#Review of Historical Fiction – The Spirit of the Times by Justin Newland #bookreview by Lou #HistoricalFiction #silkroad #TheSpiritOfTheTimes #justinnewland

The Spirit of the Times
By Justin Newland

review by Louise Cannon

Rating: 4 out of 5.

The Spirit of the Times takes place during the times of the bubonic plague. Readers not only get a chance to travel back in time to the 1300’s but also take a journey along the famous Silk Road, plus a map is included. The book is “part fiction, part history and part speculation about the origin of disease; the power of innocence; the unfortunate aspects of custom and dogma; and humanity’s ability to respond to the governing influence or spirit of the times.
It is thanks to Justin Newland who sent a copy of the book for an honest review, which you can find below the mysterious purple skies of the cover, and the blurb…

Ring-A Ring-A Roses, A Pocket Full of Poses… a famous and seemingly fun children’s rhyme, but it used to have a darker meaning. Enter the times of the “black death”, “the plague” in and be swept along through short chapters containing fear, adventure, religion, many types of beliefs and more… Travel along the Silk Road and be confronted with sandstorms, slave traders and meet the people who inhabit some beliefs that keep the main character in danger.


Fascinatingly the book begins with a map with the old countries names with the modern day names in brackets. It helps give a sense of place and time as does, not just the talk of the plague, but also the fascinating mentions of Genghis Khan. You really get a sense of the power.

Readers follow Karia, a young woman living under the Mongols. She carries a lot and feels and sees dangers. She has visions at times, which holds quite a bit of responsibility as the black plague seeps into the world. She holds some self-doubts, which is interesting, but could have been a bit stronger.
When she travels in caravans along the famous route known as the Silk Road, she is in fear of losing her little cousin, Abi to the dance of Whirling Dervishes of Bukhara and Karia, herself is confronted by people believing she is a witch.

The religious aspects of Islamic, Muslim and Christian faiths meet are interesting and what is quite refreshing is when a child is born and the mother is asked what faith, assuming it will be Muslim, practically puts her foot down and says she will choose what faith to have her child baptised and how to raise it. It seems quite modern, but there was no doubt some women who were strong in their convictions and in not allowing someone else to choose for them way back in the fourteenth century.

The research done is admirable in all of Justin Newland’s books, people can really gain some knowledge and perhaps have interest piqued in this. The pace is quite fast, helped with the short chapters, written with each word carrying the story ever forward adding depth and a mix of historical wonderment and fact.

For a rather different time period in historical fiction, this book is good to take a chance on to travel to a rather challenging era very different from today’s modern world.

Blurb

In fourteenth-century Central Asia, Karia is a young woman living under the yoke of Mongol occupation. But she’s different. She’s a fighter with supernatural powers. She could use them to keep the Black Plague at bay and solve the mystery of the purple skies at dawn – if only she could overcome her self-doubt. 

Travelling in caravans on the Silk Road, she faces dangers seen and unseen – from sandstorms and slave traders to the desert djinn and folk who believe she’s a witch. She fears losing Abi, her little cousin, who’s fascinated by roses and the dance of the Whirling Dervishes of Bukhara.

When Karia falls in love with an English sailor fleeing the Knights Hospitaller, they sail to England with Abi to unravel the meaning of the purple skies, a dance, a posy tree, and a ring of roses.

The Spirit of the Times is part history, part fiction and part speculation: on the origin of disease; the power of innocence; the unfortunate aspects of custom and dogma; and humanity’s ability to respond to the governing influence or spirit of the times.

#Celebrations at the Toffee Factory by Glenda Young @flaming_nora @headlinepg #bookreview by Lou of a compelling trilogy #historicalfiction #CelebrationsAtTheToffeeFactory

Celebrations at the Toffee Factory
By Glenda Young

Rating: 5 out of 5.

review by Louise Cannon

Join the toffee factory girls in their celebrations in what is a delightful final book in the trilogy by Glenda Young, who brings believable characters to life on the page for an immersive read. In a world of much technology, it occurs to me, and not many UK based factories left, she takes readers who know about factory life into something they can reminisce over, or compare to work today or introduce those who don’t know first or even second hand about certain time periods and that type of working life to that world.
Her books are well constructed and feel well researched. I feel this series could be made into a Sunday night tv drama. It has that feel to it.

