The Scarecrow and His Servant by Philip Pullman

Published: November 3rd 2005
Goodreads badgePublisher: Corgi Yearling
Pages: 230
Format: Book
Genre: Junior Fiction
★   ★   ★   ★ – 4 Stars

One night there was a thunderstorm. A tattered scarecrow stood in the wind and rain, taking no notice . . . until a bolt of lightning struck his turnip head. The scarecrow blinked with surprise and came to life.
So begins the story of the Scarecrow, a courteous but pea-brained fellow with grand ideas. He meets a boy, Jack, who becomes his faithful servant, and they set out to journey to Spring Valley together. Along the way there’s no end of excitement – battle and shipwreck, brigands and tricksters – and it’s up to Jack time after time to save the day.

After yesterdays grand post I feel a nice short one is in order. I also cannot believe I haven’t reviewed a Pullman book yet! This must be rectified. And since we are making it nice and short, no Dark Materials this time, but they will come I assure you; maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday.

The Scarecrow and His Servant is an absurd story but it is fun and light-hearted even when it covers the occasional unpleasant topic. These unpleasant topics are not adult or grotesque in any way, but rather have the ability to be blunt on occasions. This is masked I suppose by the madness and jovial absurdness in characters, and also in the occasional sentimental and touching moments as well, all combining to make the story realistic (as it can be) within the created narrative.

The story starts with the creation of a scarecrow and the discovery of this scarecrow by a young boy. Together they have adventures and get into trouble and become friends. The scarecrow is a combination of grand optimism, ignorance and simple dimwittedness. The young boy Jack has some sense in him, and is often having to talk the scarecrow out of trouble he’s gotten in to. And, naturally because everyone is as mad and absurd as each other, his strange explanations are perfectly acceptable.

There is a fairytale quality about this story which Pullman is brilliant at doing, he adds magic and surrealism to real life places and circumstances that tweaks reality a little but keeps everything else alone. I rather enjoyed this book, it was different and curious, but there was moments in the story that seemed so obscure and strange that you just had to go along with it. Some moments in the scarecrow and Jack’s adventures are heartwarming, while others are dangerous and seems quite stupid. It is best to remember that this is in fact a scarecrow and a child, no matter how in control either of them seem to be. And the fact no one notices/minds the walking talking scarecrow is another thing you don’t really notice until you think about it and then it just becomes something you accept.

I particularly liked the ending, after the mystery and tangents and questions it was nice to see some form of resolution. With all the characters and friends the scarecrow and Jack come across it is a fitting ending given their strange journey, and Pullman manages to bring the story round from its madness very well indeed. Despite being a children’s book I think with its twists and turns, adventure and suspense the story is engaging for everyone and it adds a bit of silliness which, when done as well as this, is never a bad thing.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Birthday

Today we wish
Charlotte Brontë happy birthday, she would have been the ripe old age of 197 so we are honouring this with a look at Jane Eyre.
Brontë was born on April 21 1816 and there were six Brontë’s altogether, five daughters and a brother. Charlotte was one of the three Brontë sisters who tried their hand at writing, and set forth the future where I forever get names mixed up. When I was younger I could never remember if Jane Eyre or Charlotte Brontë was the name of the book (I blame Jane Austen for adding to this confusion, but I am in part thankful for the other Brontë sisters for making me remember there was multiple Brontë’s) But that was teenage me, adult me read this book and was able to see Brontë has encapsulated rather well the life and thoughts of Jane.

It is interesting to see who gets remember from the family and for why. I must say I always forget about dear Anne, who had works published like her sisters, yet she does not seem to be as remembered. The sad thing about the Brontë family is that out of the six children, three died within ten months of one another. This was after the two eldest girls Maria and Elizabeth did not make it to adulthood. After that tragedy brother Branwell and sisters Emily and Anne all passed away, they were only in their late 20s or early 30s at the time.

Charlotte had Jane Eyre published in 1847, two years before the death or her siblings. What I found interesting about Brontë when I first was introduced to her was that she wrote Jane Eyre under the pen name Currer Bell. You don’t get many people using pen names these days, though I can name exceptions. But there is also not as much need these days, certainly not for the simple fact that a woman was writing a book. This was not her only pen name she had others as well, as did her sisters. Charlotte did reveal hers later on though, apparently as rumours spread the sister’s works were written by the same person.

