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Monday, 8 May 2017

The Highs and Lows of Using Historical Characters.

Mixing ‘real’ people with invented ones in fiction can be tricky, as we are beginning to discover. Sometimes our inventions take on lives of their own, so much so that readers assume they are real. After a while, we start to wonder ourselves.

At the end of The Body on the Doorstep, the first Hardcastle & Chaytor mystery, we wrote an afterword to let readers know ‘what came next’, tying up the ends of the story. In the afterword we mixed real and fictional characters together. We thought we had separated out the only two real characters, J.M.W. Turner and Folliott Cornewall, but apparently not. Many of our readers were both puzzled and confused. We still get letters asking if other characters such as Shaw and Lord Clavertye are also real.

Oops.

Then there is also the question of whether the fictional characters are based on real people. Authors have been asked this question since the beginning of time (we suspect - no real research has been done by us!). People in our own small village have spent some time trying to find local models for Reverend Hardcastle in particular. (There isn’t one – we’re not stupid. We have to live here, and interact with our local clergy!)

Some of our characters may have been inspired by some characteristics of some people met in the past (note the deliberate vagueness), but the vast majority are inspired by reading history and picking character traits from a range of historical figures. Sometimes, though, it is just too tempting to use a person from history. People walk out of the pages of books, and you just have to use them. At other times the plot demands that well-known people – politicians, singers, bankers, sea captains, authors, painters and so on – appear as themselves.

J.M.W. Turner appeared ‘as himself’ in The Body on the Doorstep. We didn’t actually need a painter as such, but we did want a young man who was observant, rather impatient of authority and had freedom of movement. Someone in charge of his own work schedule, such as a painter, was perfect. Turner is known to have painted on this coast at various times in his career. At the time we were writing The Body on the Doorstep, virtually nothing was known about his whereabouts in the spring/summer of 1796. He was perfect for the story so we lifted him into the book (there was also a sneaking hope that his presence in the story might generate a little extra interest).

The Very Reverend Folliott Cornewall’s presence in The Body on the Doorstep has a much more prosaic reason. We needed a church authority figure and Cornewall’s career fitted well with Hardcastle’s back story. His move to become Bishop of Hereford was also timely. We know of nothing from history to support our version of his character, but he had no children, so hopefully there is no one around to complain!

We also toyed with the idea of inserting into a fictional character from another (now deceased) author, but decided at the last moment that it might make life too complicated. That would have meant having a real fictional character in a fictional real setting; or is it the other way around? You see what we mean.

In our latest book, The Body in the Ice, we have introduced a few more real characters, some seen and one unseen. The most famous, Jane Austen, is unseen, mentioned only in passing when we introduce her brother, Edward Austen (later Edward Austen Knight). Her ‘appearance’ is related to Hardcastle’s sister Calpurnia, who is a writer of Gothic novels.

Edward, on the other hand, is a significant figure in both The Body in the Ice and our next book, The Body in the Boat. We needed an officer of the East Kent Volunteers who would help chase down spies and other villains, and Edward was a perfect fit. Why invent a character, we reasoned, when there was a real one ready and waiting to walk on stage?

A few other historical figures appear 'off-stage' or have minor speaking parts in The Body in
the Ice too: Olaudah Equiano, the prominent anti-slavery campaigner, Lord Grenville, the Foreign Secretary (kudos to anyone who spots the Al Stewart reference), the Duke of Portland, the Home Secretary, and Rufus King, the American ambassador of the day. In The Body in the Boat, we have a few more, notably Lieutenant Newton Stark, captain of the wonderfully named Royal Navy warship Black Joke. And it turns out there really was a famous sea captain from Rye named – wait for it – Captain Haddock.

Using historical characters can be confusing in a work of fiction, we agree. It can also be fun, and make the narrative seem more real. We’ll keep doing it, and we’ll do our best to help our readers distinguish fiction from reality. Assuming we can tell the difference ourselves, of course.