The Toffee Factory Girls is set in the North East of England. Now WW1 has ended, we see, what in someways isn’t always considered, the toll the necessary rationing took on businesses. From that point, it is a refreshing look on this time period as we see Jack’s toffee factory struggling and you can’t but hope it survives, whether you have a sweet-tooth or not as from the first book to now, investment in this series was quickly established by the quality of writing and the characters created.

Both Elsie and Anne are so relatable. Elsie longs for freedom and a man to capture her heart and you can’t help but hope she finds someone who is good enough for her. Got to feel for Stan, who may just be what she needs, contradicting what she wants in spontaneous excitement. This complexity of human life is fascinating and universally relatable.
Hetty also has man trouble as to what she does when someone returns from the front and another may well leave for his home country. She is at a crossroads as to what to do for best.
Going back to Anne, her determination to keep the toffee factory going is admirable and shines through. She’s not one for letting someone emerging from Jack’s past to get in the way of her aspirations. You can’t help but root for her to find a way to success through all the tangled relationships.
What the question is, can they find more beyond the end of war times to celebrate?

Celebrations at the Toffee Factory is a fitting end to this compelling trilogy.

Blurb

Discover the gripping conclusion to Glenda Young’s Toffee Factory trilogy, set in a WWI toffee factory in the North-East!

The Great War has ended, but Jack’s toffee factory struggles after years of sugar rations and its troubles are far from over.

Fun, feisty Elsie longs for freedom and excitement. Hoping to meet the man of her dreams, she spurns the attention of dependable Stan. Will she realise that what she wants and what she needs are different things?

Efficient Anne takes control at the factory to change its fortunes after the war. She creates a new line of toffee. However, an unwelcome blast from Mr Jack’s past tries to jeopardise the factory’s success.

And Hetty is torn when her sweetheart Dirk prepares to leave for his hometown in Belgium. At the same time, her old boyfriend Bob returns from the Front, determined to marry her. Who will Hetty choose?

As the toffee factory girls celebrate the end of the war, they are more determined than ever to face the future with courage and hope.

#Interview with Michael Hughes about his play, The Last Bantam @TheLastBantam @GreensideVenue #EdFringe #Theatre #Play #TheLastBantam

The Last Bantam
Q&A with Michael Hughes

Conducted by Bookmarks and Stages – Louise Cannon

Do you know what a Bantam of the First World War is? Whether you do or not, Michael Hughes, writer and actor of The Last Bantam has a lot of fascinating information about them and what it is like to act this play out. He also has interesting things to say about audiences and what he wishes to do with the play after the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

I, recently had the privilege of interviewing Michael Hughes about his play, The Last Bantem. March downwards on the page to find out the fascinatingly detailed answers to my short, but loaded questions.

The play is on at The Green Venues, George Street, Edinburgh 12:45pm – 13:45pm up to and including Saturday 23rd August. Find the link after the interview for further details…

1 – What drew you to write a play about the First World War Bantams?

Good question! This is where I’d love to be able to say, ‘Well Louise, my grandfather was a bantam’. Sadly, I’d be lying to you if I said that (it would make a great story though!).
I was watching a video on YouTube of a former US special forces soldier interviewing another former special forces soldier. Both men were massively built. Huge shoulders, big arms, no necks. Very big men.

Now, my grandfather, uncle and two cousins served in the military and none o them looked like these guys. It got me thinking: ‘What’s the best size for a soldier?’

I did a little online research and found myself in a forum discussing this very thing. The initial consensus was ‘bigger is better’. Bigger men are stronger, they can carry more kit and they’re more intimidating to the enemy.
Then someone asked, ‘What about the Japanese?’. Someone else asked, ‘What about the Gurkhas?’ And another asked, ‘What about the Bantams?’

Everyone did a double-take at this point, including me. ‘Bantams? What are they?’ That’s when my journey began. I did some more research and discovered that Britain recruited thousands of men between 5′-5’3” during the Great War, those men were called ‘bantams’and there were books written about them!

