popular in their day and now. Tucker seems to think that because Thirkell was rather snobbish and was a granddaughter of the artist Edward Burne-Jones, it means that a ‘naughty’ word would never have passed her lips! Whereas of course, her hobnobbing with rather posh people and being one of them herself makes it a dead certainty that she was a ‘bit of a goer’- as they say.

Tucker also doesn’t seem to realise that children’s books are written on two levels, one for the child and one for the adult who may be reading it to them.

I suppose he’ll be saying next that – a marquis’s son is unused to wine!

Links from the Guardian Review

Today I’m just going to link to a few interesting articles in the Guardian review.

The first one is an article called Entering Minerva’s temple, by Edith Hall. It’s about the ancient Greeks and their culture but includes lots of information about other ancient cultures. When I was at school the only people who did Greek language were the few oddbods who wanted to become church ministers, and of course in those days they were chaps. I hadn’t realised that Thomas Hardy was writing from his own experience when he described the struggles which Jude had to get an education in Jude the Obscure, surely his most depressing novel. Anyway, I intend to read some Greek plays in the future, it’s ages since I’ve done anything like that, I think the last classic of that type I read was Plato’s Republic.

The Book of the Week is Worrying: A Literary and Cultural History by Francis O’Gorman. The article is a must read for all worriers. A vegetarian diet is recommended for all worriers as it reduces the epic struggle of menu reading! I don’t know about you – but I just want fewer choices all round, it would make life easier anyway.

I’ve often heard that some middle-aged women complain that they have become invisible now that they are older. Maybe they mean professionally invisible within the workplace, I wouldn’t know about that as I’m no longer working, but I believe that age discrimination is as much a problem for men as women. I’ve recently just celebrated a birthday which means I’m now closer to my 60th birthday than to my 50th birthday, but I have had the opposite experience in that as I’ve got older I’ve become more confident and definitely couldn’t care less what anybody thinks of me, so different from the insecurities and worries of my younger age. Anyway, there’s a review of a book called The Invisible Woman by Helen Walmsley-Johnson which some people might find interesting.

Man Made: Why So Few Women Are in Positions of Power by Eva Tutchell and John Edmonds is about how to close the gender gap, something which seems to be more of a problem in some parts of the UK, not lucky enough to be Scotland or Wales.

Last but definitely not least – there’s an article about Audrey Hepburn – Frozen Beauty. There’s an exhibition of rare photographs of her, sadly it’s at the National Portrait Gallery in London. Maybe it’ll get to Edinburgh or Glasgow sometime in the future.

Some Links

I knew that the author Rosamunde Pilcher lived near Dundee but i hadn’t realised that it was actually Invergowrie that she had her home built. It’s up for sale now and if you’re interested you should have a look at the link below, her house is gorgeous. As you can see it has an outdoor swimming pool, Rosamunde must have been a hardy soul, although the sea in Cornwall where she grew up must have been freezing cold too. I don’t blame her for settling in Invergowrie, it is a beautiful area and happens to be where my youngest son works.

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Changing subject completely, I was surprised to read the obituary of Madame Carven in today’s Guardian. I had no idea that she was still alive, she was 105. I didn’t really know anything about her fashion designs but as a person who really doesn’t like heavy perfumes – in fact I always hold my breath when going through the perfume department in any stores, otherwise I’m in real danger of having a three day long migraine triggered off by the ghastly pongs – Madame Carven’s Ma Griffe was the only one which I’ve ever loved and I had no ill effects with it, I’m not even sure if it’s still available as I haven’t seen it for years.

Favourite Words from the Guardian Review

If you’re at all interested in words you might be interested in reading this article from this week’s Guardian Review section. Various people were asked about their favourite words. It’s amazing how many of the favourites are of a Scottish/Irish origin, but maybe that says more about the people chosen to contribute to the article.

Do you have any favourite words? I’ve always had a penchant for lagoon. I don’t really know why, apart from that it conjures up a beautiful image of clear blue-green water, exotic and warmish – for me anyway.

From the Guardian

We’ve been fairly busy since Peggy flew in from Pittsburgh on Wednesday, but today we had a lazy day after such a tiring one on Saturday when we went to the antiques fair at Ingliston in Edinburgh and also to the huge booksale at St Andrew’s and St George’s church in Edinburgh’s George Street. If you’re in the city you should look in there, it continues until the end of the week I believe.