Published: February 4th 2003
Goodreads badgePublisher: Penguin
Pages: 507
Format: Book
Genre: Literature
★   ★   ★  – 3 Stars

Orphaned into the household of her Aunt Reed at Gateshead, subject to the cruel regime at Lowood charity school, Jane Eyre nonetheless emerges unbroken in spirit and integrity. 
She takes up the post of governess at Thornfield, falls in love with Mr. Rochester, and discovers the impediment to their lawful marriage in a story that transcends melodrama to portray a woman’s passionate search for a wider and richer life than Victorian society traditionally allowed.

The novel is written as a first person autobiography of a young girl through her years at school and to her older years working as a governess. Jane tells her story from her child years where she lived with her aunt and cousins and was abused, her education at Lowood school, her work as a teacher in the same school, and her move to become a governess at Thornfield Hall; all with the social commentary, emotional reactions, and themes of family, religion, forgiveness, and gender relations woven in-between.

I didn’t love this book and think it was amazing, but I enjoyed it and I can see how everyone says how powerful it is. People say being forced to read Jane Eyre is the worst way to be introduced to it, and really appreciate it. I didn’t study this in school, I studied it at University, so technically that was by choice. And I enjoyed all, well most, books I had to study so that can’t be why I don’t seem to adore it. Perhaps a reread will be needed to give it more appreciation, who knows.

Jane Eyre has also been classed as a romance novel and I do not see this at all. It is a realism novel and what little romance in this novel, is barely romance. What it is is a weird relationship between Jane and Rochester that has a strange affection and romance about it, but I still wouldn’t classify it as a romance novel. Besides, the ending seems like Brontë had to find a way to finish it with the conclusion she wanted, despite the peculiarness of it.

Jane writes, “Most true is it that ‘beauty is in the eye of the gazer.’ My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth, — all energy, decision, will, — were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me”. For Jane, Rochester had an effect on her in a different way, his features were full of interest, an interest that overcame her.

I won’t be too harsh, they do have a good relationship, it is honest and classy and proper. It is a relationship about who you are as a person rather than the idea of you or what you look like. There is a line in there that says “I am not an angel, and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself”, and that is what these characters are: they are themselves. That is why I find this a realism novel, it is a snippet of Jane’s life and who she meets and what she does, all the thoughts and feeling of a diary entry with Jane’s knowledge that people are reading it. She is writing her story for us, and that is more wonderfully grand than romantic in my mind.

Anyone who has read The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde and the early sequels can see an excellent discussion about the ending of Jane Eyre, along with the fact Fforde can confuse the life out of you and what you thought you knew about Jane Eyre. He makes you doubt your own memories of the book, that is part of its brilliance, but he also addresses an excellent explanation for the end of this book, filling in the gaps of the mystery and, magically I suppose, part of the ending, which to me felt like a deus ex machina without the presence of a deity. But I do understand how it was supposed to be powerful and “romantic” but it just was weird.

What I found remarkable when I first read this book was that Brontë/Jane addresses the reader in her work. Jane is writing her story and she is writing it as if people are reading it (are they not?) but I remember thinking how at the time of publication that it must have been different, or perhaps reading at that time was different and that acknowledging your reader was normal, however I have found it in few others to see this possible. To give it credit, there are some amazing quotes that can be taken from this novel, the one that I always remember is the first line of the last chapter, won’t tell, big spoiler, however there are others, a favourite was always “I would always rather be happy than dignified”.

As a character and love interest Rochester isn’t the most handsome of people, this is brought up through the novel, about his looks. This I think holds a lot because of how Jane and Rochester’s relationship develops from her arrival to Thornfield. She sees him as a person, she is never smitten on his looks, and she is there for her job. I particularly liked Jane’s first meeting of Rochester, the way they meet gives nothing about their positions held, their duty to one another, or at least her to him. Jane never said he is unattractive however she says say of their first encounter “I felt no fear of him, and but little shyness.  Had he been a handsome, heroic-looking young gentleman, I should not have dared to stand thus questioning him against his will, and offering my services unasked”. He even asks her later if he is hideous and she tells him “Very, sir: you always were, you know”. This simple act of Brontë’s shows the kind of person Jane is very well, she is strong, honest,  and independent of course, but she is also not afraid to speak what she thinks, and yet not in an obnoxious and forward manner either.

