Unpopular Opinion - History Is History, and Fiction Should Reflect That

Many years ago, I did something I've regretted ever since. I posted a review of a book by a self-published author that was kind of mean. The book wasn't all that good, but I shouldn't have been as snarky as I was in writing the review. I've tried to remember since then that there is a person behind the author's name on the book and to be a little less unkind, even if I didn't like their work.

I may break that rule for this book - Girl in a Cage by Jane Yolen and Robert J. Harris.

Actually, I'm not even going to talk that much about the book; there are some things about it I didn't care for,  but nothing worth breaking my rule. But the thing that just burns my butter is how the authors play fast and loose with history. 

The "girl in the cage" is 12-year-old Marjorie Bruce, the daughter of Robert the Bruce, who staged a rebellion in the early 14th century against Edward I of England to gain Scottish independence and defend his right to be king of Scotland. I don't have any problem with the history that Yolen and Harris present about the war between Robert and Edward. They keep the historical events of Robert's defeat at Methven and the desperate attempt by the women in Robert's family to escape to Tain, where they could catch a boat to Norway and safety. Unfortunately, Edward's army caught up to them and they were eventually betrayed by a fellow Scotsman as they sought sanctuary in a religious shrine. I learned a lot about this episode of Scottish history.

But where things go wrong is in Yolen and Harris' portrayal of what happened after the women were captured. In the book, Marjorie is taken to Lanercost in the north of England and put in an iron cage, where she remains, exposed to the elements and public ridicule, for three weeks before being sent to a convent as a prisoner. Yes, some of the women who were captured - Mary Bruce (Marjorie's aunt) and Isabella MacDuff Comyn (a supporter of Robert) - were imprisoned in cages (for years, not weeks). However, most sources agree that although Edward ordered a cage to be built for Marjorie at the Tower of London, she was never put in the cage, but was instead sent to a convent at Wotton for the next eight years. The authors made up the whole premise of their book and falsified history.

The authors acknowledge in a note at the end of the book ("What is True About This Story") that while Edward ordered a cage, "Marjorie was never sent to London but was instead made a prisoner at the Gilbertine nunnery...." They go on to say, "We speculate that as the other two ladies were caged on the Scottish borders, that Edward may well have subjected Marjorie to a similar fate at Lanercost, where he lay sick" (emphasis mine).

You may say, "Oh, come on - this is fiction! Of course there are going to be some made-up parts." Sure, even with historical fiction, there have to be made-up parts; for example, the dramatization of the scene at the shrine when the women's capture is imminent. I have no problem with putting words in their mouths and thoughts in their heads as they go through that historical event. But to make up historical events just to serve your fiction is....WRONG. In my opinion, anyway.

Why? Because who in the 21st century has heard of Marjorie Bruce? (Maybe they teach about her in Scotland, I don't know.) We don't have any historical information about her going into Girl in a Cage to provide context. The first thing in the book is an accurate timeline of the history of Robert's life up to the point when the story takes place, so we assume we are going to be reading history - fictionalized, yes, in the way mentioned above, that historical figures are "brought to life," so to speak. We go through the entire book believing we are reading about something that really happened, only to find out in the author's note at the end that it didn't happen. It's a mental jolt. It's misrepresentation. It's a lie. What makes it worse is that this is a book for children, who may not catch the fine distinction between "we speculate" and "we know." They probably won't take the time to go back and look up the historical record the way I did. As a result, they may go through life with a wrong set of historical facts in their heads.

I guess I'm just super-sensitive to misrepresentation of the historical record and of lies being presented as truth at this point in society. And yes, I know there is a whole genre of "alternative history" fiction. But I feel strongly that writers of historical fiction owe it to their readers to stick with the facts and not to bend them or make up entirely new facts just because it makes for a "better" story, especially for young readers. If you want to make up history, say so at the beginning of the book, not the end. Let your readers go into the story knowing they are reading something that is not factual. Respect the history!

Rant over.

 

A Different Sort of Fever

 

My husband has had the flu for the last couple of days, and don't tell him, but that's kind of fortunate. Because I have been totally engrossed with Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver. I read - no, devoured - it in less than 48 hours.

What a read. I'd heard of the book, vaguely, and my main impression was from a Reddit post that said something to the effect of, "It was so dark, I cried on every page." So, the world being what it is right now, I wasn't especially eager for a downer of a book. But while sitting in the parking lot waiting for my husband to see the doctor (I didn't want to risk sitting in a waiting room full of sick people), I checked on the Libby app for my next read after The Last of the Mohicans. Maybe Kingsolver's The Bean Trees, I thought. But in the list on Libby, every Kingsolver book had a hold - except this one. I thought, 'What the heck? If it's too much of a downer, I can always drop it and move on to something else.' So I checked it out and started reading in the parking lot. I was hooked from the first line, and in fact, kept my poor husband waiting for nearly 30 minutes before it registered that the message he had sent meant he was done with his appointment, not just his flu test.

No doubt about it, this book deals with dark issues - drug addiction, incompetent foster care, loss and death. But it's not a downer, really. Demon is a character you root for, and even in his worst moments, he doesn't let you down. He makes some terrible choices, but you can see the logic of them, even while your brain is saying, no! Don't do that! Ugh....you did it. Despite his background and the impediments that drag him down, he keeps striving, and you believe up to the end (and beyond) that he's going to make it out of the obstacles and traps that life has laid in his path.