So today I had time to catch up with the Guardian’s Review section, here are a few articles which I found interesting.

In this article some well known authors write about the children’s books which shaped their imaginations.

I was really interested in this article by Julia Blackburn about John Craske, a little-known Norfolk artist who turned to embroidery in later life.

You probably heard that the crime writer Ruth Rendell died during the week. Jeanette Winterson and Val McDermid write about her here.

On Friday we went to visit the crime writer James Oswald on his farm in Fife and he was very generous with his time, showing us his sheep and Highland cattle. I hope to have some photos from that visit to show you soon.

From the Guardian Review

Eric Ravilious Train Landscape

In Saturday’s Guardian Review section Michael Prodger wrote about Eric Ravilious who was a World War 2 war artist who didn’t survive the conflict. You can read the article here. I’ve always loved his art but all I have of his is a Wedgwood dinner plate which was designed by him. Prodger seems to think that Ravilious’s paintings of England were of a place which never really existed but the Train Landscape above brings back memories for me of sitting in a train compartment exactly like that one, going to visit an aunt in Sussex. The only difference is that the chalk figure picked out on the hillside was the Long Man of Wilmington, not a horse. You can see more work by Ravilious here.

Sarah Crompton writes about Poldark, old and new, here.

And if you’re interested in Orson Welles and particularly Citizen Kane you might be interested in reading this article by Peter Bradshaw.

Rachel Ray by Anthony Trollope

Rachel Ray by Anthony Trollope was first published in 1863.

Luke Rowan is a young man who has inherited a half share of a brewery in Baslehurst and when he goes to the town with the intention of playing a full part in the business he discovers that the other partner, a much older man, is antagonised by the thought of a youngster trying to tell him how to run his business. In fact Mr Tappitt is surprised that Luke Rowan even exists as he had been under the impression that when his partner died then the business would all be in his hands. Luke realises that the beer which is brewed there is truly ghastly stuff and knows he can make far more of a profit if he can take charge.

Mrs Tappitt expects to marry one of her daughters off to Luke but he falls in love with Rachel Ray who is the youngest daughter of a widow who has two daughters, the older one is a young widow called Mrs Prime and she is a miserable evangelical Christian who enjoys thinking the worst of everyone, including her sister. When Mrs Prime sees Rachel talking with Luke she concludes that there is an improper liaison between them and the ensuing gossip coupled with the Tappitts’ anger leads to him leaving the town.

Mrs Ray and Mrs Prime both have spiritual advisors. Mr Comfort is the old vicar from whom Mrs Ray asks for advice and Mr Prong fulfills the same duty for Mrs Prime. I just love the way Trollope names his characters leaving no doubt as to what he thinks of them himself.

Mr Prong is an evangelical minister who enjoys the adoration of a group of women called the Dorcas Society, they spend their spare time making small pieces of clothing for the deserving poor, and pulling the reputations of their neighbours apart. When Mr Prong asks Mrs Prime to marry him she is at first quite taken with the idea, it would mean that she would have the highest standing amongst the other women. But since her first husband’s early death she has been comfortably off and an independent woman, it’s a situation which she isn’t keen to give up.

Mrs Prime asks about to find out if she can hold on to her own money if she marries Mr Prong and when she discovers that her money would be legally his to do with as he wishes she asks him to allow her to have control of her money. It’s a situation which he is not willing to accept and he takes umbrage, feeling that his wife should trust him with her money. Mr Comfort thinks that Mr Prong is very likely to run off with the money the minute he is married, leaving his wife abandoned and destitute, apparently it was a common occurrence.

I really enjoyed this one which was originally supposed to be published as a serial in a Christian magazine but due to Trollope’s attitude to the clergy they declined to publish it. Mrs Prime and Mr Prong are similar to the characters of Mrs Proudie and Mr Slope from the Barchester series.

I’m quite surprised that Rachel Ray is not as popular as it should be, There’s quite a lot of comedy in it and I love that Trollope was fighting for the rights of middle-class women who by law were completely at their husbands’ mercy financially and had no right to own and control their own property. Trollope’s observations on humans are absolutely spot on, he could have been a psychologist, if such a being had existed in his day, we’re lucky that it wasn’t an option open to him otherwise we wouldn’t have had his books.

