We're pleased to announce that for today's post we have guest blogger Dr Anne Price-Owen, sharing her experience of World Book Night with us! Dr Anne Price-Owen recently retired as Senior Lecturer in the
Faculty of Art & Design, University of Wales Trinity Saint David Swansea
Metropolitan. She continues to supervise research students on a part-time
basis, and this gives her more time to focus on alternative interests, which
include curating exhibitions and exhibiting her own artworks. She has written
extensively on the visual arts and literature in Wales. An admirer of the
poet-painter David Jones(1895-1974), much of her critical and creative work is
sourced in her explorations on the synergetic relationship between image and
text. She is the Director of The David Jones Society which she inaugurated in
1996, and editor of the periodical The
David Jones Journal.
A Page from World Book Night
I was thrilled when my
application to be a book donor on World Book Night [WBN] was successful,
because I love reading and want to encourage others to read. For sure, I know
only one person who doesn’t read, except for the text which accompanies the
images on her 40” telly screen! Accordingly, Beryl was my only certain target
as the brief for WBN is to give a book to someone who is not a reader. Anyone I
know who is an avid reader would have to be omitted from my readers’ list, with
the exception of my friend Sue because she and I recommend and swop books
regularly.
My book was Philippa
Gregory’s The White Queen (2009). Out
of the choice of books on offer, I deliberately selected a novel (I wanted an
obvious story line), by an author I hadn’t read. I knew very little about
Gregory, only that she wrote historical novels, a genre I seldom read. In other
words, I quite unashamedly chose a book for its cover, rather than content. I
fancied its title had mythic connotations (in this I was not totally
incorrect), alluding to strange lands and curious characters, the stuff of a
fantasy world, reminiscent perhaps of Lewis Carroll. But this novel is nothing
like the Alice books. Rooted in the
history of this island, it’s set in the 15th Century Wars of the
Roses, and focuses on ‘the cousins war’, Edward III’s (1312-1377), great-grandsons,
both born over a century after their great grandfather’s birth.
So that there was a
chance that all the people to whom I gave a book could actually commence the
story on World Book Night [WBN], I determined to start my task early on the day.
I had decided that I could mention that 23 April is Shakespeare’s birthday which
is a good day to give books away, but thought better of alluding to St George’s
Day. I knew that, living in Wales, it mightn’t be smart to announce that it was
also England’s national saint’s day. After all, he killed the dragon, and the
red dragon is the icon of Wales having been passed down from Henry Tudor (Henry
VII), the victor at the Battle of Bosworth in 1485 which ended the Wars of the
Roses, a not insignificant fact in relation to my Book.
It so happened that I
had a medical appointment at 9.10am on WBD. Having packed my canvas bag with 8
copies (the optimum number of books I could comfortably carry), of my novel, I
set off on the ten-minute walk from my house to the surgery, and collided with
streams of schoolchildren, mostly teenagers, on their way to the nearby
secondary school. Most of them were in gangs of five or six, with some of the
groups comprising boys and girls. My quarry was the female sex. On reading the
novel I rather regretted my choice, because I considered that its appeal would
be restricted to women: its author is female, the title makes it clear that the
protagonist is a woman, and the narrative is written in the first person
singular, by the titular queen herself. Two girls, perhaps 15- or 16-year olds,
were chattering together, and I homed in on them. They were reluctant to stop,
and even less inclined to engage in conversation with me, but I persisted. I
explained my mission, showed them a copy of the book, and finally pressed one
to take it, having told them that this was a Romance between a king and a
queen, initially fighting on opposing sides, so there’s lots of intrigue,
mystery, mayhem and murder. Fundamentally, it’s like Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet being a story about
love at first sight. I focused on the romantic aspects, and confided that the
first love scene takes place on page six.
I suggested whoever reads the book first should pass it on to the other,
and then to their friends.