Jane narration is very descriptive; she has an excellent turn of phrase about her environment and the people she meets. This helps you create a rounded image of where Jane is at all the stages described in her life, as well as the people she interacts with. And of course must remember she narrates her whole life, the stories of her life with her aunt, and at school are a little bit confronting and painful, also a bit emotionally and confronting, but they are her memories, it was her life and that makes it easier to read, she is telling her story, and being a first person narration lets Brontë get away with giving her character a hard life. I didn’t intend on making this just about Jane and Rochester, there are so many more characters and stories she tells, but in the end I suppose it does come down to the pair of them. But I want you to know there are other characters and stories in jane’s life that make her who she is and influence her life. I may need another review one day to cover them, but for now we fell into the Jane/Rochester trap.

So it is on this day we say happy birthday Charlotte Brontë once more, thank you for Jane Eyre, it is a great book, people have loved it, I’m sure there are those out there who did not, but there is no mistaking it is a classic. We are here for the review but also for Charlotte, for the tough life she had losing all her siblings but she powered on, she kept writing and she has instilled herself in our minds, with characters that hold power and influence in the messages she was promoting, however intentional they were.

Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

Birthday

Happy Birthday Samuel Beckett!

In honour of Mr Beckett’s birthday I am reviewing one of his famous works, Waiting for Godot which it itself turned 60 this year. Premiering January 5 1953, Beckett’s play has gone on to become extremely popular, highly debated, and widely interpreted by many. I first read this in 2009 and since then I have adored it. I could read it over and over, and I could watch it being performed all day long. I do not know what it is but there is something in its absurdity that is so engaging and appealling. I loved its obscurity, I loved the fact it goes around in a circle, and I love the meaning and details and messages hidden through it. How people can find this play boring is beyond me.

Published: January 5th 2006
Goodreads badgePublisher: Faber and Faber
Pages: 87
Format: Book
Genre: Play
★   ★   ★   ★   ★  – 5 Stars

“Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it’s awful?” Estragon’s complaint, uttered in the first act of “Waiting for Godot”, is the playwright’s sly joke at the expense of his own play – or rather at the expense of those in the audience who expect theatre always to consist of events progressing in an apparently purposeful and logical manner towards a decisive climax. In those terms, “Waiting for Godot” – which has been famously described as a play in which “nothing happens, twice”- scarcely seems recognizable as theatre at all. As the great English critic wrote “Waiting for Godot jettisons everything by which we recognize theatre. It arrives at the custom-house, as it were, with no luggage, no passport, and nothing to declare; yet it gets through, as might a pilgrim from Mars.”

Waiting for Godot is a play, rather on the absurd side, that tells the story of two men, Vladimir and Estragon. We are introduced to these characters as waiting by a tree, for what for we know not. The pair muses the notion that there’s “Nothing to be done”, the implication that nothing is a thing that must be done, and we then go on to watch the pair do it. The cover of this play descibes it as a tragicomedy in two acts, and it is both tragic and comedic in all aspects. The comedy comes from the characters interactions, the dialogue, the mumbling, the circular conversations, the passersby – they are the comedy. And as far as I am concerned the tragedy aspects are the exact same things.

We get our first mention of Godot after Estragon says they should leave – ‘We can’t’ says Vladimir, ‘we’re waiting for Godot’. And thus the cycle begins. The waiting is filled with discussions about religion, hunger, sleeping, hat exchange, and the option of suicide – just to see what happens. The waiting is also interupted by the arrival of visitors through the play, these visitors do little to help the men in their mental assurences about their purpose, past, or Godot, and as a reader you too start to realise that perhaps like Wonderland, every one is mad here. These passerbys help to reveal slightly more about why Vladimir and Estragon are waiting for Godot, but the majority of the time they have their own interests and obscurities to contend with.