At the moment I’m half-way through Orley Farm which appeared as a favourite in the Guardian’s Trollope article recently which you can see here. So far though it isn’t getting close to being one of my favourites.

I read Rachel Ray as part of Karen @ Books and Chocolate’s Trollope Centennial Celebration.

Anthony Trollope – from the Guardian

To mark the 200th anniversary of Anthony Trollope’s birth the Guardian Review has asked some writers to select their favourite of his works. If you’re interested you can read the article here.

I’ve already read a lot of the books mentioned as favourites but I haven’t read Orley Farm so I think I’ll be choosing that one for my next Trollope read.

The Debate and – call me Dave

The photo below is one which appeared on the front page of the Guardian the day after the much debated debate took place. As soon as I saw it I said to Jack ‘That man still has his hand in his pocket!’ It could have been worse, it’s usually both hands which ‘call me Dave’ has hidden away. I dread to think what they’re doing.

This seems to be what they learn at Eton, along with it being acceptable to walk around dressed as a Nazi – a la Prince Harry. To me it all looks like the height of arrogance, and to be fair, that is probably what people do send their offspring to posh private schools for – cultivating an air of superiority. It doesn’t go down at all well with me though.

aDave's hand

So I was really happy when I got to Steve Bell’s Guardian cartoon to see that he obviously had the same feeling about the photo as I did, as you can see below, he should have kept to the usual hand in pocket stance though.

Elsewhere on the internet, there’s a wee girl who thinks Cameron looks like this Thomas the Tank engine train, who apprently goes under the name of Spencer the silver express. I sort of see what she means.

We’ve got over a month to go of all this shenanigans, I’m going to attempt to keep myself sane by having a laugh!

Reading Update and Anthony Trollope

I’ve been busy continuing my journey through Anthony Trollope’s long list of books, I’ve just finished reading Rachel Ray which I started to read as Karen @Books and Chocolate is having a bit of a Trollope bicentennial event next month. You can still sign up for it here. I surprised myself by romping through the book much faster than expected, I really liked it but I’ll write about it later, meanwhile I’m thinking about which Trollope to read next, any suggestions?

I’ve just begun to read Bill Bryson’s Notes from a Small Island. He’s in the south of England and so far everything which he is talking about is particularly English, so his observations are much like mine were when we moved down there. Why do English men talk constantly about roads and the best route to take from A to B? It’s a mystery. By coincidence there’s a Bill Bryson interview in Saturday’s Guardian review, you can read it here if you’re interested. A follow up to Notes from a Small Island is being published in the Autumn.

Single novels (the ones in bold are the ones I’ve read so I’ve still got a lot to go.)

The Macdermots of Ballycloran (1847)
The Kellys and the O’Kellys (1848)
La Vendée: An Historical Romance (1850)
The Three Clerks (1858)
The Bertrams (1859)
Castle Richmond (1860)
Orley Farm (1862)
The Struggles of Brown, Jones & Robinson (1862)
Rachel Ray (1863)
Miss Mackenzie (1865)
The Belton Estate (1866)
The Claverings (1867)
Nina Balatka (1867)
Linda Tressel (1868)
He Knew He Was Right (1869)
The Vicar of Bullhampton (1870)
Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite (1871)
Ralph the Heir (1871)
The Golden Lion of Granpère (1872)
Harry Heathcote of Gangoil (1874)
Lady Anna (1874)
The Way We Live Now (1875)
The American Senator (1877)
Is He Popenjoy? (1878)
John Caldigate (1879)
An Eye for an Eye (1879)
Cousin Henry (1879)
Ayala’s Angel (1881)
Doctor Wortle’s School (1881)
The Fixed Period (1882)
Kept in the Dark (1882)
Marion Fay (1882)
Mr. Scarborough’s Family (1883)
The Landleaguers (1883)
An Old Man’s Love (1884)

Chronicles of Barsetshire

The Warden (1855)
Barchester Towers (1857)
Doctor Thorne (1858)
Framley Parsonage (1861)
The Small House at Allington (1864)
The Last Chronicle of Barset (1867)

Palliser novels

Can You Forgive Her? (1865)
Phineas Finn (1869)
The Eustace Diamonds (1873)
Phineas Redux (1874)
The Prime Minister (1876)
The Duke’s Children (1880)