First Term at Malory Towers – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 5

After a lengthy search I* managed to find my two copies of First Term at Malory Towers (I was in a bit of a panic actually as I didn’t have anything lined up.) *Ok, I found one and Ewan found the other. I really must put them somewhere safe when I’m done tonight. So I’m carrying on from where I left off last time, with chapter 11 onwards.

Earlier chapters can be seen here, with parts one, two, three and four.


CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE SPIDER AFFAIR

Very little to write about for this chapter, there’s only one new change in fact. Leant becomes leaned. This is quite a common type of change, we’ve had leapt changed to leaped earlier in the book, and I’m sure there were some similar examples in the first Famous Five book. Both are correct, though the -ed ending appears to be more common now.

There’s one illustration in this chapter, in both books, and this time the illustrators have depicted the same scene – the spider crawling up Gwendoline’s leg (though in the hardback this is put a page or two before it actually happens.)

I think they were both good. They both convey plenty of movement though perhaps Lloyd captures more of the fear on Gwen’s face – and I love the flying plait.


CHAPTER TWELVE: SHARP WORDS

Slightly more to say about this chapter, I admit I was getting worried the editor had gone lazy on us.

Another reference to spanking is removed, despite it being theoretical and not practical. Miss Potts tells Gwendoline that she and her school friends had a very good punishment for sneaks. All the girls in the sneak’s dormy gave her one good spank with the back of a hair-brush. This is to deter her from being a sneak of course. It gets updated to the sneak’s dormy giving her a terrible scolding. Not quite the same deterrent is it?

Queer of course gets changed, twice to strange and once to odd. Originally Darrell sank down on to a form, which becomes a bench. I’m not sure I know exactly what a form is, though from the context I’d assume it meant a chair, bench or something similar and not a class of girls. Presumably it has been changed as other modern children aren’t familiar with the word either.

Lastly, in the hardback it is said, Not Alicia. Alicia wouldn’t do a thing like that. But Somebody. In this case somebody has a capital letter as it’s a particular somebody and this is being emphasised. Typically a capital there would be incorrect, but as this is stylistic I feel it’s perfectly fine. The paperback’s editor didn’t agree and has removed the capital letter.


 CHAPTER THIRTEEN: HALF-TERM AT LAST!

There’s only one very minor change here. Hie, Sally! becomes Hi! Sally. We saw this in the Famous Five too, and I’ve always maintained that hie and hi are not interchangeable. Hie means oi, hey, you there! or something similar whereas hi is simply short short hello.

Originally there was an illustration with this chapter, of Darrell speaking with Miss Potts (who is younger and thinner than I always imagine) about her place in the form but there is none in the paperback.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN: A REALLY LOVELY DAY

It seems the editor was saving himself for this chapter!

Lots of things are modernised, most of which seem pointless.

Darrell’s father’s driving gets cut twice – She soon saw her father’s plain black car which he drove himself becomes her father in his black car. Possibly this is because Blyton meant something like instead of being chauffeur driven, which is pretty uncommon these days. Though, really, nowadays it could be read that he’s driving rather than his wife, women drivers being much more common now than they would have been then.

Then, Darrell’s greeting to him, Hallo Daddy – did you drive all the way down? is cut to just Hallo Daddy. Poor Mr Rivers, as his wife gets a much more personal greeting. I really can’t see why this is cut.

Swimming-match is updating twice to simply swimming, though again, I can’t see why that’s necessary, and swimming-sports becomes swimming competition.

Gwendoline is no longer a real muff at all games, rather she is a chump, and instead of Darrell saying Gwendoline has been stuffing you up, she is now having you on. I can see why muff has been removed as it has much less savoury connotations now, but the other change seems silly as Mary-Lou thinks something about Gwen stuffing her people with lies earlier on.

Lastly, Mr River thinks Darrell looks ‘on top of the world’, the quotes showing it is a thought, but like earlier in the book the quotation marks are removed.


I count that as 11 unique changes (I’ve not counted the queers for example) so it is now 67 in total. The next chapter is an exciting one so I’m looking forward to reading it, and seeing how it is altered, if at all!

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Secret Seven books at McDonald’s by Su, part 1

McDonald’s have teamed up with Hachette (the company licenced to print Enid Blyton books) to offer a series of exclusive Secret Seven books.

There are six small books, each containing a Secret Seven short story. They have coloured illustrations by Tony Ross and one is given away free with every Happy Meal.  Two were available from 30th April – 6th May then another two 7th May – 13th May, then all the books from 14th May- 2nd June.  On the Happy Meal box there is also the option to buy two books for £1 each, instead of the RRP of £5.99, from W H Smiths (in the UK). These books are The Secret Seven and Five and a Half Term Adventure. The six small books are available to buy on their own, without a purchase of a happy meal, for 99p but if you want to get the additional books for £1 from WHSmiths, the tokens are only available on the happy meal boxes.

I have been going to McDonald’s a little bit more regularly, for which the kids are eternally grateful and I now have all the books in the set.  I wondered how much the language has been changed and whether there have been any other changes as Hodder have stated that they have updated the books for the new generation of children. The Daily Mail states that the aim, according to Marlene Johnson, managing director of Hachette’s children’s books division, is to catapult Blyton into contemporary society so that young readers can relate more to the characters.  As I have the almost all of the short stories in their original format I decided to do a little detective work.  This could be worthy of the Secret Seven themselves, I’ll leave you to decide.

Also, given away to all children busily eating a Happy Meal in store was a Secret Seven themed balloon.  It advertises the Happy Meal and has a picture of the Secret Seven on them. I’m not too impressed that the pink balloon only has a picture of the girls on it.  Unfortunately I couldn’t get hold of a blue balloon to see of that one was stereotyped with only a picture of the boys on it.

Secret Seven Balloons

The Secret of the Old Mill

My copy of this book, although undated, is probably from 1948 and contains coloured pictures from Eileen Soper. Chapter one in this book is Peter has an idea but the McDonald’s book starts partway through chapter 2 on page 14, although a lot of the subsequent text from the chapters has also been missed out. The original 1948 book, contains 60 pages with quite a few illustrations scattered throughout and is also nearly twice the size of the McDonald’s book. The McDonald’s book contains 57 pages of text, with a few full and half page illustrations. I understand that they have had to prune the story to fit it into the book size but a lot of the story is lost.  The lame boy in the original story for whom they decided to raise money, to send him on holiday, has become a little boy who needs an operation abroad. All mention of the society being formed, how they chose the members and the making of the badges has been missed out.  Fifteen shillings and four pence has become fifteen pounds and forty pence with the original goal to collect being three pounds, which has changed to thirty pounds. In the end they get £10 as a reward which has been scaled up to £100. Apart from sentences being cut, the part where the boys meet at 11 o’clock has changed to dusk.

It’s a nice little story and will be a good introduction, not only to Enid Blyton but to reading in general. At the back of all the books is a note from the National Literacy Society about gettting families reading, and tips on how to engage your child in books.  It is a pity though, that once children have read this book, that the original full version of the book isn’t available in the shops to buy.  A copy of the story is available in the 1994 Award edition and as part of the 1997 Hodder Secret Seven Short Story Collection but I do know that the money has been updated as well as some of the text.

There are also some puzzles at the back of all the books which tie into the story.

On the left is the 1948 Eileen Soper version of Scamper coming to Peter’s aid and left is the 2014 version.

 the secret of the old mill

Next post: Secret Seven books at Mcdonald’s part 2

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Bank Holiday Monday

Well, life has returned to normal for us unfortunately. For me that mostly means work and rainy weather!

But not today though. Well, it may rain, but at least I don’t have to go to work!