To some degree this story is hard to describe, you do have to read it to understand it completely without giving a completely plot breakdown, even then I can’t assure you’ll understand it. But it is well worth it, it gets you thinking, but you also are not entirely sure what about. It’s great. This play has been voted the most significant English language play in the 20th century and I don’t disagree. I know I am not exactly across the ins and outs of what the best of the best, most influential and socially criticising literature works are, but I know that others do, and when you read something you love, that has been acclaimed and loved for 60 years, than who am I to argue? I simply read it, and decided whether I liked it or not. Isn’t that all we can do with any story.

I know people like to think of people like Beckett and Kafka as being some sort of obscurist, high class, meaningful literature that cannot be enjoyed by everyone, but I think they are wrong. People are not so daft that they would not be able to take soemthing away from reading Beckett or Kafka. Whatever the intention and messages woven into these kinds of stories are meaningful, and are often good reflections on ironies and social behaviour, but what you take from any story is going to differ the person beside you, and even in a simple novel people are not always in touch with author intensions to the letter, yet people find their own ideas to take from it.

There are versions of this play being performed on YouTube if you care to see it played out for you, it can give the discussions and the scenes a lot more when you see them being performed. It also can have a greater impact I find. This play is certainly one that stays with you and I will admit, a small laugh escaped me when I say it referenced in a Jasper Fforde book. Good to know Mr Beckett is not being forgotten, happy birthday.

Newcastle Writers Festival 2013

I have gone to a few author and writers events in the past few years, not as many as some I’ll admit, but those that I have gone to have always been very useful and motivating, not only in learning about why the speaker may write, but where their ideas come from and how they themselves find inspiration. Over the weekend I attended the inaugural Newcastle Writers Festival and for their first year, it was fantastic. Unfortunately I did forget to bring my camera so rather poor quality phone camera images will have to suffice, but I wasn’t just there for the photos, I took pages and pages of notes, each little thing being soaked up from these established, and new authors lucky enough to have broken into the field I aspire to be included in.

I attended the festival with Jess from The Never Ending Bookshelf, and no doubt she will have brilliant summaries of her own; she attended an additional event to me as well so keep an eye on her page for her own thoughts, eloquently written as so many of her thoughts are. I have so much to say about the three seminars I attended I am planning on spreading them out over the next few days so as not to bombard you with a lot of excitement, but also so I can give each author and talk a well earned review.

This is the first time Newcastle has hosted a writers festival, and I must say they did an excellent job. Volunteer organiser and Herald journalist Rosemarie Milsom did a lot of work with all of the amazing volunteers, as far as I was aware the festival went off without a hitch, people were being turned away because practically everything was sold out or full. There has been a multitude of press and radio interviews surrounding it and it is all worthy. I have yet been able to attend any of the past Sydney Writers Festivals (I am aiming for this year however), but there was a distinct cosy and inviting feel with the Newcastle festival that made it seem like a friendly gathering of people rather than a daunting event where people might feel intimidated to approach their favourite authors. In the time I was there I saw many people casually chatting with authors who they had just seen speak in a seminar, and key speakers like Miriam Margoyles were just walking through the festival like everyone else, she too probably had her own seminars she wanted to attend.

I went to three sessions on the Saturday and one on Sunday. I was unable to attend opening night which was a shame, there was talk of an audio going up of Miriam’s speech, if that happens I will post it up. I was also unable stay long Sunday because I had tickets to see The Script in Sydney. But I can’t really complain about that being a reason, they too were amazing. But for those sessions I was able to attend, in each of them I discovered more about the act of writing, becoming published, and just as wonderful: the inspiration of writing. More about those sessions tomorrow!

Before we had even gone to our first session we were eying the array of books that MacLean’s Booksellers had set up; stocked high with all of the novels, the poetry, memoirs, historical books, all the works of all the authors who were attending the festival. I found myself recognising a lot of authors who I have had as creative writing lecturers in the past at uni, a few I had seen at previous writing conferences, and naturally a vast many who I had not heard of. A lot of new books and authors were added to my reading list that day, unfortunately funds meant I could only buy two, but they were the two I really wanted: Tender Morsels by Margo Lanagan and The Weight of a Human Heart by Ryan O’Neill. On the festival website there is a list of all the authors who attended, and I assure you I will be raving about those that I saw and met next time.

