Jack Bauer! 😱 🤩 We’ve been watching this on itv+ and have just started the last series.
Following on from @LibertyLily and @SableGules , yes, unbeknownst to the Hemmings, Sally Walker was making a mess of their business and it probably did seem chaotic. If you could see that your business was losing money, it would drive you to distraction. I really do think she is evil. Taking other people’s wages and livelihoods, gifting expensive holidays and vehicles to her own family on stolen money. Every time we stop and spell this out in full and really contemplate it, it’s obvious that they were thrilled with TSP success and Moth becomes a cash cow. Can you equate the heartbroken, innocent woman in the books with this quite heartless, greedy one in real life? And Moth of course, the supposed storyteller and Peter Pan. The mention of the rented mansion once again reminds me of all the dialogue that was invented between the pair of them in TWS. On the page they very much come across as noble, hardworking people who feel frightened to fall in love with “the land” that they are nursing back to life. Any moment it could be taken away from them because it is only rented. This dialogue goes on for pages, really rubbing it in. Why is it that these contradictions between page and reality seem to go unnoticed by those who defend them? I suppose some just have not heard what the real people have had to say on this matter and that is a terrible shame. This is another reason why Penguin should act, because it’s only fair to those who are still oblivious to the truth to know what they’re buying and whose lifestyle they’re funding. I can’t believe that they have any objection to renting, in reality or they wouldn’t have been. It’s been pointed out many times that they could have bought their own place by now and we’ve also seen that they don’t seem to have a real ‘sense of place’ as much as they would like their readers to think they do, or her especially. They can never stay in one place because they have this pattern of taking everything and then leaving. They are the epitome of everything she preaches about hating. She supposedly looked around at Haye farm and wrote that the sheep had grazed it down to mud, nothing was growing, all life had been eked away by over consumption etc etc it had nothing left to give. She writes of themselves as being nurturers, giving, healing, having a relationship with the land and the Earth in general. They’re special and have healing powers. She writes a lovely message but it’s not true of them and by taking away the truth like that, the reader can only see Bill and the farm, his business in a very bad light. She robs him in more ways than one here and she does this with everyone she meets and uses, especially the readers. On the page she writes of herself as being humble and very undeserving of anyone’s attention. On camera she puts on an act and struggles to remember her lines sometimes. In reality she is ruthless and completely in denial as the rebuttals show. There really should be a rebuttal from us to address her rebuttal, one that takes each of her claims and shoots it down with evidence to back it up. Pity her website doesn’t allow comments. She can’t have much confidence in her “truth” because otherwise she’d be quite happy to engage with her public. Perhaps she hopes her silence gives the impression of her being dignified and unaffected. To us it means guilt.
On Winter Hill would have tapped into the same formula as the others. It should have been the last one, a goodbye to Darling Moth, a tribute to their lives together. We know some of what that has really looked like. She has a different version. If these books had been marketed as fiction, Moth would have likely died in the final chapter and she could draw their story to a close. She could have written the book with alternating accounts of her present reality while out walking, very grounded and mindful, her thoughts and flashbacks of caring for him but being torn apart with grief, flashbacks across their life together and snatches of conversation. Her realisation that she must hurry back to him because she should never have left him in the first place. So much angst. Back to Moth, his further deterioration and her flip flopping between acceptance and denial. Moth dies. Raynor screams and becomes a human hurricane before giving in to a deep silence as she stares blankly into space and the world stops.