Today is Veterans Day, also known as Remembrance Day in the UK. The date, November 11th, commemorates the end to hostilities in World War I, the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. And today, Readers Unbound is pleased to host, all the way from Wales, Helen Carey, author of the Lavender Road series, who will discuss her research for her historical fiction set during World War II. –Ed.
However you define the term ‘historical novel,’ there can be few things more daunting than being asked to write about events which you yourself don’t remember, but which other people do. This was the position I was put in when Rosemary Cheetham at Orion commissioned me to write a series of London based street sagas set during the Second World War.
When my agent set up a meeting to discuss the project, Rosemary’s first words were, ‘Oh dear, I didn’t realise you were so young.’ Obviously this was a matter of opinion! Nevertheless the implication was that she had hoped for someone with at very least a few childhood recollections of cowering under a Morrison shelter in the corner of the kitchen while V2s whistled overhead.
Clearly this was not the case with me, but I was reluctant to be defeated at the first post by the trifling problem of my age: ‘Goodness,’ I said. ‘There’s so much material available about the second world war. I can easily research it.’
It sounded easy enough. But what I hadn’t quite appreciated was exactly how much material there was.
That was over ten years ago. Now, as I start researching the fourth in the Lavender Road series, on top of the published (and unpublished) histories, diaries and letters, the museums, the themed ‘attractions,’ the official reports, the local history libraries, the films, film footage and endless BBC documentaries, there is also the internet with a million WWII sites and a plethora of WWII online enthusiasts.
But what there aren’t so many of now, sadly, are real live people who remember those eventful years. And it was people’s memories that I found the most interesting element of my research last time around. Yes, historical records are great, but nothing compares with someone telling you at first hand what it was like to be caught in an underground station when a bomb severed the water main, or to crawl through the cellars of a collapsed building searching for a trapped child, or to take a tiny riverboat over to rescue trapped soldiers at Dunkirk, or to be parachuted into occupied France. And it’s not just the big events, it’s the small memories too, Americans soldiers sticking their chewing gum on the door of a hospital ward while they visited injured colleagues, a precious pound of sugar carried in a tin helmet, the terror of a war office telegram, the delight in a fresh egg.
Yesterday I interviewed a ninety year old doctor who had been present in the laboratory where they developed the first penicillin cultures. He told me that they had to use bedpans to grow the cultures in, they simply didn’t have anything else suitable. Later on he casually let slip that in 1941 his ship was torpedoed at night crossing the Atlantic and he spent several hours tossing about in the dark on a makeshift raft in his dressing gown and slippers, waiting to be rescued.
That is one of the odd things about the war years, people who lived through it often look back as though it were all quite ordinary. But it wasn’t, it was extraordinary, and it forced people to show extraordinary amounts of courage and resilience. That’s what makes it such a fascinating period to write about. At the very least it is a way of preserving some of those precious personal memories.
Do you or your family have any special wartime memories or stories?
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Thanks, Helen. It’s interesting to think how historical novelists are, in a sense, one in a chain linking other storytellers, like all those tellers sitting around the mead hall (Beowulf) or court (The Odyssey) passing on stories they’d heard from ancient days.
Yes, it is a little like that. It’s a way of making those amazing events live on, bringing them into public consciousness. If only we were better at learning from them!
Thank you for posting such an interesting piece by Helen Carey and for your excellent blog – will be following you in the future. Best wishes marc