The Body in the Ice by A J Mackenzie (Zaffre, out now)
Christmas Day, Kent, 1796.  On the frozen fields of Romney Marsh stands New Hall; silent, lifeless, deserted. In its grounds lies an unexpected Christmas offering: a corpse, frozen into the ice of a horse pond.  It falls to the Reverend Hardcastle, justice of the peace in St Mary in the Marsh, to investigate. But with the victim's identity unknown, no murder weapon and no known motive, it seems like an impossible task. Working along with his trusted friend, Amelia Chaytor, and new arrival Captain Edward Austen, Hardcastle soon discovers there is more to the mystery than there first appeared. With the arrival of an American family torn apart by war and desperate to reclaim their ancestral home, a French spy returning to the scene of his crimes, ancient loyalties and new vengeance combine to make Hardcastle and Mrs Chaytor's attempts to discover the secret of New Hall all the more dangerous.

Monday, 4 April 2016

Things I can't write without - David Jackson


Today on the first stop of his blog tour, David Jackson talks about the items he cannot write without.
It ought to be simple. Pen and paper. What more could you possibly need to write? Sit over there and get some words down.
Not always that easy. At least, not for me. Maybe I'm just fussy, but conditions have to be right if I'm to produce anything worth reading. I don't think I'm talking about anything extreme or weird here – I don't need to write in the nude while sitting on a space hopper, for example (that one occasion was just an experiment) – but I do have a few meagre requirements. Here they are:
Silence
This is a must for me. Some writers like to work to music. I can't do that, especially if it contains lyrics. I just end up singing along and dancing around the room and looking stupid. I can just about cope with some muted background conversation, but if it rises above a certain threshold, then be prepared for me to take drastic action (by which I mean I'll stomp out of the room in a huff).
A computer
Pen and paper? What century is this, anyway? I've tried it, and believe me, it sucks. I get aching wrists, ink all over my hands, and my writing quickly degenerates into something less readable than that produced by a chimp with a crayon.  Give me technology every time. The computer and I have an understanding. It lays its keyboard bare, ready for me to thrash it with my words. I pound my thoughts into it with impunity, and always it comes back for more. Except when its battery dies, and then I loathe it with a passion.
Tea/coffee
Hot beverages must be supplied at regular and frequent intervals. Which is a bummer when I'm the one who has to get up and make them. I mean, I have to break off my train of thought, leave my comfortable writing environment, go all the way downstairs, fill the kettle, wait for it to boil, make the damn drink, then carry it all the way back upstairs, where I'll put it on a coaster and forget to drink it – so why the hell do I bother?
A plan
A blank page (or in my case, a blank screen – see above) would bother me enormously if I
didn't have a writing plan. It would stare at me and I would stare back, until one of us started crying (so that would be me, then). It doesn’t have to be anything plotted out to the nth degree, but I do need to know where I’m going next. If I’m left to drift aimlessly, I just end up in the pub.
Family support
I don't mean any old family. I'm not saying I have to pay the Wainwrights down the road to come and cheer me on while I write. I'm talking about my own nearest and dearest. Writing isn’t the most sociable of activities (in my day job I work with computer geeks, so trust me that this is my field of expertise). We often abandon family, friends and the cat to closet ourselves away while we use the computer to do things we class as work. I don’t think I’d be selfish enough to keep doing that if I suspected that my absence was greatly missed. Which it isn’t. Ever. So, hey, what kind of family is that anyway?
So there’s my list. What’s yours? (And if it features a space hopper, then I don’t want to know).
A Tapping at My Window by David Jackson (£18.99, Zaffre) out on 7th April 2016
A woman at home in Liverpool is disturbed by a persistent tapping at her back door. She's disturbed to discover the culprit is a raven, and tries to shoo it away. Which is when the killer strikes.  DS Nathan Cody, still bearing the scars of an undercover mission that went horrifyingly wrong, is put on the case. But the police have no leads, except the body of the bird - and the victim's missing eyes.  As flashbacks from his past begin to intrude, Cody realises he is battling not just a murderer, but his own inner demons too.  And then the killer strikes again, and Cody realises the threat isn't to the people of Liverpool after all - it's to the police.

More information about David and his books can be found on his website.  You can also follow him on Twitter @Author_Dave.