Kirstie is returned from a holiday on Jersey and I let it slip that I was there once. She's full of questions. "Where did you stay?" "Who did you go with?" "Did you fly?" And I want to say. "Are you writing my biography?" but I'm too well brought up for that kind of gruff Evelyn Waughism and fend her off with, "It was half a century ago."
Talking about things being a long time ago I'm reading a well-reviewed modern novel set in the late 19th century- and it's spoiled for me by the multiplicity of false notes. Characters are continually doing and saying things that would have had their companions' eyes popping out and hair standing on end if they'd done and said them in the supposed period. Just one example: a lady's companion asks a Liberal politician of whom she disapproves if Mr Gladstone is still "consorting with hookers." Remember Liza Doolittle's "not bloody likely"? Well this is leagues beyond that- yet nobody turns a hair. Also "hooker" is an Americanism- barely heard in Britain before the second-half of the 20th century. The word a well-bred young lady wouldn't have dreamed of saying to a gentleman is "tart".
Oh, and where are all the domestic servants? Every middle-class household had domestic servants- even if they couldn't really afford them.
I was born 50 years after the death of Queen Victoria- I knew Victorians- I had them in my family- and for me it's a living world. I know instinctively how it works. I feel it on my pulses. But for this writer it's as gone, gone gone as Thebes the Golden- a fancy-dress environment into which she inserts 21st century people.
I feel old.
Talking about things being a long time ago I'm reading a well-reviewed modern novel set in the late 19th century- and it's spoiled for me by the multiplicity of false notes. Characters are continually doing and saying things that would have had their companions' eyes popping out and hair standing on end if they'd done and said them in the supposed period. Just one example: a lady's companion asks a Liberal politician of whom she disapproves if Mr Gladstone is still "consorting with hookers." Remember Liza Doolittle's "not bloody likely"? Well this is leagues beyond that- yet nobody turns a hair. Also "hooker" is an Americanism- barely heard in Britain before the second-half of the 20th century. The word a well-bred young lady wouldn't have dreamed of saying to a gentleman is "tart".
Oh, and where are all the domestic servants? Every middle-class household had domestic servants- even if they couldn't really afford them.
I was born 50 years after the death of Queen Victoria- I knew Victorians- I had them in my family- and for me it's a living world. I know instinctively how it works. I feel it on my pulses. But for this writer it's as gone, gone gone as Thebes the Golden- a fancy-dress environment into which she inserts 21st century people.
I feel old.
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Date: 2016-08-03 10:28 am (UTC)I knew people born in the 19th century. I knew people who were Jewish boat refugees to Sweden during the occupation of Denmark in WWII. I remember all these things by proxy, simply because somebody bothered to tell me about their lives - and I bothered to listen.
Perhaps some day I'll tell somebody about what it was like living in the 20th century - and that knowledge might be carried into the 22nd century! Imagine that...
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Date: 2016-08-03 12:31 pm (UTC)I went to Jersey more recently than you, but long enough ago that we went on a Dan Air plane with propellers.
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Date: 2016-08-03 12:36 pm (UTC)Kirstie talked about visiting the tunnels the Germans built- using slave labour. I did that too. nastiest, most oppressive place I've ever been...
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Date: 2016-08-03 01:43 pm (UTC)My seventeenth century is somewhere I couldn't bear to read as a novel setting.
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Date: 2016-08-04 12:24 am (UTC)Yeah, that jumps out like neon.
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