Our contributor this week is going to be Su, with a look at some of the new Secret Seven books which have been given away with Happy Meals at McDonald’s. I will be returning to looking at the text of the first Malory Towers book, and Stef will either be reviewing the second St Clare’s book or putting up the next chapter of her Missing Papers fan fic.

I had intended to show you my latest book purchases, but I bought so much on my trip that Stef’s having to post them to me. I’ll show them off on my next Monday post instead. (Bet you can’t wait!)

There’s not really any news on the blog this week, but, Stef and I have started a new blog today. It’s called Two Points of View, and it is a photo blog to show off more of our pictures. We’d thought about doing something like that for a while, and then when Pete mentioned it again at the weekend we finally decided to have a go! There isn’t very much on it at the moment but we’ll be adding more soon.

For now, I’ll leave you with some photos I took while staying with Stef.

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Smuggler Ben

First Reprint Dustjacket by G. W. Backhouse

First reprint dust jacket by G. W. Backhouse

Smuggler Ben is one of the novels that Blyton first published under the name Mary Pollock, a  book that was reprinted later under her own name in 1950, at least according to the copy I purchased in a book shop in Alton last week when Fiona was down.

The story was originally published under the name Mary Pollock in 1943, which I believe was around the time Blyton was testing the waters to see if it was her stories that children were interested in or her brand. Smuggler Ben must have done well enough to warrant a reprint in 1950 under her own name and then another reprint in 1955. The 1950 reprint which I picked up for £6, has seen better days, and personally I’m beginning to wonder why I did pay so much for a book that should have been at least three. Anyway its a short little book, 91 pages to be exact

So given its length it is quite an easy read, one more suited to children’s bedtimes perhaps, given the length of the chapters as well (the book is divided into ten little chapters).  You meet the children Alec, Hilary and Frances in the first couple of lines and so, but there is no mention of their ages. It is assumed that as the boy, Alec is the oldest, and I think Hilary is the middle child, but I cannot be sure and it doesn’t seem to make much difference. In fact Frances, the supposed baby of the family, doesn’t really seem to contribute much to the story. Nevertheless, three children start off the story by arriving at their holiday home; a sea side cottage in which they are to stay for a month.

Immediately the children fall in love with the cottage and want to explore. Their mother warns then about the currents and bathing however, and tells Alec to be careful with the girls.  The cottage, rather like Kirrin Cottage, has the sea out front and a moor out back, but the moor plays more of a part in Smuggler Ben than it does in the Famous Five.

The scenery for the first evening is wonderful. The children head down onto the beach during sunset and skip around in the waves and sand. This is also the first time where they come across Smuggler Ben, who is a little unfriendly, well a lot unfriendly as he tries to frighten the children off with a knife.

The children decide to stay well clear of him, even when they find out he’s the only one who might be able to let them have a boat. However after a chance meeting between Hilary and Ben, Ben decides to make friends with them and show the children some of his caves and play with them.

Soon the children are playing Smugglers in a cave when they are trapped by high tide and discover that someone is planning on coming back to the cave in a few nights time. They think its smugglers, and decide to come back on the Thursday night to see what the smugglers do!

During a rainy afternoon, when Ben comes for tea, the children discover that there is a secret passage down to their cave and when the rain clears up, the hurry off to find it and clear it, making it easier for the children to get to the cave on the night the smugglers are due. With a job well done, they go back home and wait for Thursday to arrive.

Another great thing happens on Thursday, the children’s father and Uncle Ned arrive at the cottage to spend their leave from the army with the children and their mother. They have a week or so to spend in the little cottage. This is where we get the first mention of the wider world I think, and the war. I don’t think it’s mentioned before hand, but please correct me if I’m wrong. The children get worried that they shan’t be able to sneak out to spy on the smugglers when they hear Mother say that Uncle Ned shall have to sleep in the living room, on the sofa.

The children do manage to sneak out alright that might, but not as successfully as they thought because Uncle Ned wakes up and follows them, wondering what they’re up to and why Alec is leading the girls around in the middle of the night. As the children disappear down their secret tunnel their uncle follows them and for once a grown up’s meddling comes in handy.

I shan’t give away the ending, but its pretty thrilling. Its nice to know that this book has a bit more awareness of the war than some of the other Blyton’s I’ve read. Some of the Adventure series, Valley I think, has a few references to the past war, but there aren’t many in Blyton’s work as she liked to give children fantasy rather than a mirror to reality. Still it’s a nice little story and a thoroughly charming read. For an adult with time to spare, or if a child’s a good reader, its an hours read, or an afternoon read. Its definitely aimed at the slightly younger age group, the sevens and eights perhaps, maybe a touch younger, but is not lacking for Blyton charm. Well worth a read, but then again, what Blyton isn’t?

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A visit to Bourne End and Old Thatch with the Enid Blyton Society Forumites

That title is a bit of a mouthful really, but on Sunday fourteen forumites met up along with seven of their nearest and dearests (some more willingly than others) for lunch and a wander around old Thatch.

A good number of people turned up with bags and boxes of books and there was plenty of swapping and selling going on (a set of FFOs with facsimile dust jackets garnered a fair bit of attention) but I managed to be very good and not come away with anything except the school story Francis had already offered me (Kits at Clynton Court School‏ by May Wynne if you’re interested! I don’t even have it with me right now as I had too many books so Stef is posting them to me soon.)

There was much chatting and eating once we got inside the Spade Oak and then it was time to head over to Old Thatch.

I’ve already written about Old Thatch as has Stef, so I won’t describe the gardens in minute detail again, instead I think I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

What I will say is that the gardens change every time I’m there, dependent on the time of year and the weather. (In fact, Jacky told us when we arrived that the top end of the garden, near the old stream, had been flooded for three weeks after all the heavy rain earlier in the year, and they were only just finding out what had and hadn’t survived. The rain also affected other areas and plants, some thrived in the wet and others didn’t fare so well.)


THE GARDENS IN PICTURES

There was plenty to see anyway, flowers and plants of all kinds as well as plenty of wildlife.

The flowers came in all shapes and sizes not to mention colours, I must have taken a hundred photos of flowers alone.

And of course if you looked past the petals there was an equal array of colours and textures in the leaves and foliage.

Not to mention the house, fountain and other more permanent features.

I think a lovely day was had by all really, helped along by the glorious weather we had. We enjoyed cakes and drinks at Old Thatch too, some of us with a Dick-Kirrin like appetite even had seconds but I shall name no names! Stef and I also had a few lovely chats with Jacky and Stef bought us both Noddy friendship bracelets which were made by Jacky’s 97 year old mum!

Stef's photo which I'm shamelessly stealing

Stef’s photo which I’m shamelessly stealing

 


AFTER OLD THATCH

Then Stef and I had a little wander down to the river and lazed about with ice-creams á la the FFOs, though ours were Cornettos as the van had sold out of just about everything else.

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The Marsh of Adventure by Poppy, chapter 17

Chapter seventeen:

Dinah has a plan

“What is it, then, Dinah? Do tell us, we need to act quickly,” Philip said, sitting down again.

Everyone else sat down too, eager to hear what Dinah had to say. “Right, well, we need a plan to help us understand what those men are up to, that Jack saw last night. We know it is something to do with the passages inside this very hill, for the hole in the bottom of the hill has now been blocked up with a big stone, and we have seen the men heading down there many a time now.” Everyone listened intently. Dinah smiled round triumphantly.

