“P” is for “Poldark”: The Pleasures of Summer TV

BeachSummerCan you believe we’re more than halfway through June? And the summer solstice is upon us.

I love spring with its soft colors and mild weather, but summer was probably my favorite season when I was a kid–not least because of the 10 or 11 weeks of vacation after a long school year. While spring makes me think of pastels, summer is all about bright and bold colors and experiences. The aquamarine and turquoise of swimming pools, the emerald and sapphire of the ocean, the scarlet of ripe strawberries, the orange-gold of juicy peaches, the deep coral color inside a conch shell…passers-by may even have noticed that Blue Stockings & Crossed Genres has a new look for the season that contains several of the aforementioned colors.

Summer entertainment tends to be of the bright, colorful, noisy variety too. Beach parties, picnics, barbecues, even the average summer blockbuster (usually laden with spandex-clad heroes and things going “BOOM!”) And summer television, which can range from sports spectaculars (especially in Olympics years) to star-studded and/or lushly romantic miniseries.

The new Poldark, which starts airing this weekend in my neck of the woods, may not qualify as star-studded (yet), but, based on the source material alone, I’d say it definitely meets the criteria for “lushly romantic”: a sweeping costume drama about an 18th century Cornish mining family, boasting high adventure, derring-do, class warfare, a simmering romantic triangle, and wildly beautiful scenery–cliffs, coves, and thundering surf.  I am unabashedly excited about this series, not least because I loved the original novels by Winston Graham and the first miniseries based on them, which was made back in the 1970s. I’ve heard the new version may even adhere more closely to the books–the first series took some dramatic liberties that annoyed the author–but as you can see below, it also shares some eerie similarities when it comes to the lead couple…

Ross and Demelza, Original Version
Ross and Demelza, Original Version
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Ross and Demelza, New Version

Graham’s Poldark Saga was a big influence on me as a historical novelist, which I will be blogging about here and elsewhere in coming weeks. I plan to follow the new series closely and post commentary about the episodes after they air. Other Poldark fans, past and/or present, are welcome to stop by and add their tuppence, anytime!

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Memorial Day!

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Tomb of the Unknowns at Arlington, photo by Nicoray

The Battlefield

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass, —
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.

–Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Happy May Day!

A new month already? I’ve been so busy getting Awakened launched and then making Devices and Desires fit to be seen, that I completely neglected to note such April occurrences as Easter, Earth Day, Shakespeare’s birthday, and National Poetry Month! Not to mention being largely absent from this blog. I hope to be less distracted in future.

Hobby Hoss pursues maiden at Padstow festival
Hobby Hoss pursues maiden at Padstow festival

So, to start things off fresh, here’s a May Day carol from Cornwall, which is the setting for my first two historicals. Padstow is located further up the coast from my fictional village of St. Perran, but it’s famous for its traditional May Day celebrations, during which a large “Hobby Horse” (or ‘Obby ‘Oss)–formed by a mask mounted on a circular frame covered in a black skirt–runs and dances through the streets while the villagers sing some version of the following song. During the “Where is King George?” verse, the Horse sinks to the ground pretending to die, but leaps up in the next verse to show how spring in the season of renewal.

So, all together now, to herald the Hobby Horse’s entrance: “Oss, Oss, Wee Oss!”

Padstow May Carol
(traditional; from the singing of Steeleye Span)

Unite and unite, and let us all unite
For summer is a-comin’ today.
And whither we are going we all will unite,
In the merry morning of May.

The young men of Padstow, they might if they would,
For summer is a-comin’ today.
They might have built a ship and gilded it with gold
In the merry morning of May.

The young women of Padstow, they might if they would,
For summer is a-comin’ today.
They might have built a garland with the white rose and the red
In the merry morning of May.

Rise up, Mrs Johnson, all in your gown of green
For summer is a-comin’ today.
You are as fine a lady as waits upon the Queen
In the merry morning of May.

Oh where is King George? Oh where is he-O?
He’s out in his longboat, all on the salt sea-O.
Up flies the kite, down falls the lark-O.
Aunt Ursula Birdhood, she has an old ewe,
And she died in her own park-O.

With the merry ring and with the joyful spring,
For summer is a-comin’ today.
How happy are the little birds and the merrier we shall sing
In the merry morning of May.

Oh where are the young men that now do advance
For summer is a-comin’ today.
Some they are in England and some they are in France
In the merry morning of May.