When I entered the
doctors’ surgery there were nine people waiting for appointments. At a guess
the average age was 78 years! Undaunted, I told them tonight was World Book
Night, and that I had books to give away for the occasion. None seemed very
interested, but I persevered and I warned them that there were nine people in
the waiting room, and I had only 7 books, so two would be disappointed. No-one
spoke. I raised a copy of The White Queen,
looked around the room in mock eagerness, questioned each one with my eyes, and
all faces wore an indifferent expression. I couldn’t even give the receptionist
a copy, who protested that she was ‘too busy’ to read. I considered asking the
doctor after she’d given me a clean bill of health, but she seemed rather
preoccupied and slightly severe, so I refrained.
I was on my way home, and
just passing the park as two women were walking through the gateway. I announced
WBN, and both smiled: they knew what day it was! I offered them each a book and
both accepted. One is a librarian at a local library, so of course she knew all
about WBN. We had a friendly chat, before I returned home, and they went on
their way promising to pass their novels on to others once they’d read them.
An hour later I took
my spaniel for a walk through the park, having topped up my book bag. This time
I was able to approach people with impunity. Having a spaniel is an
ice-breaker. Having a spaniel with what’s been described as an ‘electric
wagging tail’ reinforces the concept of ‘ice-breaker’. The vast majority of
people are willing to smile, acknowledge, stop and talk. Discussing the
story-line, the plots and sub-plots, the interweaving of characters, the facts
(pointing out the Family Tree diagram that forms a Preface to the story), the
fictionalising and embellishment of our own histories, the power struggles of
the kings and their armies as well as the ruthless queens and their tenacity in
securing fortunes for their heirs, in addition to the poignancy of the Princes
in the Tower, was fodder for the hours I spent in my successive walks in the
park that day. I gave my penultimate copy away at 4.30pm, to another schoolgirl
who was standing with a schoolfriend talking to a young mother with her infant
in his pram. Once I’d started to reveal the sequence of events, it was the
schoolgirl who took the book, and not the young mother.
Giving books away is a
very satisfying way of spending a day. However, I know that I didn’t fully
fulfil the objectives of WBN. My most blatant oversight – I don’t call it an
error – was to give books to people who read regularly. This is because I found
it very difficult, impossible in fact, to refuse a book to any of the people I
offered the book to, even before I asked them if they read regularly. It
suddenly seemed very churlish to refuse them a book, and it was such a delight
to tell them about it – an appreciative audience is very gratifying. I cite the
librarian again: she was so pleased to meet someone giving books away that she
wanted to participate fully in the project. There were others who’d just
finished a book and were considering what to buy next and it was serendipitous
that I happened along. One dog-walker favours poetry, so I was able to point
out Byron’s She Walks in Beauty on
the inside back cover of the novel, and she was won over. I found the easiest
people to engage with about books were young women pushing prams. Perhaps they
read aloud to their babies, and are good at multi-tasking. Some people wanted
to know if they should pay me for the books. As far as I can tell, I
encountered just one person whose first language is not English, who accepted
the book. And I got two men to promise to read the book, too. One was the other
half of a couple of twitchers who’d spotted a goldcrest and pointed it out to
me. The plot of The White Queen
appealed to his wife, but it was the historical aspect that interested him, and
he was looking forward to a good read. The other man was a plumber whose wife
liked reading, and he said that he’d read it too. I saved my last copy for
Beryl so that I could hand it to her on WBN, and she is going to pass it on to
her friend Hilary who is seldom seen without a book.
Anne Price-Owen April 2013
It’s Share-a-Story Month! This event is organised by the
Federation of Children’s Book Groups (FCBG), which was set up to encourage children’s
interest in books and reading. Every May they promote the idea of reading aloud
to your children, or asking them to read aloud to you. In other words, it’s all
about sharing stories! (And no reason to restrict this to the children – Why not
share some stories with the grown-ups in your life too?) You can find out more
about the month on the FCBG website.