“Well, all we need to do is follow them.” Everyone gasped. Dinah nodded importantly. She was rather enjoying all this. “Yes, we need to follow them, but not all of us, of course. That would be too dangerous, and anyhow, they’d see us if a big group of children began following them, all the way down the hill. We’d be bound to be scolded and goodness knows what else might happen to us if we were caught. But we shan’t be caught, for here is my plan. Three of us must wait at the bottom of the hill in the trees of bushes that grow there, out of sight from the men. We know that they will go down there.”

“What about the other one of us?” Jack asked curiously.

“They will follow the men, try and work out what they’re saying, warn the rest of us if there is any danger…” said Dinah. “Then, we will follow them into the hill, quietly, and see where they go, what they do, you know what I mean,” she said impatiently. “We will do it tonight!” Everyone gasped. They all admired Dinah’s plan except Jack who was rather doubtful about them all being caught when they tried to follow the men into the hill.

“Well what’s your great plan?” asked Dinah, rather annoyed at having her idea criticized.

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Lazy Monday

Well as you all know Fiona has been down, staying with me this week. We haven’t been too exciting, because we’ve had such lovely weather we’ve just wanted to relax in it. However we have been to see Jemima Rooper in Blithe Spirit which was fantastic! (It closes on the 7th June so if you want to see it, now is the time.) If you wish to refresh your memory of our interview with Jemima, click here!

We also went to Old Thatch today, at Bourne End and spent a gloriously sunny afternoon, the kind of May day that Blyton herself could conjure up! We had a lovely piece of cake at the tea room, and a wonderful wander around the exciting garden. Not to mention a lovely chat with Jacky Hawthorne, who owns Old Thatch. You too can visit the garden! They are open from now until the end of August Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday afternoon, 2pm til 5:30pm. Click here to plan your visit now!

Now on to our blogs for this week! Fiona is hedging her bets as to what she will write this week as she has a busy week in front of her (she leaves me on Tuesday *sob*, and then plunges straight back into work on Wednesday!) So she might favour us with her account of our day at Old Thatch, the books she found when we went book shopping in Alton, or another couple of chapters of changes from the First Term at Malory Towers. We shall have to see how tired she feels!

Our contributor this week, shall be Poppy with the next chapter of The Marsh of Adventure. I bet you all can’t wait to see what’s going to happen next!

I don’t know what I’ll do either this week. I might get around to reading one of my new Blytons; I have a copy of Smuggler Ben now which looks exciting to read, or the next book in the St Clare’s series The O’Sullivan Twins.  I also got the Famous Five Diary, so I might take a look at that for you. Otherwise, you might be in for another chapter of The Missing Papers, but as it’s all rather thrilling at the moment, I hope you wouldn’t mind too much!

Just quickly in our blog news, we’re almost at 59,000 hits, so go us and almost at 900 comments! Anyway, for now, that’s all I think. I shall leave you with some pictures taken today at Old Thatch (unedited! Eeek!) I hope you enjoy them!

 

 

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 21


Chapter 21

Gently and in complete darkness, Julian pushed open the door; it swung open on well-greased hinges. Darrell felt like her heart was going to explode, and David was sure that he was breathing too loudly.

Julian stepped through the door and the others had no choice but to follow him. Even though Julian was sure that there was no one else in the tower with them, he didn’t say  word until he was sure that the little room was clear.

“I’m going to turn my torch on for a few seconds, everyone check to see if there is a door anywhere? I think we’re in the cellar of the tower,” he said quietly.

He turned on his torch and pointed it at the ceiling so light flooded the whole room. Three sets of eyes scanned around the room but it was Darrell who spotted a door.

“To your right Julian,” she said, pointing. Julian swung around, spotted the door and then clicked his torch off again.

“Well done,” he said warmly, squeezing her hand before leading them over to the door. He touched it gently. This one was a little stiffer than the other one.

“David, can you help me with this one?” he asked, turning to his friend. “It needs a shove.”

“Let me untie myself and I’ll get out of the way,” Darrell said, picking at the rope about her wrist. She managed to untie herself just as the boys lined up to give the door a shove with their shoulders, in Julian’s case the good one.

“On three,” Julian said, “When I’ve lifted the latch. One…”

“…Two…”

“…Three! Push!” Julian hissed as he lifted the latch on the door. He and David pushed at the same moment and nothing happened. Darrell sniggered a little. The boys, red in the face turned to glare at her unison.

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First Term at Malory Towers – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 4

Here we go again, comparing an early edition (1948) to a more recent paperback (2000). There is some fall-out from the slapping/shaking incident in the last chapter so a fair number of changes to look at. A reminder of earlier parts, one, two and three.


CHAPTER EIGHT: DARRELL AND GWENDOLINE

The paperback continues to alter the text to reflect the fact that Darrell just pushed/shook Gwendoline instead of slapping her.

Originally Gwendoline goes up to her dormy to get some cold cream for her red-streaked legs, and this is changed to her going to get a clean hanky for her tears. In following the earlier alterations this makes a certain amount of sense.

It’s then said that they didn’t need cold cream of course, which becomes simply, she didn’t need one of course, and in both editions this is followed by but she meant to make as much fuss as she could. I’m not sure how much sense that makes in the second version. Applying cold-cream implies making a fuss, if any of the other girls saw, but picking up a hanky especially if she isn’t crying doesn’t so much.

When Katharine and the girls are talking about the incident she remarks that she heard those slaps right at the other end of the pool. This becomes squeals instead, which still works to a certain extent, though as they are talking about being unable to tolerate Darrell’s behaviour, the loudness and presumably strength of the slaps is more pertinent I think than the sound they elicited from a girl we know to over-react to things.

This chapter the editor seems to have forgotten that Darrell shook Gwendoline instead of slapping her as most of the references talk about how Darrell scolded her. That doesn’t make sense on two levels, one, she shook her which is different and two it means many references become out of proportion.

Katherine orignally tells Darrell to imagine what the school would be like if we could all lose our tempers and go about slapping people when we felt like it. This becomes go about scolding people. Now, I’m not saying it would be good if all the girls went around shouting the odds but her comment rather loses something when she says scolding. It would have more sense to say shaking really.

Then Gwendoline decided to write to her mother about being slapped by that beast of a Darrell. That seems like a reasonable reaction from Gwendoline at least, but in the paperback she decided to write about being scolded. I don’t think Gwen, who we are then told loathes writing home, would bother going to that much effort over a simple scolding. Again, a shaking would have made more sense, and there are other references to this letter of Gwendoline’s when she tells the other girls she’s writing to tell about how Darrell slapped me, and again this is altered to scolded me, and Katharine mentions she will write to Mrs Lacey to tell her what led up to the slapping, which also becomes scolding.

Likewise the girls all think it served Gwendoline right to get a slapping, or scolding in the paperback.

On to other topics for alteration now. One I cannot understand, when Mary-Lou thinks that Darrell could never really like a stupid person like Mary-Lou this is changed to a cowardly person. Yet characters are called stupid out loud at other points in this and other chapters.

And finally, going against the trend, common room earns itself a hyphen and becomes common-room.


CHAPTER NINE: ALICIA IN TROUBLE

We’re back to the issue of slapping again here, only this time when Darrell says I only slapped Gwendoline hard it is altered to shook Gwendoline. Seems odd considering the previous chapter was so adamant about referring to it as a scolding!

We can’t even attribute it to different characters’ views on the incident as Gwendoline is then said to have never in her life been slapped, and how not even her mother had slapped her. These have both been updated to shaken. Also changed is the line the four or five slaps she had received which becomes the shaking.

And then we go back to scoldings, as it is said that it would have been much better for… Gwendoline if a few smacks had come her way when she was small, or indeed if she had been scolded more.