I promptly hovered up everything I could find on the bantams, beginning with Sidney Allinson’s 1985 book, ‘The Bantams’

I was fascinated to learn about these men and, being a short man myself, inspired by their courage and tenacity in the face of not just physical danger, but also discrimination and prejudice on account of their height.
Regarded as ‘degenerate’ by some because of their short stature, they signed up in their tens of thousands to serve their country.

2 – The Last Bantam is based on real events. What emotions did you feel when creating and acting out the play?

I prefer to say, ‘inspired by real events’ rather than ‘based on’ actually. While there is documentary evidence for a great deal of what happens in my play, there’s a dollop of my imagination in there too!

Researching The Last Bantam, I felt indignation at the way these short men were treated and pride at their achievements.

Acting out the play, I feel a range of emotions, not always associated with the play itself. For example, the other day I felt simultaneously sorry for and irritated by someone who’s position in the room meant they couldn’t easily see my performance. They picked a seat at the end of a row and someone sat down directly in front of them. They could not see me without craning round the person in front. It was the fault of the poor seating layout, but it bothered me that someone who’d invested time and money to see my show could barely see it. I found myself thinking ‘Why don’t you move?!!!’ I even contemplated stopping the show to find great person a better seat, would you believe that? I didn’t of course, but if any of your readers find themselves in a poor seating position, they have my permission to move to a better one. Yes, your movement will be noticed and it will annoy me a little, but knowing you can’t see the show you paid for because of someone in front of you bothers me more.

Move!

There are other feelings I experience though which are entirely play-related. I try as much as I can, not to ‘act’ my character but to ‘be’ my character. When he’s irritated, I’m irritated, when he’s sad, or angry or scared, I’m sad or angry or scared. I summon and use my own feelings when I’m Patrick Michael Wolfe. It’s quite a rollercoaster!

3 – How did you research The Last Bantam?

I read everything I could, and there’s more out there than you might think. In addition to Sydney Allinson’s, ‘The Bantams’, there’s also books focussing on the Manchester bantams as well and the Cheshire Bantams and at least two books on the Battle of Bourlon Wood. I also drew heavily from Maurice Bacon’s, ‘The Blast of War’, a history of the 15th Bantam Battalion, Notts & Derby Regiment. My character, Patrick Michael Wolfe, is based in this battalion and it was hugely useful to know where precisely they were at various points in the war.

The Blast of War is written by Maurice Bacon. His father and grandfather both served in the same bantam battalion and meeting him last year to discuss his book was very special to me.

Interestingly, during the last couple of years there’s been a number of videos on YouTube about the bantams. There’s a very good one by a Youtuber called The History Guy and another called The History Chap. All these videos seem to have emerged over the last couple of years, much as my play has done. Could there be something in the air I wonder!

4 – You’ve taken great care in the detail of the uniform, right down to accessories, such as the watch. How did you source this and was it in easy or challenging process?

I decided right from the start that I wanted to look the part as much as possible. I’m no historian or costume commissar, but whether it’s a play, a tv series or a film, a poor costume undermines everything! If someone doesn’t look like the person they’re pretending to be, if they don’t meet our visual expectations, we find it harder to join them in the world they’re trying to create.

I originally tried sourcing actual British uniforms from the Great War and realised that not only could I not afford to do that, but a 100+ years old garment probably wouldn’t survive too many Edinburgh Fringes!

Instead I purchased reproduction uniform and kit, taking note of advice from re-reactors as to who provides the best quality. Quality was paramount. I wanted a costume I could use in the long term, not something that would fall apart after a few shows. A costume that didn’t just look right, but felt right too. You’d be surprised how many people want to physically touch the fabric of my costume. They want to feel the weight and the roughness of it.

I sourced most of my costume from Soldier of Fortune, an online militaria costume provider. Having purchased my costume I then had to distress it.

My character is meant to have spent to years fighting in France. His uniform should reflect that and it does. It’s dirty and stained and ripped and torn, with many amateurish in-the-field repairs. Holes are patched over and rips crudely stitched back together, as was done in action.

In some respects, the uniform is a metaphor for the man. It’s dirty, worn and damaged, but it’s still functional. It’s still in the fight. One look at the uniform and the audience knows, ‘This man’s been through it’.