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Maypole dancers at Renaissance Faire

Release Day: Awakened and Other Enchanted Tales (Book Giveaway)

Let all who trust in hidden power,
(The birth is in the stone)
Remember well the mage’s hour:
Find it,
Make it,
Bind it,
Take it,
Touch magic, pass it on.

–Jane Yolen, “L’Envoi”

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I am delighted to announce the arrival of Awakened and Other Enchanted Tales, my collection of fantasy short stories, in print and e-book form! This is a project that’s near and dear to my heart–I’ve actually wanted to do this for some time, but I knew that a) I’d have to fit it in between books, and b) I’d have to educate myself about self-publishing because I’d be releasing it independently. But this spring, all the pieces came together–almost magically. That it happened around the time that the new film version of Cinderella came out is even more serendipitous!

My love of fairy tales stretches back to childhood, when they–along with the works of Beatrix Potter and Dr. Seuss–were among the first things I learned to read or had read to me. A few years later, I was devouring Andrew Lang’s colored Fairy Tale books and scouring library shelves for more books like them: Perrault, Grimm, Andersen (whose penchant for tragic endings came as something of a shock to me), their various imitators and innovators. I remember an ancient collection called Tales Told Again by Walter de la Mare that was one of my favorite reads when I was eight or nine.

But it wasn’t until about a year or so later that I discovered the delights of the wholly original fairy tale, as practiced by Nicholas Stuart Gray (Mainly in Moonlight), Barbara Leonie Picard (The Faun and the Woodcutter’s Daughter), and Jane Yolen (The Girl Who Cried Flowers). I dedicated Awakened to this trio of authors, who are as interesting as their stories. Intriguingly, they came to writing fantasy almost as an afterthought–Gray started out as an actor/playwright; Picard began writing fairy tales to keep her spirits up while on fire-watch in England during WWII; and Yolen still considered herself more of a poet and journalist when she published her first children’s book. What all three seemed to have in common was a love for the kind of stories they told and a complete lack of self-consciousness or embarrassment about it: “Yes, I write fairy tales, and I don’t have a problem with it. Do you?” Which is perhaps the healthiest attitude any author can have when it comes to his or her own stuff!

Something else these authors share is versatility. Their tales can be dark, atmospheric, satirical, or humorous, with endings that range from triumphant to ambiguous to tragic. But for the duration of each story, the reader is transported Elsewhere, caught up in vitally important matters of Dark and Light, and sent down familiar paths that can turn and twist in startling new directions when one least expects it. That experience is what I have worked to recapture in this collection. (The title story–as many of you may have guessed–is a variation on Sleeping Beauty: a What-If? scenario that begins after the spell has been broken.) And while not every tale concludes with a conventional “happy ever after,” I hope readers will agree that the characters, by and large, receive the endings that they deserve.

Although Awakened represents a new direction for me as an author, rest assured that I am not abandoning romance! I have included an excerpt from A Scandal in Newport, a future novella starring Thomas Sheridan and Amy Newbold from Waltz with a Stranger. And I recently finished Devices and Desires, the first book in a new historical series. More details will be forthcoming, on this site and in my quarterly newsletter, for which you can sign up here at pamelasherwood.com.

Readers, what is your favorite fairy tale or work of fantasy? I will be giving away a signed copy of Awakened to one commenter this week, until midnight PST on April 13.

Thank you all for your interest in my books!

 ETA: MarleneW wins the giveaway for Awakened and Other Enchanted Tales! Please send me your contact information and I’ll get the book in the mail to you ASAP. Thanks again!

Gung Hay Fat Choy! Happy Year of the . . . Whatever!

800px-Chinese_new_year_singapore_2015One amusing aspect of Chinese New Year 2015 is the lack of consensus over which zodiac animal is being celebrated.

Is it the Year of the Sheep?

The Year of the Goat?

The Year of the Mountain Gazelle?

Ambiguity over the meaning of the Mandarin word “yang,” which can apply to goats, sheep, or any other hooved, grass-eating animal that bleats, is apparently responsible for the confusion. However, most Chinese seem unfazed by the distinction, accepting either animal as a symbol of plenitude and good fortune as well as dismissing the idea that a child born in a Sheep (or Goat) year will be meek, mild, and lacking in drive–a follower, not a leader. (I don’t subscribe to that belief either–one of my close friends was born in such a year, and she’s successful and highly motivated!)

So choose your beastie, and a very Happy New Year to Ewe! Or should that be Happy  New Year, Kid? Or Happy New Year, Deer?

In any case, have a great one!