There are only a couple of other changes, a few in relation to furniture oddly enough. Mary-Lou is said to have tidied the drawers in [Darrell’s] dressing-table, and this becomes desk instead. Dressing-table to me, makes it clear we are talking about the one in her dormitory whereas desk makes it sound like she’s gone down to the classroom to do it. This same dressing-table then becomes simply table on two occasions later when it’s mentioned Mary-Lou puts flowers on it, further implying the desk and table are different items.

The last has the Pool changed to the pool, which I really agree with (especially as the original is a bit inconsistent with capitalising pool). Oddly though, throughout both copies the central courtyard is capitalised as the Court.


CHAPTER TEN: A QUEER FRIENDSHIP

As mentioned before this chapter title is altered from queer to strange. It refers to Mary-Lou and Gwendoline becoming friends after Gwendoline ducked her in an earlier chapter. However, the other girls are noted to think how odd  it was for them to be friends, instead of queer. Keeping both words the same, I think, tied it all together better.

Instead of going down to the pool to bathe Darrell goes to swim. Bathe is a little old-fashioned, we don’t really use that to means swim and I suppose it sound more like a washing activity than a sporting one but still, did it really need to be changed?

Lastly flower-vases becomes flower vases while common room still becomes common-room.


At a rough count that’s 14 alterations (not counting every straight substitution from slap to scold/shake otherwise I’d be here all night.)

That makes 56 altogether so far.

There was one illustration in the hardback actually, of the classroom when Mam’zelle Rougier is scolding Alicia for pretending to be deaf (though this time she actually is) but there are none in the paperback. None of the Malory Towers books seem to have many illustrations actually, not compared to the Famous Five or Adventure Series certainly. I’m not sure though, if earlier Jenny Chapple editions (which go right back to the 1967 Dragon paperback) had more illustrations in them.

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Corinna’s Famous Five Pick’n’Mix Reflections: Five Go to Smuggler’s Top

Shamefully, I have realised that my last Famous Five Pick’n’Mix Reflection was posted 6 months  ago!  I wonder that Stef and Fiona haven’t removed my name from the blog completely.  However, it is getting decidedly autumnal down here in the Southern Hemisphere, so I expect to have lots more time for cosy fireside readings and blog-writings.

This time I decided to read a Famous Five from near the beginning of the series, and chose Five Go To Smuggler’s Top.  Now, I remember either really loving it, or really not loving it, as a child – and now even after re-reading it I couldn’t tell you which one it was (although as an adult it is easy for me to say which it is now – you will have to read on to find out!)  I also know that it is a favourite with both Stef and Fiona   so it was with some trepidation that I picked up one of my two copies to read….

two editions

 

A hardback and paperback edition.

I have “only” two editions of Smuggler’s Top a 1963 thirteenth impression which is in fairly good condition with a dust jacket, and a 1991 Knight paperback.  As usual, I chose to read the oldest, or closest to the original text version, but I am very fond of my 1991 Knight paperback for the inscription:

inscription

Corinna’s 8th Birthday present from her Mum, Dad and [sister].

For a while there I was the easiest child to buy birthday or christmas presents for, as all I wanted was another Famous Five book!

As with my previous reflections, I won’t attempt to do a plot summary – Fiona has done this for over here.  There was so much that I enjoyed that I could probably do a page-by-page description, but I think I would lose you all if I did that!  I’ll just discuss some of the things that really struck me as I re-read this story.

This story contains some excellent characters, other than the Five of course.  We are first introduced to Pierre or “Sooty” Lenoir in the very first chapter when Uncle Quentin asks the boys if they know him as he goes to the same school.  Uncle Quentin has been having quite a lot of scientific correspondence with the boy’s father and has asked them both to stay.  The boys are delighted:

Well, it wouldn’t be bad sport to have old Sooty here, Uncle.  But he’s quite mad.  He never does as he’s told, he climbs like a monkey, and he can be awfully cheeky.

Needless to say, Uncle Quentin is less than delighted after learning this!

The very first night the children arrive at Kirrin Cottage, there is a severe storm and the giant ash tree falls on the cottage.  This is the first of many frightening scenes in the book – it really does set the almost gothic atmosphere for the story.  However, the illustration on page 22 of my edition really did make me laugh – I’m sure I’ve never seen such a monstrous tree!

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A truly monstrous tree!

Anyway, with the cottage uninhabitable the children are shipped off to Smuggler’s Top to stay with the Lenoir family.  And so the adventure begins!  Like any proper Five adventure, the children must be properly nourished before setting off.  I noticed that on their journey to Smuggler’s Top, they had two lunches!  On page 27 “Aunt Fanny gave them all an early lunch” before they all piled into the car and headed off.  Then on page 30 they all had lunch again at an old inn.  I’m surprised they weren’t all fed again immediately on arrival at Smuggler’s Top!

Once the children arrive at Smuggler’s Top we are introduced to two other very interesting characters – before I discuss them further though be aware that there will be spoilers!  Mr Lenoir is Sooty’s stepfather and I do enjoy how his character is developed, and he turns out not to be “bad”, just awkward and odd.  It is unusual for Blyton to introduce a character that the children don’t like, but who is not a “baddie”.  Perhaps because it is unusual, the character is slightly unbelievable (how could someone with cold hands who doesn’t smile with his eyes not be a baddie?) in the context of Blyton’s world.  However I did enjoy the plot twists that came from this characterization.   And of course, he does make friends with Timmy in the end:

 

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Timmy politely shakes Mr Lenoir’s hand

Another interesting character is Block, Mr Lenoir’s supposedly deaf manservant.   He is a more straightforwardly bad character, but I did enjoy the way Blyton wrote about his deafness – you were never (even as an adult) really quite sure if he was deaf or putting it on.  And I do love the way Julian describes him when he finds out:

He’s  a very clever – sly – double-faced – deceitful ROGUE!

The adventure in this story really does take all the best ingredients from an Enid Blyton story and combine them into one.  The story has several climaxes which I also really enjoyed – every time you think you know what is going on another element is added to the mix.  One of my favourite parts is when Timmy gets stuck in the sinking mud in the marsh – truly, my heart was in my mouth (even though of course I knew he would be all right).  I really enjoyed how Uncle Quentin is the one to pull Timmy out of the mud  – in his pyjamas no less!  I do like Uncle Quentin, and love it when he shows his softer side and how much he cares about his daughter (and her cousins).   Plus, he does look rather handsome in this illustration:

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Our pyjama-clad hero!

One of the things that particularly struck me about this story was it’s spooky, almost gothic atmospheric imagery.  For example, on page 117:

When the twilight hung like a soft purple curtain over the house

That is poetry, by anyone’s standards.

This story really has it all – smugglers (including the Five, who smuggle Timmy into Smuggler’s Top after being told they are not allowed him there!), secret passages, a creepy house and dangerous marsh, and good old Uncle Quentin.  It is truly atmospheric – creepy and suspenseful and exciting.  So how could I not rate this story at the top of my list so far?!

Here is the revised list:

  1. Five Go to Smuggler’s Top (#4)
  2. Five Go Off To Camp (#7)
  3. Five Go To Billycock Hill (#16)
  4. Five Go To Mystery Moor (#13)

We shall see how Five Go To Smuggler’s Top fares when I get on with reading the rest… but I have a sneaking suspicion it will remain very near the top.  Fiona and Stef will be pleased!

 

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Monday

This is an important week as there will be a sort of World of Blyton get together. Stef and I will be in the same place for a week (at hers) and we will see some of our other writers on Sunday. We’ll tell you all about it next week I’m sure.

This week we’ve got another of Corinna’s Famous Five pick’n’mix reflections for you, and she’s looking at Five Go to Smuggler’s Top which is my favourite. I hope she gives it a glowing review otherwise I may sulk like George.