Audiences are hugely impressed by my costume. They really appreciate the effort I’ve made to look as authentic as possible. The public appreciates it too and it’s a huge help when I’m flyering, promoting my show. It cuts through the noise of Edinburgh and it makes me smile to know that feature in hundreds of holiday photographs!

5 – The Last Bantam is a one man play, what does it feel like to be
carrying the whole play in your own and asking the audience to imagine
the scene, since there is no scenery?

Carrying the play in my own doesn’t bother me at all. It’s rather liberating actually. I determine the rhythm and pace of it and I don’t have to worry about fellow actors missing their cues, forgetting their lines or falling out with each other. I was in a comedy show once in which my two fellow cast members had a spectacular falling-out and it almost scuppered the show!

Being a self-employed healthcare trainer has also prepared me to be a solo performer. The roles aren’t that different. I arrive at a place, get changed, engage with a group of strangers and leave. And I’ve been doing that 25 years!

6 – You were a copywriter many years ago, what or who inspired you to change career and take to the stage?

I’m actually very, very new to acting. After a career in advertising I became a nurse and have been a freelance healthcare trainer for over 25 years. I remain both a nurse and a trainer but I got into stand up comedy in 2015 doing the open mic circuit as a character comic. When I wrote the first draft of Bantam in 2023 I assumed I’d be performing it myself.

I’m retrospect, my assumption that it would be me might seem a little presumptuous, maybe even arrogant. After all, I had no acting training and had never done anything like this before in my life. But I’d spent 8 years doing character comedy and over 20 years addressing groups of strangers as a trainer. I knew I could learn my lines and deliver them.

Whether I could deliver them well…well that was for the audience to decide!

7 – What’s next for you and your play?

I need to focus on my day job! I’m a freelance teacher in care homes and my first priority when the Fringe is over is to drum up some training business!I

With regards to The Last Bantam,I’d love to tour it. There’s lots of small theatres in London I could take it to, and many farther afield too. It’s all a matter of logistics and economics. I can accept a loss doing the Edinburgh Fringe, but future shows will need to cover their costs.

I also plan on publishing The Last Bantam and would absolutely love to have the story made into other a tv series or a movie. I might get Danny DeVito in board! I wish I was doing this ten years ago. Back then the BBC produced several films and documentaries to commemorate the Great War.
It would have been the perfect time for the bantams!

8 – Where can people follow you On social media?

The Last Bantam can be found on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

You can find more details on the Ed Fringe site here: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/the-last-bantam

#Review of Scaramouche Jones performed by Thom Tuck by Bookmarks and Stages – Lou #ScaramoucheJones @turlygod #EdFringe #Hoots #Yurt #PottersRow #EdFringe25

Scaramouche Jones
Performed by Thom Tuck

Rating: 5 out of 5.

Scaramouche Jones is a 100 year old clown played by Thom Tuck, who you may know from the likes of Horrible Histories and Penny Dreadfuls. He tells the story on Millenium Eve, after he’s come off stage after a show. What unfolds is a fascinating journey through history and tragedy, with a bit of well-placed humour.

 
Thom Tuck brought a fabulously engaging informality to the show, which brought increased and wonderfully uniquely intense experience that takes you through historical events, some other clowns are also mentioned, which between that and the events of times gone-by creates an authentic play, even though Scaramouche Jones himself is made-up. As the story comes out, Thom Tuck makes you feel, deeply for what unfolds and catches your eye, creating an even deeper, meaningful experience, like he casts a spell on his audience, who lapped up all that they were being told.
 
If, for now, if it goes on tour, or in 10 years time, when he plans to bring it back to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, this is a show that fascinates and educates as he brings historical events to life and makes you feel all the emotions. Thom Tuck takes some traumatic events of the earth’s history and tells them in an original narrative on one hand and on the other hand, sitting at the juxtaposition, he has elements that will make you laugh. It’s all masterfully woven together to create a performance about a clown with a difference from all the clowns you’ve ever known. 
 
