There used to be a beautiful garden on the corner of our road. Not the sort of cottagey, lush, chaotic garden I’d rather like myself but a traditional, rather formal combination of greensward and floribunda roses with a few tastefully placed specimen shrubs. There was also a gleaming penny farthing as a feature, incongruous but appealing, always delicately outlined with tiny fairy lights at Christmas.
The creator moved away last year and yesterday the new occupants committed an act of dire destruction. Diggers arrived and the entire garden had gone by 11am. Perhaps the owners are going to create something wonderful themselves. Judging by the number of huge white delivery sacks sagging in the wreckage, however, I suspect that they want something low maintenance – a parking lot, for example.
Far be it from me to decry progress or personal freedom of choice. The new owners clearly need something other than a formal garden and fair enough; it is their property. Nonetheless, I wept over the glorious rose bushes which I hope have at least reached the municipal composter and I find myself asking questions about our responsibility to the community in our public acts. That garden gave me great joy and I used to tell the creator so when he was out there tending it. He still lives locally so he will have the pain of seeing that his work has been destroyed. How much should we reign in our personal desires out of consideration for others? A big question. How much value should we put on that which already exists when it stands in the way of something new? It’s a question which town planners and developers constantly battle with and which Capability Brown and his sponsors didn’t seem to consider at all!
What has all this to do with children’s books?!
The other day I did one of my occasional reccies in Waterstones. What’s being promoted, what’s new, what haven’t I read that I should have etc etc. To be honest, I was appalled. There was nothing like the wide selection carried by my local independent. That’s normal but this time the range was even narrower than usual and the blocks of books by the usual suspects were vast. More shocking, in my opinion, was the increased shelf-space given over to the Snot and Bogey brigade. The desperation to publish books that boys will read is getting alarming. Humour revolves around poo and flatulence (we now have the adventures of a farting dog, for goodness sake!) and history is degenerating into pisstory. I’ve recently had a short fictionalised biography of Elizabeth 1st published. ('Elizabeth 1st - The Story of the Last Tudor Queen') Imagine my delight at my most recent school visit when I was approached by a child who wanted to ask a question about it. And the question? Was it true that Elizabeth 1st had used the first toilet ever? Elizabeth 1st must be one of the most formidable personalities our national history offers – and a child’s interest has somehow been reduced to where she went to the loo!
It seems to me that what happened to my neighbour’s garden is happening to children’s literature. In pursuing current agendas (getting boys to read at any cost, for example) we’re trashing a great tradition. I think of the heritage that lies behind the early readers that are being churned out now and I’m asking questions. I’m a left-wing, liberal, armchair revolutionary but I’m also a Christian (albeit a heretical one!) and I’m thinking about what it says in Philippians 4: 8 ...’whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excelle
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I have three professional lives:
1. As an author
2. As a creative practitioner, engaged in a whole range of free-lance projects, from one day author visits, to term long residencies, to drama/literacy workshops in museums and other locations.
3. As the director of a youth theatre.
Today, I write from life 3, with about 20 minutes left before the arts centre foyer starts filling up with 75 young people, aged 5 – 16, about to perform their second and final night of the Mill Youth Theatre Showcase. Last night went very well, with only one glitch when I suddenly got a message from the technician – one of my most senior members had managed to get himself hand-cuffed in the Green Room! My mind instantly flew to that ghastly scene with the cuffs, the axe, the water and a desperate Leonardo ‘Titanic’ but as I was stage managing as well as directing there was nothing I could do. ‘But there are no handcuffs in this show!’ I protested ‘There are now,’ said the teccie, sardonically. It was left to the house manager, the bar staff and the jewellery teacher (rudely plucked with file from her class) to attempt to get the demented boy out of the things and to stop insisting that if they didn’t Meg would kill him! Fortunately, he’d locked himself in by only one wrist so in the end they gave up, strapped it out of the way with elastic bands and told him to put on his sweatshirt to cover it. Let’s hope he really has learned not to play with the props now! We’ll move the footlights too – that way we might avoid the heart-stopping moment when one character kicked over a chair and nearly smashed one! Oof. My hair is greyer today.
So what’s all this go to do with life number 1? Collaboration, that’s what. Long ago, when I took this job on with just 3 members of an ailing youth theatre, I decided that the only way forward was to become a devising company. We would make up our own plays. That way we’d avoid the painful problem of children learning scripts and then ‘delivering’ them, rather than speaking in a normal, (if loud!) manner. We’d also be able to avoid ‘main parts’ and kids hanging around getting bored. My aim would be to keep everyone on task for as much time as was humanly possible and for every child to be involved as much as they possibly could be. In any case – how many plays suitable for children to perform, do you find with casts of between 8 and 16 characters, with all the parts reasonably equally weighted?
That was the thinking – the result has surpassed my wildest dreams. Ten years later, we have 6 mini companies within The Mill Youth Theatre, all producing their own devised performances twice a year. At first I hunted desperately for stories suitable for adaptation – but even that was difficult. Now, however, we start with a stimulus – music, a picture, some impro, a story – and we take it from there. It can be very scary. At about week 3, I am always panicking that this story isn’t going to come together and we won’t have a play. I certainly thought that this term, especially with the story about the ghostly lighthouse that appears and disappears at random and traps people inside it! It sounds perfectly reasonable now but it didn’t at the time!