I will be comparing the next few chapters of First Term at Malory towers on Friday and I think you’ll be getting to read the next instalment of The Missing Papers on Sunday as Stef and I will be too busy gallivanting for her to write something else. (I’m aiming to have as much of my blog done before I head down you see!)

I will finish with some photos from my latest walk, which was near Falkland (the town, not the islands!)

 

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 20


Chapter 20

Twenty minutes later David and Darrell were back outside the café, waiting for Julian. David had the satchel containing everything they could find and the items Julian had suggested that they get for Sally on his back. Darrell had stopped to put her hat, scarf and gloves on with a thicker coat, and pick up her torch.

“Where is he?” David muttered, straining his eyes to see. Then he saw someone appear a little way up the road and look around. He paused from calling out to the person in case it wasn’t Julian, but then the flash of a torch told David that it was his friend. David took hold of Darrell’s hand and pulled her up the street, the sounds of their shoes the only noise in the quiet street.

It was not a night anyone wanted to be out; the wind was picking up and even from this far inland it was possible to hear the sounds of the waves crashing on the sand.

Julian had a satchel on his back as David and Darrell met him.

“Got everything?” Julian asked as they met him. David nodded.

“What did you get?” Darrell asked Julian, eyeing his bag.

“Just a few bits and pieces I’ve learnt to never be without,” Julian said shortly. He looked up and smiled a little at Darrell’s confused face. “I’ve got things like rope, chalk, spare torch, string and food. Now come on, we don’t want to waste any more time.”

“I assume we’re starting at the cathedral?” David asked as Julian started off that way.

Julian nodded. “That’s where the lady from the café said she saw them heading off to,” Julian said over his shoulder.

“Great, we’re going to a ruined cathedral with a haunted tower during a cold dark night,” Darrell muttered under her breath tucking her arm through David’s as they walked. David chuckled a little as they kept pace with Julian.

“Better not use the torches until necessary,” Julian said over his shoulder as they neared the ruins.

They walked briskly, towards the cathedral ruins and were just about to enter when David voiced some concern.

“I just want to get something out there before we commit to the cathedral,” he said carefully. “If the lady in the café said that she saw them heading this way, there is no guarantee that this is where Sally and Ainsworth ended up. I mean there is Abbey Street, they could have gone that way, or around the side of the cathedral towards East Sands and the coastal road.”

Julian stopped, contemplating this. He turned to face David and Darrell, eyeing both of them up carefully before he spoke.

“Which do you think is more likely?” Julian asked slowly. “I’ve got a bit of a hunch about the cathedral ruins. I think it is likely to be the place where Ainsworth would have used to contact anybody. I think there’s something here that only he knows about and that’s where he has hidden Sally.”

“All I wanted to know was whether it was a safe bet to just concentrate on the cathedral, that was all,” David said carefully. Then he paused. “What do you mean, found somewhere only he knows?”

“You think there’s a secret entrance to one of the towers somewhere don’t you Julian?” Darrell asked quietly.

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Five Get Into a Fix: An exciting dramatised adventure

I was struggling to think of something to write about this week and my headache didn’t particularly lend itself to reading so I decided to listen to my other Famous Five CD. Then I worried it would be lost in the chaos of my bedroom, but thankfully it was on the floor by the bed so I didn’t even have to get up to look for it.

Anyway, Five Get Into a Fix is is the second disk from the two-disk set I bought at Seven Stories last year. (The other being Five Go to Smuggler’s Top.)

Five Go to Smuggler's Top and Five Get Into a Fix

Five Go to Smuggler’s Top and Five Get Into a Fix

As I mentioned last time, the pairs of stories seem a bit odd but these are two of my favourites so I don’t mind.

So, the CD is in my laptop, I intend to turn off shuffle (unlike last time,) and then I can sit back and listen for an hour while I make notes.

The music and narrator are again a nice bit of nostalgia for me and I’ve a mind to get the set which contains Five Go Off to Camp as that’s the one I had on tape as a kid.

Again the sound effects are good, the car makes a lovely whining noise for a while before it’s mentioned that it’s struggling up the hill, and the shuddering to accompany the shimmering is good too. The four children do a fair bit of coughing at first too, in the car and at the farm. There are ‘layers’ of sounds in the story, dogs barking behind the main dialogue which all adds to it. Though, while the ‘background’ dogs are good, Timmy’s barking is a bit, er, unconvincing. He sounds more like the cowardly lion from The Wizard of Oz at times!

The music is used nicely to almost break up the chapters and provide some background to the narrator’s words as he skims us over the perhaps less important scenes between the ones where the main action occurs.

The voice acting is also good for the most part, the driver at the start is particularly good especially when the car is dragging its way down the hill at Old Towers, and the shepherd gives a good performance in a decent Welsh accent (there’s a touch of Rhod Gilbert about him as he talks about the shimmerings and the dog growling). I’d say Mrs Jones Welsh accent was good too, though Aily’s mother was a bit dubious, of course actual Welsh people are free to disagree with me!

Morgan is decent, definitely grouchy and gruff but his shouting isn’t quite as impressive as you might imagine when he yells for his dogs. He does sound much nicer at the end though, once we know he’s not the enemy.

Dick made me laugh as he speaks to Aily. What. Is. Your. Name? he asks, which is actually a direct quote from the book, but he emphasises each word so that it sounds quite insensitive. It put me in mind of Uncle Albert from Only Fools and Horses when he says he can speak German as there’s a German woman in the pub. Vot. Iz. Your. Nem?

Aily doesn’t sound like I imagined, and she isn’t very convincing really, though I suppose doing a small Welsh child who is unfamiliar with English isn’t exactly easy. She rather reminded me of the children from Fireman Sam at times actually.

The exciting scene early on, with Timmy standing off against the farmyard dogs is only narrated and not acted which is a shame and poor Mrs Jones doesn’t get the lovely description; It was Mrs Jones running as if she was a twelve-year old.

Nor is George described as being stood there, swinging the lather lead, and giving first one dog and then another a sharp flick.

So much is altered and chopped to make this a dramatisation that there’s no point comparing it word for word but those are two bits I find very memorable and I was faintly disappointed not to hear them.

On saying that, all the main scenes are there and I didn’t notice anything major missing at all. Also, a fair amount of the dialogue is actually lifted directly from the book, I noticed that as I was flicking through it as I listened to check on little bits and pieces.

So yes, that was an enjoyable hour. My sister and I listened to a lot of audio dramatisations as children, Pat Hutchins’ Rats and Follow that Bus were favourites both at home and in the car, as was The Snow Queen and many others I’ve forgotten. I’ve never listened to a ‘real’ audio book, where the entire book (minus any abridgements sometimes) is read out but then they take a lot longer to get through compared to a dramatised version I imagine.

I think the music, voice acting and sound affects add a lot to the story really and an hour’s a good length for a story especially for children (or busy adults!)

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The Rosewood Mystery by Cathy, chapter 7

THE MYSTERIOUS OLD MANOR

Neither Diana or Barney slept much that night. Diana couldn’t resist sitting at her window and watching to see if the light reappeared, and before she knew it, dawn was breaking and the sky started to get light. She hopped into bed to try and get a couple of hours’ sleep before breakfast.

Barney was in bed but was wide awake and lay wondering what was going on. He fell asleep about the same time as Diana, when the sky was getting light. Neither of them heard Roger and Snubby clattering about, and neither of them heard Miss Pepper getting up and going to start breakfast. Miranda wondered why Barney wasn’t getting up when the others were about, but she didn’t care, and snuggled back down into his pyjamas. If Barney wasn’t getting up, neither was she!