You can still catch it at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Check it out here: Scaramouche Jones
 

#Extract of The Secret Daughter of Venice by JulietGreenwood @julietgreenwood @Stormbooks_co @rararesources #TheSecretDaughterOfVenice

The Secret Daughter of Venice
By Juliet Greenwood

Presented by the author and publisher, I have an extract to share with you of The Secret Daughter of Venice as part of a Random Resources Blog Tour.

The Secret Daughter of Venice

This extract comes from early on in the story when Kate, the heroine, retreats to her room in a faded Tudor mansion near Stratford-upon-Avonafter an argument with her father. Not only is he refusing to tell her anything about her past, or her true parentage, but is determined she will remain at home and marry a conveniently rich man to restore the family fortunes, rather than follow her heart and become a painter, and to find her lost mother.
Reaching her own room, Kate curled herself tight on the window seat. Outside, thelast of the light was beginning to fade from the landscape. A faint hint of woodsmokehung in the air, drifting up fromthe remains of cooking fires in Brierley-in-Arden, safein its hollow, while the breathy hoot of owls echoed across the surrounding undulationof woods and fields.Before the war, there had always been the distant glow of light from the lampsand candlesas night fell, but now the village was muffled in blackout darkness. Crouching, like all the villages throughout England and far beyond, waiting for thedeep drone of bombers overhead.Kate had painted the scene so often in her sketchbook in daylight hours thatshe could still see it in her mind’s eye. The walls of the kitchen garden, with its neatrows of vegetables and the tall wigwams of twigs and canes supporting theramblings of peas and beans between espaliered trees of peach and apple. Thefields beyond, once more turned into the growing of cabbages and potatoes, just as they had been during the last war. The war to end all wars, which had left so manyfathers and uncles, sons and brothers as no more than names on the memorial nextto the duck pond on Brierley’s village green.The house felt emptier than ever. Hollowed out without the creak of footstepsin its vastness, the distant murmur of voices emanating from the bedrooms as hersisters dreamed of their futures, or her brothers discussed some plan or other to takeoff in the Austin to walk in the Lakes, free from Papa’s eagle eye. She even missedWill, who as the son and heir, could not be contradicted. During his last return onleave from France, he had been particularly loud in joining the condemnation ofMussolini, for whom he had particular scorn. At least Hitler and Spain’s Franco wereproper soldiers, he had declared, not a fat vulgar little man like il Duce.

Closing the blackout curtains, she lit her candle, and turned her attention to the flyleaf of the leatherbound book of Shakespeare’s sonnets balanced on her knees. For Katerina. Not Kate, not Katherine. Her real name. She rolled the word around her mouth as she traced the swirl of the writing, spidery, faint, as if the writer barely had the strength to hold the pen. Katerina. The page wavered in front of her. That was her first memory of Arden House. A bewildered little girl with salt spray in her hair, abruptly torn from everything she knew, shivering in the silk dress made for the heatof a Mediterranean summer, her skin absorbing the penetrating damp of the booklined room. And the strange man who had brought her here, standing tall and severe, and so very old in a child’s eyes, instructing her to call him ‘Papa’. She was to speak only English, he’d told her, and be Katerina, the inconveniently foreign child no longer. ‘You are Kate,’ Leo Arden had said, with the severity of a school master instilling discipline in a class. ‘Kate Arden. You have no other name. It does not exist. It never existed. And you will look a damn fool if you try to say otherwise. You don’t want those who love you to be ashamed of you, do you?’
His blue eyes had sharpened at her silence, as the child’s instinct for survival had fought the rebellion within her soul. She had seen something flicker in their depths. Love? Guilt? Or, she had begun to wonder as she grew older, if it had been simply distaste. Regret, even. That first evening he had abruptly turned away towards the children, all older and bigger than her, crowding at the door, curious, but waiting for permission to step inside.‘ Say hello to your brothers and sisters,’ he had said, propelling her towards them. Katerina. On the window seat, Kate felt the silence of the house creep around her. Could there really be a message left for her in amongst the lines of verse, interspersed by the fantastical illustrations? She shivered, remembering the deep cold that had settled in her bones in her first terrified days at Arden House; and the feeling of absence–absence of familiar heat, of earth brittle with lack of moisture and yet rich with the scent of lemons and olive groves, rosemary and wild thyme. The absence, most of all, of love. The window rattled as a night breeze tore at the leaves turning towards their autumn brittleness and sent the rafters protesting in sympathy. Kate held the volume tighter, as the wind became the creaking of rigging in her mind, the frantic flapping ofa sail, the crash of waves againstthe hull of the boat taking her into the unknown. Then she was back there, in the terrace under the vines, her ears filled with childish screams–her screams–as she was dragged away, helpless, from the strong arms that loved her. The Secret Daughter of Venice. The paper is stiff and brittle with age as Kate unfolds it with trembling hands. She gasps at the pencil sketch of a rippling waterway, lined by tall buildings, curving towards the dome of a cathedral. She feels a connection deep in her heart.

