.27. The Enchanted Castle - Enid Nesbit
This goes back to my childhood when I had a memory, or dream, of watching the television where a group of children get inside a large dinosaur model similar to the ones in Crystal Palace park (which I’ve never seen). After some Googling I found it was a scene from a children’s drama series based on the above book; reassuring to find it wasn’t a fever dream after all.
Written in 1907, the book tells the story of three siblings who, left with a stereotypical French governess for the holidays, find said enchanted castle and have adventures. An Edwardian fantasy, it was ok but nothing special, mainly a series of the usual happenings when children mess around with magic (they turn invisible, turn to statues etc) with the only truly disturbing consequence being the creation of the ugly-wuglies, creatures made of clothes and household items come to life. Those were creepy, even for me. Throw in a simple plot line, an improbable love interest, and they all lived happily ever after. I can see why it’s not better known.
Despite this being a modern reprint the editor still kept in two instances of a word that is now a racial slur and unacceptable in children’s literature today, and the book shows attitudes towards class and race that is of its time. I think for that reason I’ll be recycling the book rather than donating.
.28. Saltblood - Francesca De Tores
Lately reviewed by Almandby, this tells the story of Mary Read from cradle to grave, who from an early age was dressed as a boy by her mother to receive a family inheritance. As a boy she joined the navy and army before a stint as a wife and innkeeper, then back to sea as a female pirate.
It was good in parts, but ultimately promised more than it delivered. The seafaring aspect was atmospheric and fun, and the historical details were interesting, particularly the piratical dealings. Some minor characters had a rounded story arc, usually ending in a sticky death, others, particularly Belling, seemed to just fade from the story, which felt frustrating. Despite the eighteenth century language I found too much of a modern sensibility in places (and some grim sex). Also as mentioned upthread, Mary Read’s new stepfather is called Hepworth then literally in the next sentence his name is changed to Hepburn. Editor, proofreader and sensitivity reader, and no one spotted that howler.
I’m sure I read a better book many years ago on the same subject from Anne Bonny’s point of view, I just wish I could remember the details. This was a fun historical adventure but nothing special.