“Where on earth are Diana and Barney?” exclaimed Snubby, as he and Roger sat down at the breakfast table to tuck into hot bacon and eggs.

“I’ll go and wake them.” Roger got back up and ran upstairs. He burst into his sister’s room and jumped on the bed, yelling.

“Wake up, sleepyhead!”

Diana woke up with a jump and lashed out at Roger to stop him leaping on her.

“Don’t!” she said crossly. “I’m awake now, there’s no need to keep jumping on me!”

“Well somebody’s a grumpy sleepyhead this morning!” laughed Roger, jumping down and running out onto the landing to go and wake Barney. Diana rubber her eyes and got crossly out of bed to get dressed.

Barney was awake already, having heard the commotion next door. He grinned at Roger.

“What on earth is wrong with you two this morning?” Roger said. “Both fast asleep!”

“Ssh. Tell you after breakfast,” said Barney, getting out of bed. “Something happened last night. We’ll go into the summerhouse and we’ll tell you then.”

Roger and Snubby could hardly contain their excitement and wonder at breakfast. They watched Diana and Barney as they ate, infuriated by the secretive grins and winks that passed between the two of them.

“What on earth is wrong with all of you this morning?” said Miss Pepper, sensing that there was something afoot. “You two overslept, and now you’re looking mighty suspicious, and Roger and Snubby are sitting there staring expectantly like Loony does when he’s waiting for titbits!”

The four children laughed and tried to look normal. After breakfast they hurriedly helped Miss Pepper to clear away and wash up, then they all rushed out to the summerhouse.

“For goodness sakes tell us what’s going on!” said Roger impatiently.

“Well listen,” said Diana. “An owl woke me up by hooting last night, so I went to my window to see if he was there, and what do you think – there was a light flashing from a window up in the old manor house!”

“No!” Snubby sat up excitedly. “Really?”

“Yes!” said Diana, her eyes shining. “Flash flash flash it went – went on for quite a while too! I went to wake Barney and he came and looked too!”

“Why didn’t you come and wake us?” Snubby demanded. “I’d have loved to have seen it!”

“It stopped in the end,” said Barney. “We didn’t think there was any point. But look here – how about going up to the old house and having a look round?”

“Oh, wizard!” said Roger. “Yes, lets! We’ll go and see if there’s any way in, and if there is, we’ll get in and explore!”

The children set off not long after, calling goodbye to Miss Pepper, who was in the garden planting some new plants in the spaces where Barney had cleared the weeds out the day before. They had told her that they were going up to have a look at the old manor house, and she was quite happy for them to do this.

“There’s nothing much to see,” she said. “You can’t get into the house, and I don’t even know if you can get into the gardens, but feel free to wander up and have a look.”

They left the cottage and turned up the lane. It was a gentle slope of a hill most of the way, then slightly steeper as it neared the old brick walls surrounding the grounds of the manor house. There were two gates at the bottom of the winding driveway, but they weren’t tall gates, they were only about six feet high, and overgrown with tangled plants and creepers. The gateposts were huge stone things, with a large decorative stone ball on the top of each one.

Barney tried the gates. They were locked.

“I suppose the man who comes to do the gardens has the key,” he said. “We’ll have to try and climb over the wall. Should be easy enough.”

He jumped up and caught hold of the top of the old brick wall with both hands. Roger stepped forward and gave him a leg-up, and he scrambled to the top of the wall. He sat and looked at the view. The winding driveway curved round behind some overgrown bushes and trees, and directly below the wall on the inside was a proper thicket of rhododendron bushes, and a few brambles. Over the tops of the bushes he could just see the roof and topmost gables of the old house. It looked most exciting.

“What’s it like?” Snubby asked, most impatient to get over the wall and have a look. “Can you see anything?”

“I can just about see the house,” said Barney. “We’ll follow the driveway up to it. Come on – Diana, you come up next.”

Roger gave his sister a leg-up and Barney hauled her up to the top. Snubby was then shoved up, and Roger was about to pick Loony up to hand up to Snubby, when Loony tore off through the bars of the gate, followed by Miranda, and they both stood below Barney and Diana, chattering and barking excitedly for them to jump down. Roger jumped up as Barney had done, and scrambled against the wall to get a foothold, as there was no-one to give him a leg-up. Soon all four children were perched on the wall, gazing at the top of the manor house.

“Come on then!” Barney jumped down and reached up to help Diana. The two boys jumped down by themselves.

“Look at Snubby – he’s already filthy!” giggled Diana, pointing at the dirty scuffs and dust-marks from the bricks all over Snubby’s shorts and socks. He shrugged.

They all made their way across behind the bushes to the old driveway. It was flanked either side by rhododendrons, trees and bushes of all kinds, and felt very atmospheric and forgotten as they all wandered slowly along, looking at everything in awe. Barney kept his eyes open for footprints, cigarette ends or any kind of clue that might prove someone had been there. But there was nothing.

The driveway widened out into an oval-shaped area in front of the house, surrounded by surprisingly neat green lawns. The house was beautiful. The walls, as the children had seen from quite far off, were made of some kind of smooth grey-brown stones. The windows looked so pretty with their leaded diamond-patterned panes, and the upper floors had romantic gables and timbers. Many chimneys adorned the roof, and as the children wandered round to the sides of the house, they saw that it extended back quite a way, with lots of different wings and rooms.

To the sides of the house and behind it were more beautiful green lawns. A fountain stood silently in the middle of a landscaped garden with paths and neat flowerbeds, and far over to the right, they could see some large green shapes – the topiary garden, Diana assumed. The very back of the gardens rose in very large step shapes like an amphitheatre, all covered in smooth grass with the exception of two paths cut in the middle, and on the very top step, grey stone balustrades fringed the garden, separating it from the trees of a wood beyond.

It was certainly very beautiful, but had a definite mournful air about it. Diana was entranced by it, but also felt rather uneasy, and she kept close to Barney. Miranda seemed to sense her unease and jumped to her shoulder. Diana was glad to feel her there.

They wandered all round the outside of the manor, but all the doors were locked. There were some beautiful big French windows at the back, with a little patio in front of them. The children peered in and saw what must have been a beautiful large sitting room or drawing room.

“Why – it’s all still furnished!” exclaimed Roger. “Look at the huge old sofas and chairs! And look at that massive fireplace there!”

The children gazed at the strange furnished room. They had expected the old house to be empty and dusty. It felt very peculiar to look in and see furniture and ornaments – almost as if someone would walk in and sit down at that very minute. They wandered back round, looking in all the other windows. All the rooms were furnished. It was very strange.

“Well it’s definitely all locked.” said Barney, trying the last door. “Whoever comes here must have the keys. Surely it can’t be the chap who does the garden? Why would he be flashing a light?”

“Why would anyone – even if it’s the owners?” wondered Diana. “It’s a strange thing to do – someone must be up to no good.”

“Well – why don’t we come up here at night and see who it is?” said Snubby suddenly, his eyes gleaming. “There are plenty of trees and bushes to hide in, and we could watch who comes here, and what they do!”

“That’s an idea.” said Barney, considering. He looked round at the sweep of driveway. “Look – those big trees over there look as if they’d be fairly easy to climb, and we’d be well hidden in all the leaves. They have a good view of the house.”

The children went over to the large trees to have a look. Barney climbed up the knobbly trunk a little way and found that it was easy to climb, and that there were lots of fairly strong, straight branches where they could perch.

“That’s what we’ll do then.” Roger said decidedly. “We’ll creep up here late at night and get up this tree and watch!”

“Goodness knows what we’ll see!” Diana shivered a little.

