Sunday, May 20, 2012

Crimefest

It’s nearly time for Crimefest, three and a half days of brilliant wit, pithy comment, intelligent chat and fairly exhausting fun in Bristol with a veritable galaxy of mystery writers, including Frederick Forsyth, PD James and – bringing up the rear by some considerable distance – Yours Truly.


If you’re going to Crimefest, please come over and say hello.  The more the merrier and all that.  See you there!



Saturday, May 12, 2012

Paris, SATS and Sweeny Todd

paris

Guess where I’ve been!

While I’ve been away, soaking up the delights of La Belle France, Jane Finnis did sterling stuff, hosting a blog post I wrote about some of the research involved in Trouble Brewing. You can find it on

http://www.janefinnis.com/

Make yourself a cup of coffee, pop on over, read, relax, enjoy and leave a comment.

The other thing I’ve been up to volunteering in a primary school where, naturally enough, I was particularly interested in an exercise the kids (aged 10 to 11) did for literacy.  The idea was that they all made magic potions and then – it was an invisibility potion – wrote a letter to their Professor who was trapped inside the Chamber of Horrors being threatened by a troll, urging him to make up the potion. The kids had to provide the recipe and encourage the stranded prof. to swig it back and effect an escape.

If you think this exercise draws on the work of a well known author, you’re probably right.  I know JK Rowling  has a hat full of money already, but I did think it was a bit off that a whole teaching scheme should be based around the Hogwarts Saga without mentioning her by name or slipping her a couple of quid.  I kept this reflection to myself, however.

The trouble is with this sort of scheme though, is that it’s designed to fit in with the Key Stage 2 Standard Attainment Tests (SATS) which stand, like a fiery sword, at the end of primary school.  The SATS require kids to use long words (referred to as “Wow” words) rather than short ones, use persuasive language with, for choice, rhetorical questions, throw adjectives around like birdseed and generally dress the whole thing up.  Therefore the ideal first sentence to the putative and hapless prof. should run something like:

Do you require assistance (wow word) in evading (wow word) the massive (wow word) more adjectives troll?  I urge you to consider this potion.

Then follow directions for making up the potion, with Eyes of Newt etc and, oddly enough, Unicorn’s blood..  But the kids were encouraged not to simply list them, but to (again) lard it with adjectives:

Drop the unicorn’s blood carefully into the glazed earthenware jug containing the Eyes of Newt etc



Okay, it’s a school exercise, but it assumes the kids are familiar with Mr Potter’s trials, and Unicorn’s blood is the substance Voldermort drinks to bring himself back to a horrific half life.  Who is this professor…?  Wouldn’t we be better off letting the troll have his snack?

The other thing is, that the insistence on writing at length is simply inappropriate if you buy into the scenario.  This is meant to be urgent, yes?  I’m all for kids extending and using their vocabulary but there’s a time and a place and trapped in a Chamber of Horrors with a troll is no time to be mithering about finding the mot juste.  It occurred to me at the time and it would’ve occurred to me when I was eleven.

However, as before, I kept this reflection to myself.

There’s a wonderful passage in ES Turner’s wonderful book on comics and penny dreadfuls, Boys Will Be Boys where he quotes from Thomas Peckett Prest’s 1840 serial.  Prest’s serial had the restrained title of The String of Pearls but it’s actually the incredibly full blooded tale of Sweeny Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

Sweeny Todd has imprisoned a humble pie-maker in the underground bakery.  The pieman has to turn the mounds of meat that mysteriously arrive into pies.

I’ll let ES Turner take up the tale.

The pieman began to search the far end of the vault.  Lightly pencilled on the wall was this disturbing message.

Whatever unhappy wretch reads these lines may bid adieu to the world and all hope, for he is a doomed man!  He will never emerge from these vaults with life, for there is a secret connected with them so awful and so hideous that to write it makes one’s blood curdle and the flesh to creep upon your bones.  The secret is this – and you may be assured, whoever is reading these lines, that I write the truth, and that it is impossible to make the awful truth worse by exaggeration, as it would be by a candle at midday to attempt to add any lustre to the sunbeams.

Here, most unfortunately, the writing broke off.

If the unknown author had thought less of his literary style and more of his duty to society he might have been able to get his message across.”



The setters of SATS tests for primary schools should take notice!