Venice. England, 1941. When Kate Arden discovers a secret stash of drawings hidden in the pages of an old volume of poetry given to her as a baby, her breath catches. All her life, she has feltlike an outsider in her wealthy adoptive family, who refuse to answer any questions about her past. But the drawings spark a forgotten memory: a long journey by boat… warm arms that held her tight, and then let go.
Could these pictures unlock the secret of who she is? Why her mother left her? With war raging around the continent, she will brave everything to find out…
A gripping, emotional historical novel of love and art that will captivate fans of The Venice Sketch book, The Woman on the Bridge and The Nightingale.

About the Author

#Review By Lou of Chasing the Dragon – A Betancourt Mystery By Mark Wightman @mark_wightman @HobeckBooks #CrimeFiction #HistoricalCrimeFiction #BlogTour

Chasing The Dragon
By Mark Wightman

Review by Louise Cannon (Lou)

Rating: 5 out of 5.

After the success of Waking The Tiger – It was shortlisted for a Crime Writers’ Association John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger 2022. Finalist for the Ngaio Marsh Awards Best First Novel 2022. Longlisted for the Bloody Scotland McIlvanney Prize for Scottish Crime Book of the Year 2021 and shortlisted for the Scottish Crime Debut of the Year 2021, along comes an incredible second book – Chasing the Dragon. Find out more in the blurb and my thoughts in my review below.

Blurb

                                                                                  Singapore, 1940

wp-1694510074249A local fisherman finds the body of a missing American archaeologist
Detective Inspector Betancourt of the Singapore Marine Police is first on the scene. Something doesn’t quite add up. He finds out that the archaeologist, Richard Fulbright, was close to deciphering the previously-untranslatable script on a pre-colonial relic known as the Singapore Stone. This was no accidental drowning.

Is there more to this case than archaeological rivalries?
Betancourt also discovers that Fulbright had been having an affair. He is sure he is onto something bigger than just academic infighting.

A government opium factory draws criminal interest.
In his investigations into the death, Betancourt finds his own life in danger, and now he has also put himself on the wrong side of British Military Intelligence, and he is unsure which set of opponents he fears the most…

Review

Time has moved on a year since the first book – Waking the Tiger, Chasing the Dragon is set in 1940’s Singapore. Detective Inspector Betancourt may not be quite in the division he wants to be working in, but he lands a very intriguing case. It turns out to be archaeology meets crime and illicit drugs.

Richard Fulbright was an archaeologist who was close to deciphering a script for the very first time. It would have been quite the coup, except mysteriously, he is discovered, drowned. This sets Betancourt and readers on a quest to discover what happened.

As the “digging around” looking for clues commences, there is an absolute skill that is shown with someone deciphering material on trousers. It’s pretty spectacular! Interesting attitudes towards the dead man’s nationality are interestingly revealed. A museum is also included in the investigation. As the investigation gathers pace, the tension and intrigue increases and has a great finish.

The premise of the book and the setting of both place and time makes for quite original, very interesting and highly refreshing reading. Amongst the crime, there is also a strong sense of Singapore within 1940 that aids in giving an immersive experience and a chance to learn something here and there, even though it is a work of fiction. Wightman weaves the historical with the thrill of chasing the threads of crime expertly well.
There is also an interesting author’s note.

Chasing The Dragon is another rather intricately plotted book, but one that is quite the page-turner that sparks curiosity. 

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