But this is not just Demon's story, and maybe that's where the downer part comes in. Kingsolver addresses head-on things like the tragic impact of opioid over-prescription on the lives of individuals and communities, the lack of funds and oversight and just basic attention to the welfare of children in the foster care system, the current of racism, and let's face it, just bad parenting. This book is also a love letter to Appalachia and a condemnation of the forces that have stereotyped the people and communities of that region. I don't live in Appalachia, but some of the same things could be said about the Ozarks. After all, many of the people who settled here came from the mountains of Tennessee, etc. As I read the book, I could see many elements in the story here around me - the worship of the high school football team, a job at Walmart as maybe the best economic opportunity in a town, children being raised by grandparents. And there are also always the stereotypes that we are ignorant and backward. I remember when my husband and I went to graduate school in Kansas, one of the first things one of his fellow students said when learning we were from Arkansas was, "How do you compliment a girl from Arkansas? Nice tooth." Meant entirely in fun, of course.

Anyway, I'm really glad Libby forced me into reading this book!

Mohicans: Endgame

About halfway through reading The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper, I realized I was reading the nineteenth-century version of the Marvel Comic Universe.

Ok, I'll admit, I've not delved too deeply into the Marvel Universe (I think I watched Iron Man and Endgame?), but I know the basic narrative. And a lot of elements from the Marvel movies line up pretty neatly with elements from Cooper's novel:

• A group of disparate characters who face adversity together and by the end of the story have formed a bond;

A really nasty villain who seems to become more and more unreasonably obsessed by the end of the story and who also has a gift for persuasion to sort of miraculously sway public opinion;

A goofy character who comes around in the end to play an important role;

Female characters who represent the dichotomy of roles for women - the sweet, beautiful damsel in distress and the calm, courageous (but also beautiful) sacrificial heroine;

A sequence of action scenes with setbacks and small victories, leading up to an ultimate battle in a dramatic setting, with the loss of key team members and a dramatic defeat for the villain; and

A scene of mourning in which the other team members say goodbye to their fallen comrade.

It makes me wonder - did Cooper establish the pattern for the action genre that has been followed in the 200 years since he published his novels, or am I imposing a 21st-century pattern on his work? I'm going to dig out my American literature textbook from those long-ago college years and see what insight I can gain there.

Anyway, I'm now going to watch the 1992 film adaptation with Daniel Day Lewis. As I was reading, I could visualize how I thought Hollywood would portray these scenes. I'm eager to see if I was right. 

As The Kids Say, It's Been a Minute.....

Since my last post was in the midst of the Covid pandemic, with nothing since, readers may think I succumbed to the "plague" those nearly five years ago. Fortunately, that's not the case - I've had Covid twice during that interval, but thanks to the vaccine, both times my case was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. 

However, I have suffered from a malady of sorts. I lost any motivation to write on the blog. I didn't stop reading (more on that later), and I sometimes had thoughts about what I read that could have made a blog post. But I didn't see the point of putting it out into the world. Who really cares what I think about Jane Eyre or my take on the myths of Latin America? It just seemed trivial and not worth the time at the computer.

Yet, I didn't forget about the blog, either. Lately I've actually missed writing out my musings about what I read. Even if no one cares, even if it's trivial, it's part of my enjoyment of reading to process the ideas through writing. And it's a way of "collecting" and remembering and reliving the pleasure of reading.

So, I'm back to try again. I'll start by briefly remembering/reliving the highlights since the last post in 2020.

2021 Flashback - Jeff and I had a trip planned to Ireland and Great Britain, so I read several books about Ireland or by Irish authors. Two highlights - Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt (finally! after a couple of attempts over the years) and Last Night's Fun by Ciaran Carson.

2022: The Year of Reading about Food and Farms - I started with In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan, and worked my way through several farm-related books, such as Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver and The Dirty Life by Kristin Kimball (probably my favorite read of the year).

2023 My Last Year as a Professor - The book that most influenced my thinking this year was Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer. I've taken to writing down meaningful (to me) quotes as I read, and I have more than a page of them from Kimmerer's book. I also enjoyed So Much to Be Done, a collection of excerpts from writing by women in the nineteenth-century American West.

2024  I hit my reading stride! I read more books this year than I have in a very long time, probably because I bought a Kindle Scribe for my birthday. Some favorites: Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan (I picked this up from a windowsill at a bed and breakfast in Thurles, Ireland, and read in the evenings until we left and I had to leave it behind. I was able to check it out from the library a couple of months later and finish.); A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains by Isabella L. Bird (I have a hard time believing this woman rode a horse hundreds of miles around Colorado - alone!); and The Oregon Trail by Rinker Buck.

I'll close with one of the quotes from a little book I tucked in during the last few days of 2024, The Door in the Wall by Marguerite de Angeli:

"Fret not, my son. None of us is perfect. It is better to have crooked legs than a crooked spirit. We can only do the best we can with what we have. That, after all, is the measure of success: what we do with what we have."