But my point is that the stories the children devise with my help are far more imaginative and unusual than anything I could come up with on my own. They amaze me. And so I have begun to revise my view of such companies as Working Partners and their method of creation. We know that they are very successful – and I can see why. A group will come up with far more ideas than an individual will – and with far more creative solutions to plot problems. On occasions we vote for the next step in the story – we did for the end of our creepy play about ‘The Blue Hands’, inspired by a photograph 'Hand of Betty', by local artist Steve Gold, www.stevegold.co.uk and ended with the ‘good’ Blue Hand turning out to be a trickster with her own agenda for overthrowing the Blue Handed regime –
I am often appalled at what appears on the library shelves and even in our local independent bookshop. It has been that way for a long time. Books here seem to fall into one of two categories - the sort of book you are talking about and the sort of book which is intended to teach children about an "issue", usually a social issue. When I suggested that children sometimes wanted to lose themselves in a good book I was told that this was a "waste of time".
I am now wondering whether writing an adventure type story was a mistake!
The story about the garden is terribly sad. Awful. I hope the new owners put in one even better....it's the least they can do. But re the rubbish there is about, I know how you feel. I've read a few books lately that just made my heart sink and it's not that there hasn't always been rubbish around, it's just the the proportions are different when it comes to the stocking and visibility of GOOD STUFF. I know there IS good stuff out there but somehow it doesn't have the visibility and presence of the rubbish, which is I suppose easier to sell. This wouldn't matter quite so much were it not for the fact that non-visibility means lower sales and lower sales means: the writer of the wonderful, invisible book will not be given another contract to write another terrific novel. It's all very sad. I thought it was just me and a consequence of old age, etc but clearly not! Thanks for a very interesting post.
Exactly. All of that. Cat, I really hope it wasn't a mistake to write an adventure story - I don't think so because there are some great adventure stories out there. My kids' book group loved 'Chasing Vermeer' and 'Framed'.Adele, you're so right - it's the proportions. We know there's wonderful stuff being written (and going out of print too fast) but it's becoming invisible. Hidden by piles of poo. Old age, Adele? - pah!!!!
Tricky to respond to this, as my best-selling book by far is called 1001 Horrible Facts. And the only commission I have for this summer is a book for Barrington Stoke that is a follow-up to Grim, Gross and Grisly. Are these books rubbish? I don't think so, but I'm open to persuasion.
Firstly, they are non-fiction. They are not stories about farts and poo, they contain carefully researched facts about humans (in one case) and all aspects of the natural world and history (in the other). They provide small gobbets of amusing or amazing information that I hope will open a child's eyes to the wonders of the world around them. Because it IS wonderful (in the sense of wonder-inducing) that there are some animals that eat their mates, or that people in some countries make a drink from rotting seagulls, or that if you could stretch out your gut it would be 9 metres long. Maybe we would prefer children to be amazed at something more pleasant. But perhaps that will come later if they have had the doors to reading, science and history opened for them - or at least left ajar so that they can peek through.
Good point, Stroppy Author - and I'm certainly not knocking some books in the gross and grisly genre. But my quick scan the other day suggested that the quality is getting lower and lower - what was a clever and wacky idea for making the glories of our planet and our history engaging, has become, in some instances, a cheap trick.
Things go in waves don't they? The Horrible Histories are clever, funny and well-researched - as well as concentrating on the horrible - but then it seems like everything has to be put into the "yuk" mould because of their success. When fantasy was huge, it seemed that every piece of historical fiction had to have a "magic" element to it.
Maybe if one fairly straight, historical adventure story makes it really big, that too will set off a new trend.
And I feel really sad about the garden too :(
I'm ambivalent about the snot 'n' bogey brigade. Or rather, I think it varies a good deal in quality (I really like Captain Underpants, but farts and poo are obviously the very stuff of cheap laughs and faux subversiveness too).
In its historical incarnation, I suppose you can see this as a manifestation of the movement for "history from below" (as it were). Over the last couple of generations school history lessons have shifted from "kings and battles" to social history - and in that context sewage and sanitary arrangements are genuinely important subjects! In fact, Sir John Harington's flushing toilet (the one used by Elizabeth) took pride of place in a documentary on domestic living I happened to catch just a couple of weeks ago. If he'd had the foresight to invent the U-bend as well, he might be up there with Edison, rather than being known as the translator of Orlando Furioso.
But I'm not really disagreeing with you. I'm old-fashioned enough to think that a decent knowledge of Queen Elizabeth should extend to other fundamentals.
Yes, good points one and all. I think that's a very interesting reflection, Charlie - the up side of all this is that at least we are seeing a different strata of history. Talking of which, the 'Dirt' exhibition at The Wellcome Foundation is interesting. I realised I know far too much about dirt already to learn an awful lot but I still found it very thought-provoking and would recommend it - especially as its free, appropriately enough.