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Bank Holiday Monday

Here we are on a (hopefully) sunny bank holiday Monday. It is so glorious to see the sun again, I just wish I lived near the sea or the beach so I could indulge in those Blytonesque past times of swimming, rowing and ice creams (though it is still far too chilly to swim in the sea).

Anyway, we’re a bit of a cop out this week I think, Fiona doesn’t know what she’s favouring us with (she’s not feeling too well at the moment, bless her, so I think we can forgive her for not knowing what she’ll write about.)

I think we’re on the next chapter of Cathy’s Rosewood Mystery this Wednesday, that will be smashing!

I might get around to reading one of my  new books, The Queen Elizabeth Family, which means if I do, I shall review it for you, if not, it will be another chapter of The Missing Papers!

Just to finish, I have a couple of memes I want to share with  you. I hope you like them!

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 19


Chapter 19

Darrell was waiting for the boys when they finally made it out of the changing rooms. She saw David grinning ruefully at Julian as he was teased about his rugby skills once more.

“Well I don’t see you doing any better, grand detective or not,” David retorted over his shoulder before almost bumping into Darrell.

“Oh hallo Darrell! What brings you here?” David asked, putting out a hand to steady them both.

Darrell looked worried as she spoke to the boys in a quiet voice.

“Have either of you seen Sally this evening?”

“Not for a while, since I dropped her off outside your halls about four hours ago,” Julian said, frowning as David shook his head. “Why? What is the matter?”

“I can’t seem to find her, and I’ve not seen her since she went out for a walk this afternoon,” Darrell said, rubbing her nose; something she always did when she was worried or puzzled.

“She has to be somewhere,” David said, flicking his hair out of his eyes. “Have you checked the library?”

“That was the first place I checked,” Darrell scowled at David.  She didn’t like the feeling that the boys were not taking her seriously.

“What about the café?” Julian asked frowning. He was now wondering whether he had actually seen Sally heading into her halls when he had left her earlier. She had been standing on the step, he knew that, but had she gone in? It was beginning to look like she hadn’t.

“No,” Darrell admitted. “I didn’t try there. I didn’t think she would have gone there on her own.”

“Well why don’t we go and check while David goes and drops his kit off in halls?” Julian suggested, winking at David.

Darrell shrugged and nodded.

“I’ll meet you at the café in twenty minutes,” David said. He placed a hand on Darrell’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“Don’t fret so! I suspect that Sally simply bumped into a friend and got talking, she won’t have gone far.”

Darrell tried to smile, but couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease was plaguing her. She was worried about Sally. Something about this wasn’t right.  As she and Julian set off towards their favourite café, she asked him quietly whether he thought she was overreacting.

Julian wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I don’t know Darrell,” Julian said honestly, as they headed to Market Street towards the café. “I was sure that I left her at the entrance to your halls before I headed back to St Salvator’s.”

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First Term at Malory Towers – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 3

I’m now onto chapters six and seven of the book, and have reached the bit I was most looking forward to – Darrell versus Gwendoline in the pool. I imagined that would have been heavily updated and I was right. How right? You’ll have to read on and see!

You can see my comments on the first two chapters here, and chapters three to five here.


CHAPTER SIX: ALICIA’S LITTLE JOKE

There is only one real alteration in this chapter, when Alicia deliberately mishears Mam’zelle Dupont asking her if she has a cold. She pretends she thought she said gold and replies no, only a ten-shilling note. This has been updated to a five pound note again, as in chapter one as this is the amount given to the girls as pocket money for the term.

Removal of full stops for abbreviations and de-capitalising break remain consistent though.


CHAPTER SEVEN : DARRELL LOSES HER TEMPER

Now here we go! Lots to discuss here.

Firstly, a simple change. How queer becomes how odd.

The rest of the changes revolve around the word slap, which apparently is too heinous a word for children to read and it must be replaced with less on non-violent words.

Gwendoline no longer thinks she would like to slap them both, or that it would be decidedly dangerous to slap Alicia. Instead she thinks about how she would like to scold them both, and how it would be decidedly dangerous to scold Alicia.

I don’t really approve of changing slap to scold, especially as these are only thoughts and not actions, but they make sense at least. It’s rather spoiled by the line in between those thoughts, though, which is Miss Winter had always said that a little lady kept her hands to herself. That really makes no sense in the modern edition, in between to references to scolding someone which involves no hands at all.

The sharp slap Gwendoline receives from Darrell for ducking Mary-Lou becomes a sharp shove. I’m not sure a shove can be sharp, really. A simple shove might have worked better, though to me a shove is still violent so I’m not sure why shoving is more acceptable than slapping. 

The next edits are some of the biggest I’ve seen, whole sentences rewritten or removed altogether so bear with me as I try to outline it all.

Right after the first confrontation between Darrell and Gwendoline, Gwendoline tries to leave the pool and Darrell catches up with her. Then, originally, it reads there came the sound of four stinging slaps and Gwendoline squealed with pain. It has become there came the sound of Gwendoline’s squeals as Darrell shook her roughly. 

Again, shaking is violent. Why it that allowed if slapping isn’t? The change leads to a lot more changes too. 

Whole lines are lost. Originally, immediately after the above quotes, we have Darrell’s hand was strong and hard, and she had slapped with all her might, anywhere she could reach as Gwendoline hastily tried to drag herself out of the water. The slaps sounded like pistol-shots.

This is cut to simply Gwendoline hastily tried to drag herself out of the water. It could have been made into something along the lines of Darrell’s arms being strong and she shook her so hard her teeth rattled but maybe that’s too violent – there seems to be a line in the sand somewhere below slapping.

So, all other references to slapping are lost (I shan’t list the ones which are straight forward exhanges from slap to shake but there are two if you are interested). Katharine tells Darrell she has put herself in the wrong, slapping about like that (which is a bit of an odd phrase anyway!) or in the paperback for behaving like that.

Then, more big cuts. In the changing rooms after, Darrell sees Gwendoline, dolefully examining the brilliant red streaks down her thighs. That was where Darrell had slapped her. This is edited to it was Gwendoline, dolefully trying to console herself after Darrell’s rough treatment. I’m not sure just how you dolefully console yourself. Sometimes I think they try too hard to leave in the original wording especially where it no longer makes sense.

And one last decent sized change, I shall write and tell mother, she thought. If only she could see those red streaks – why, you can see all Darrell’s fingers in this one! becomes I shall write and tell mother, she thought. How horrible Darrell is! 

Almost tame in comparison is the final edit where Darrell’s towel-cloak becomes a plain old towel. I don’t know exactly what a towel-cloak is. Presumably a cloak make of towelling material for wrapping around your shoulders when you’ve come out of the pool?

article-2022032-0D474DF500000578-290_306x590This is from the late 1920s (borrowed from the Daily Mail online), so I’m thinking that’s the sort of thing they mean, a towel that ties around the neck. I’m getting off topic now though!


I had intended to do three chapters again this week but there was so much to write about chapter 7 I’m going to stop there for the moment. Neither chapter was illustrated so there’s nothing to say about those either. 

I make that 11 changes then, between the two chapters. Not all that many, but most of them were quite substantial really. That brings us to 42 in total.

 

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A Missing Scene: Dick’s Adventure from Five Get Into Trouble

Dick felt angry and a bit afraid as the two men took no notice of his protests, but just dragged him away from the clearing where he had been mending the puncture in his tyre.

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He thought of poor Anne up the tree and felt glad she was safe there and could tell the others what had happened. He hoped she wouldn’t have to wait too long for Julian and George to return. He was glad when the men stopped and he found to his surprise that a large car was blocking the path.

