Friday, September 23, 2011

Light of the World

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Hild is done (for now). She has a working title: Light of the World. (Subtitle, if novels had such things, might be something like The woman at the heart of war, politics, and religion in seventh century Britain.)

The book, volume one of three, is huge: 963 pages, 197,878 words (excluding the title).

I've sent it off to my agent. She'll get back to me with suggestions, in terms of possible cuts. (With something this length, they're always looking for cuts. It wouldn't shock me if they suggested I cut it in two and publish as separate volumes. I just don't know if I'll listen...)

Now I start looking for expert readers. Key word = expert. This is not a finished work. It still needs shaping. The input I need now is from those who know some aspect/s of the period, Britain 617 - 631 CE: politics, monetary systems, trade, health, family relationships, religion, flora and fauna, war gear, liturgy, metallurgy, textiles... Anything and everything, really. [ETA: Also languages, Old Irish, Old English, and Latin in particular.]

For example, there are two lengthy scenes set in Gipswīc. It mentions trade goods, coinage, exchange rates, food, slavery, elite hierarchy, etc. There's a lot of potential, in just those scenes, to get things laughably wrong. And I have no doubt I do. Some of it will be easy to fix. Some of, given the story, might not be fixable.

If you think you can help, if you're willing to read nearly a thousand manuscript pages of rip-roaring fiction (life, death, politics, nature, sex, violence, grief, joy) and not forward the ms. around to all your friends, if you're willing to accept that the needs of fiction sometimes clash with the facts, please email me or drop a comment to that effect. I can send you a raw .doc file. I can promise that I'll do my utmost to take your input and use it (with deference to the exigencies of story) and I'll thank you in the acknowledgements. (Actually, in the interests of full disclosure, if you're an expert, and are reading this, I probably also read you--so it's likely I'll be acknowledging your expertise anyway, ha. So, okay, I'll also think of some other nifty Thank You.)

I can say this without blushing: I'm a good novelist. This book, though, is a stretch. I've never written a coming of age story, never written from the point of view of a child, never written historical fiction. I need all the help I can get.

I've done my best to get things right. I've had to make some dubious choices here and there for the sake of story (I've mentioned already some of the heinousness regarding music and Fursey). What happens isn't impossible, but some of it is rather, ah, unlikely.

What kind of novel is this? It's difficult to describe because I've never seen anything like it. Imagine Kristin Lavransdatter meets Game of Thrones (only without the dragons). It's epic in every way. Except for actually being an epic in the accepted lit-tech sense: it isn't from multiple viewpoints; Hild is in every scene. So it's an "intimate novel of character painted on an epic canvas." With warlords, priests, and kings. And anxious reeves, stressed out seers, and beleaguered queens. Plus some slaves and farmwives and scops. And more trees than you can shake a stick at. And rivers and oceans and rills and burns and becks, and seals and cows and crows and otters and herons, and death and destruction and famine and plague (well, not plague plague--or maybe just a hint of a possibility of it, in Kent, once--just illness and cattle murrain). And song, and heroism, and gold-and-sparkly-jewels, and plotting...

If I were Empress of the Universe, and if this were a graphic novel not, ahem, a literary work of wide popular appeal, I'd call it: Butcher Bird! (Everything you know about the 7th C is Rong!) Because you don't get to be famous by being all sweetness and light.

But, oof, I'm getting punchy. So I'll leave you with this photo of carnelians, to which Hild is passionately attached. In the book, they're a political gift from the infant Rhianmelldt to the child Hild. I don't specify the hows and whys in the text, but I imagine they were acquired by numeri in Greco-Roman Egypt, then brought to Hadrian's Wall on deployment, passed down through generations (or stolen, or retrieved from a hoard or accidentally-unearthed grave goods, or...), ending up with the British elite. I am also passionately attached to these beads; I own them. (Supposedly they're 1st century Greco-Roman grave goods, dug up from an Egyptian oasis.)

Photo: Jennifer Durham

Friday, September 16, 2011

Britain After Rome, Robin Fleming

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(This is a cross-post from my Ask Nicola blog.)

Thanks to a generous reader, I now have a copy of Robin Fleming's Britain After Rome: The Fall and Rise, 400 to 1070. (I talk about why I wanted it so much here.) Yesterday, after lunch, before I went back to working on Hild, I flipped through it. I was struck by this statement on page 175:

Hartlepool's abbess Hild had learned the religious life from her sister--the mother of the king of the East Angles and a nun--who had trained at a Frankish monastery...

Bearing in mind that Fleming's book is largely based on material culture, I'm sorely puzzled. I don't understand how the above inference can be drawn from archaeology. Especially as it directly contradicts Bede:

When she decided to abandon the secular life and serve God alone, she went to the province of the East Angles, whose king was her kinsman; for having renounced her home and all that she possessed, she wished if possible to travel on from there into Gaul, and to live an exile for our Lord's sake in the monastery of Cale, so that she might the more easily attain her eternal heavenly home. For her sister Hereswith, mother of Aldwulf, King of the East Angles, was already living there as a professional nun and awaiting her eternal crown. Inspired by her example, Hilda remained in the province a full year, intending to join her overseas; but she was recalled by Bishop Aidan and was granted one hide of land on the north bank of the River Wear, where she observed the monastic rule with a handful of companions for another year.1

As I say, I was just flipping through it. It might be that there's some explanation, some interesting archaeological trail I'm unaware of. That would be thrilling. But right now I have a sinking feeling that she's just imagining.

Just imagining is fine. It is, after all, what I do for a living. But I'm a novelist. This book is presented as a narrative history. I have difficulty accepting that Hild learnt from her sister. In their adult lives, the two sisters follow two different religious traditions. Hereswith was either at Faramoutiers, which, though run under the Rule of Columbanus, was founded in a time and place much steeped in Roman culture (material and otherwise), or, possibly (though much later--it wasn't founded until 658), Chelles. Both would have been under the authority of Roman Christian bishops. Hild, on the other hand, led Hartlepool and Whitby, under Bishop Aidan, who was Ionian-trained, as 'Celtic' a Christian as it was possible to be.

As I don't think Hild learnt from her sister, I'm now going to worry that I have to be sceptical about all her statements regarding eras with which I have no real familiarity. (Almost everything. I know the seventh century well enough to play Jeopardy, maybe, that is, until 680, when Hild dies...)

So if anyone out there has read the book, I'd love to be reassured. I've been looking forward to this one!

1 HE iv.23, trans. Leo Sherley-Price