|Not Big Ned’s Finest Hour|
There’s been a thread on the LinkedIn board for Historical Writers asking whether or not we do our own research. It’s had dozens of replies and although I haven’t read every one they all said the same thing as I did. Research is half the fun! When I was researching Lady Rascal, I was looking through a local newspaper archive for ideas and found the cautionary tale of a man in Georgian Bath who visited his brother, who happened to be eating his dinner. Cheerfully offering a chunk from the roast, the host went to pass the carving knife. He dropped it, and slashed his femoral artery. The poor man was dead in minutes. From family visit to bloodbath…talk about truth being stranger than fiction.
I haven’t written any historical fiction for a while. After listening to Carol McGrath and Pamela Hartshorne speak here, the idea of writing my own timeslip novel has been brewing in my mind. Silence and solitude helps me come up with ideas, so at this stage of research I spend long periods out in the greenhouses or garden. I didn’t have much luck doing that this week though, as there were some brilliant history documentaries on TV.
First up was Michael Wood with Alfred of Wessex. The photography was stunning, and as always Michael Wood’s enthusiasm for his subject draws you in then tugs you along until you’re completely absorbed. It’s always such a shame when his programmes end but good news–it’s available online, with another episode on Tuesday, 19th August. See here for details
Then it was Dr. Susannah Lipscomb’s Henry and Anne: The Lovers Who Changed History. I have two terrible confessions to make about this. I grew up in a staunchly White Rose household (Family Motto: Nos spoliatum :D) so Tudor-mania was something that happened to other people. The second shameful secret is that I only watched this because the guy playing Henry VIII (Jack Hawkins) bears an uncanny resemblance to the current Bishop of Tewkesbury. Well, in my overheated imagination, anyway. I didn’t care for the presentation of this drama-documentary (apart from the bits with the Bishop of..sorry, King Henry in) but it sparked a great family discussion afterwards. That gave me several ideas for further research, which may or may not prove productive.
TV saved the absolute gem until last. If you haven’t watched Dominic Smee’s battlefield promotion from mild-mannered IT specialist to Last Real King of England (oops- a bit of “automatic typing” there by my father), then get a load of this. Nothing I can write could possibly do him justice, except to say if you see a guy walking around Tamworth with his underpants on the outside, then that’ll be Dominic–the Superman of re-enactment societies everywhere.
So now it’s over to you. Which historical period do you like reading about? The pre-and-post Battle of Hastings world of Michael Wood and Carol McGrath, the Tudor turbulence of writers like Phillippa Gregory, or England’s very own Game of Thrones?