Roughly one of the men dragged open a rear door and Dick was pushed in. The man jumped in beside him and the other was soon in the driver’s seat and revving the engine angrily. Slowly the car reversed down the path until it reached a place where it was wide enough to turn. Dick was glad the men had not tied his hands or legs together as he was able to steady himself as the car lurched round corners and roared along the roads where it could get up some speed.

“Where are we going?” he asked. “You’re going to be in trouble for kidnapping me like this. For the last time I tell you I am NOT Richard – well not the Richard you are looking for.”

“Rooky saw you so don’t tell lies,” the driver said. “Just you wait until he gets his hands on you. You’ll be sorry!”

“He will know you have made a mistake when he sees me,” said Dick bravely, although he was feeling quite worried about what was going to happen to him.

“Shut up, you talk too much,” said the man who was sitting beside him ready to grab him if Dick made any unwise move.

The car purred on through the night. It was very dark although Dick knew there should be a moon later on. It wasn’t really very long before the car ran alongside a high wall and then drew up at some large iron gates. The driver hooted the horn three times and after a moment the gates began to open. The car moved forward and Dick craned his neck to see who had opened the gates. He could see nobody and as he watched out of the back window he saw the gates swing shut again. He felt a shiver run down his spine. It seemed so eerie, as if some invisible hands had been in control.

“Don’t be so silly,” he said to himself after a moment. “There must be some remote control working them.” The car drew up at a door and the driver jumped out and opening the rear door he tried to pull Dick out. “I can manage on my own,” Dick said, indignantly, and he walked towards the now open front door between his two captors.

In the hall stood a tall man smoking a cigarette. “So what’s all this about? Where’s Rooky?”

“Rooky caught sight of this boy, and he insisted we give chase,” replied one of the men. “We caught him, but got separated from Rooky. We didn’t wait around for him. He’ll make his way back as soon as he can. He can’t wait to get his hands on this rat.”

“There is other business to see to tonight,” said the man in an annoyed tone. “I’ll take care of this boy. Now off you go… Hunchy!” he called “Come here.” A short rather ugly man appeared from a nearby room. “Take this boy to the attic room at the far end of the corridor,” he said to him. “I must see to the gates.”

“Get a move on,” said Hunchy. “Mr Perton’s orders must be obeyed.”

Dick decided he had better co-operate. He was still confident he would be released when the mistake was discovered. He followed Hunchy up two flights of stairs and was shown into a bare room at the top of the house.

A chair and a mattress were all that was there. As Dick walked in, the door banged behind him and he was alone. He heard the key turn in the lock. He sat down on the chair and put his head in his hands. For a little while he sat there wondering what was going to happen next. It was quite dark now and he wondered if he would be able to see anything out of the window. He went across the room and tried to see through the rather grubby pane of glass. As his eyes grew accustomed to the faint light from a pale moon he could just make out a garden area but nothing more. He sighed. I wonder what the others will do when Anne tells them what happened, he thought. I wish I could let them know where I am.

Just then he heard a noise at the door. The key was turned and Hunchy came in carrying a blanket and an oil lamp. He was followed by a woman carrying a tray. She put it down on the chair and scuttled out without saying a word. “Thanks,” said Dick. Hunchy looked surprised but he also went out without saying anything, having dumped the blanket on the mattress and the oil lamp on the floor.

Dick looked at the tray. A cup of tea – well that was very welcome as it felt a bit chilly in this unused room at the top of the large house. He picked up the plate and looked at what was on it. Two large rounds of bread and cheese lay there. It didn’t look particularly appetising but by now Dick was very hungry so he tucked in and was surprised at how tasty the bread and cheese turned out to be. He drank the tea and put the tray down beside the lamp. He decided to lie down and see if he could sleep.

He had just put the blanket down on the mattress and was wondering whether to take his shoes off when the door opened yet again. This time Mr Perton came in. Before Dick could start trying to explain once more about the mistake there was a sharp noise at the window. Mr Perton looked round and frowned. He stood listening then there was another bang at the window. Mr Perton walked quickly across and looked out, then, giving a sharp exclamation he hurried from the room, locking it quickly behind himself before rushing down the stairs. Dick hurried to the window but he could see nothing. With a sigh he decided he had better try to get some sleep, so he lay down on the mattress and pulling the blanket over himself he curled up and tried to go to sleep.

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Last Monday in April

So I did more book buying this week, oops. Here’s what I got:

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From left to right: The Shuddering Mountain Game (unfortunately without the cards and die but I have another of the series, found in the very same charity shop no less, so I had to buy it), An Exciting Term (my second Angela Brazil, though I’ve not read the other yet), The Song of the Abbey (#37  of 38 in the Elsie J. Oxenham series) and The Red Flower Mystery by Juliat Marais Louw (another Collins Seagull Library title).

They were £3 or under each so I think I did not too badly. That charity shop (Barnardo’s Books) had a good selection of Blytons actually (and a half-decent forgery of her signature) and I snapped a few photos with my phone.

And then Waterstone’s had three of their little recommendation tags for Blyton’s books. Not sure I agree with the one about Malory Towers though!

I really should read/play the Famous Five games I have and review them for the blog!

This week though I’ll be carrying on with my Malory Towers text changes, but maybe the next week if I can find time.

We’ve got a new contributor this week, who has written a short Famous Five piece, a sort of “missing chapter” to one of the books. And there will be more fan fic from Stef too, as she’ll be putting up the next chapter of her St Andrews story.

And so now it’s picture time.

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Boody The Great Goblin and Other Stories

The First Edition Dust Jacket of Boody the Great Goblin and Other Stories.

The first edition dust jacket of Boody the Great Goblin and Other Stories.

This is a book that I had very little idea about until I came across it in a lovely little bookshop in a recent trip to Alton. It was an intriguing find, and I had to have it.

My copy has a pleasant, bright dust jacket, with one elephant telling the stories to two younger elephants. Its bright and friendly cover of this slim volume makes for magical reading. The stories are aimed at younger children; they are short  fairy tale stories. The book is only 80 pages long and makes a good afternoon’s easy reading.

Boody the Great Goblin is the first and longest story in the book and is about a goblin who is trying to make his fortune. He starts out by trying to create the best potion for make people young again. He sends servant to find the last key ingredient, seventeen  gold hairs from the head of a princess. Boody comes and captures Princess Goldie and takes her away to his cave to keep her until his potion is finished.

The servant, Peepo doesn’t like this plan because at the end of the month  the young beautiful princess will become old and haggard. So he runs off to give a small boy the message and then the boy passes it on to the local prince who begins to tunnel into Boody’s cave prison to rescue the princess.

It is a lovely little story about good triumphing over evil or greed and the bad guy getting his comeuppance.

The other stories, Pretty-Star the Pony, In Nursery-Rhyme Land, The Bold, Ban  Brownie, The Grumple Goblin, and The Noisy Boy are all nice little stories as well, each with their own narrative. Those of us who are more used to Blyton’s longer stories might find some of the plots lacking in depth, but these stories are meant for younger children. The stories are exactly the right length for one or two at bedtime.

My least favourite story is probably In Nursery-Rhyme Land  just because I felt it came from a much younger place. The style and the children felt much younger  to me. My favourite was probably The Grumple Goblin where a little poor elfin cobbler outwits Grumple the Goblin with a pair of shoes. I felt this was a most marvellous little story indeed,  and was quite ingenious.

I like this little book, it’s got some nice stories that are perfect for a cosy afternoon with a cup of tea or reading to your children, grandchildren, young nephews or nieces. It is hard to get hold of, the only copy online that I found was on eBay, and cost a lot. It is also part of the Pitkin Pleasure Series, which is made up of 14 other titles. I wonder if I shall manage to find any others in this series to add to my collection? Well if I do, I shall let you know!

 

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