I have already pencilled in the dates for next year (April 4-6 2014) and given the success of this year there is no doubt it is going to become a popular event frequented by authors and readers alike. Below are a list of the sites and articles to start looking into information about the festival, all have additional information about the weekend’s proceedings. If you did not go this year there is plenty of time to start planning for next year, though how can you really look ahead when you are still basking in the amazing that was the weekend.

Newcastle Writers Festival

Newcastle Writers Festival Facebook

Newcastle Writers Festival Twitter

Newcastle Herald Article – Authors enthrall fans at festival

1233 ABC Newcastle – Writers Festival a success

Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen

Birthday
Published
: October 22nd 1998
Goodreads badgePublisher: Oxford University Press
Pages: 376
Format: Book
Genre: Fairy Tales
★   ★   ★   ★   ★  – 5 Stars

Happy Birthday Hans Christian Andersen!

I have to admit, most of my favourite fairy tales come from Hans Christian Andersen. I’m not against the Grimm Brothers by any means, but I know what I like with Andersen, with the Grimms I generally think they are all pretty good but I wouldn’t know an absolute favourite.

This favourite for Andersen is of course The Little Match Girl. I think it is one of the most beautiful and heartbreaking stories, and yet by the end Andersen brings in his own version of happily ever after which was nothing like I had ever seen before.

Knowing the Grimm’s work, I thought Andersen was greater, there was more than princesses, more than forests and enchantments; instead there were conceited kings, and there were ducklings, soldiers in love, silent mermaids, admirable princes: each with their own stories about love and sorrow and justice. There was no attempt to make life fall into place, there was no real justice for those who did wrong, and not simplistic and easy happily ever after to sooth the senses after the tragedy that had been experienced. This is why I admire Andersen so much, possible without meaning to he provides a happily ever after of simple happiness than orchestrating love and marriage and vengeance disguised as justice.

I knew more Andersen fairy tales growing up than I did Grimm, sure I watched the Disney versions of Cinderella, Snow White and knew the story of Hansel and Gretel, but at the end of the day Red Riding Hood scared me, and the idea of a prince saving me from my family, or defeating a witch had no real interest to me; the messages in The Ugly Duckling, or the Steadfast Tin-Soldier did more for my than warning me to stay on the path or defeating a witch in an edible house.

Andersen was on track to do a lot of things before he started writing fairy tales; he began working as a weaver’s apprentice before moving into the world of acting. There he discovered he had an excellent soprano voice he was accepted into the Royal Danish Theatre. This however did not come to anything as his voice changed, but this seemingly unfortunate turn of events in fact started Andersen on his writing journey. After being told he would make a good poet by a fellow company member, Andersen took this to heart and began writing, his first novel The Ghost at Palnatoke’s Grave being published in 1822.

The first fairy tale he wrote was called The Tallow Candle, in the 1820s and told the story of a candle who did not feel appreciated. He worked on many short stories as well as theatre pieces and poetry, but it is his collection of fairy tales that have made him well known in the long run; though as soon as I can track down these other works I have every intention of reading them.

The immortal fairy tales we know today were first published in 1835 consisting of nine tales, including The Tinderbox, The Princess and the Pea, Thumbelina and The Little Mermaid. New stories were added in later installments in both 1836 and 1837, however like it is with most works of genius, these did not sell well and Andersen went back to novels to get by.

His personal life is fascinating, he was a friend of Charles Dickens, and his life was filled with misfortune and great opportunities at the same time. If you really want to know more about what a troubled yet brilliant person Andersen was you can read his autobiography The Fairy Tale of My Life: An Autobiography. There have been a few film versions of his life as well, though some more fanciful than others.

Andersen paved the way for Kenneth Grahame and A. A. Milne and their stories, and Lewis Carroll and Beatrix Potter would also take their inspiration from him as well. From slow beginnings it is astonishing how loved and well known his works are, even more so than those he was known for most in his early years.

April 2nd is celebrated as International Children’s Day which I did not know until now. Reading his fairy tales are such a joy and are so moving and emotional at the same time, just as all good stories should be. Where would the world be today without the selfless little mermaid, or the child who spoke against a king, or even the simple prince who judged royalty based on a legume?

You can read a range of fairy tales from a range of authors and backgrounds at SurLaLune. It is a great website where you can find out about variations, histories and general amazing things about fairy tales we know and love, as well as those we’ve never heard of before.

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