A week or so ago, the Women’s Prize for Fiction and prize sponsor Baileys launched the Reclaim Her Name campaign to mark the 25th anniversary of the award. As part of the campaign, twenty-five works, written by women but initially published under male pseudonyms, were re-released under the writer’s real names.
One of the works in the set is Middlemarch, by Mary Ann Evans, who adopted the pen name of George Eliot in the mid-19th century, in order to ensure her works were taken seriously. Evans is quoted as having said she was
“resolute in preserving my incognito, having observed that a nom de plume secures all the advantages without the disagreeables of reputation”
Her partner George Lewes added that
“the object of anonymity was to get the book judged on its own merits, and not prejudged as the work of a woman, or of a particular woman”.
The books in the Reclaim Her Name collection are available to download as ebooks for free (in case you are looking for something to add to your reading list).
According to the Guardian article discussing the collection, the promotion was intended celebrate some amazing women of the past who have never quite had their due as women. Continue reading
North Lees Hall, the original Thornfield Hall (David Lally via Wikimedia Commons)
Are you tempted by our Christmas Week Short Story Challenge? Everyone’s invited, and it’s only a measly five hundred words.
The challenge evolved in the comments to my post Man-Caves & Brainwaves, about the rich and varied history of my home county of Derbyshire and its story potential. The rules (guidelines, really, it’s Christmas and we’re flexible) are simple – write a 500-word short story including ‘Derbyshire’ and at least three of the following: Darcy, Rhinoceros, Woolly, Admire, Love, Mine, Villain, Volcano, Ghost. Extra kudos for using more than three, and kudos with sparkles for Christmas references.
I’ll be starting off the challenge next Sunday (21 December). Several of the other Ladies are planning to play, and Michaeline will close the week in style the following Saturday, 27 December.
If you have a little reading time, here are Continue reading
Crooked Spire, Chesterfield
(Peter Tarleton via Wikimedia Commons)
Where did you grow up? Would it make a good setting for a story in a particular genre or sub-genre?
I’ve been living in the past this week. The sale of my mother’s house went through a few days after I got back from San Antonio, and I’ve been in Derbyshire packing up, giving away, and disposing of several lifetimes’ worth of accumulated family stuff. It was more than a trip down memory lane. I don’t think my parents (or their parents) can ever have thrown away a document, photograph or memento, and I found all kinds of old black and white and sepia toned pictures on postcard and thick card. I can just about recognize my father’s mother as a young girl, and my father’s father as a handsome, swashbuckling soldier from the First World War, but there are many Continue reading