And whilst still on the cute kitten theme from the blogpost yesterday, the VV thought this an appropriate way to wish you a Happy and Healthy New Year. 

May 2014 fulfil your every wish and most heartfelt desire.



Harry Whittier Frees - 1879-1953

The VV cannot deny the obsession on social media for posting pictures of kittens and puppies, and often clothed in human garb.  

Back when the art of photography was still in its relative infancy there was also a large demand for images of 'cute' animals - on postcards, books, and calendars, even for advertising campaigns where the actors were shown to be involved in essentially human acts.

The American Harry Whittier Frees was one of the more successful of the animal photographers. Some said his models had been gassed, the corpses then dressed and posed as desired - although Whittier Frees himself had claimed to work only with living animals. You may come to your own conclusion on that!

Over the years of perfecting his art Whittier Frees was known to say that rabbits were the easiest pets to pose but the least likely to take on 'human parts'. Dogs were often, but not always, amenable to the  process - with their attention kept by sound. Piglets were the most difficult. But kittens, which could be kept focussed by visible means of interest, were also the most adaptable and attractive to his audience.

Whittier Frees was said to find this choice of career very stressful. Eventually, he only worked in his studio for three months of the year. The rest of the time was taken up with constructing new props and stage settings - many examples of which are shown in the photographs below -

For more on the man and his life's work see this link from Life Magazine in March 1937.



This novel, the second from the writer of the thrilling and very popular THE THIRTEENTH TALE (which, incidentally is about to be seeen on  television  very soon) is shorter, less thrilling but oh, how much more haunting and moving and altogether more memorable than its predecessor. I have been haunted by it since I read it for the first time some weeks ago.  I don't often reread books. There are too many new and exciting things being published all the time for me to want to go back to something I already know.

I made an exception for this book, because I was reviewing it. I must try and convey what it is about B&B that has so got under my skin without giving away too much of the plot. Although it's fair to say that the twists of the plot, on the face of it, are not Setterfield's main concern. This is  the story of a man, William Bellman, who succeeds in all his does in life, and who even though he loses much, is also a provider of work for his fellow man, a devoted father, a very diligent and obsessive worker who stops at nothing to perfect whatever enterprise he is engaged in. He also becomes extremely rich. There are tragedies in his life. There are shimmering triumphs. And there is also something that infects his every thought and deed. 

In a short first chapter, which is easily the match of Ian McEwan's famous ballooning scene at the beginning of ENDURING LOVE, William kills a rook with a catapult. He is ten years old. This murder...because that's how he feels it and so how we do too...threads its way through the whole narrative. The dead rook is like  black ink dropped into clear water. It colours every page.

On a plot level, the dead rook haunts Will as first as a figure dressed in black on the edge of any funeral he attends. Later,  a man dressed in black makes a kind of Faustian pact with him and Will recognises this person from glimpses he's had of him before. He calls him Black and agrees to open a Mourning Emporium at his suggestion. This is a second business enterprise for Will. He'd already turned a  mill where he worked into a real success, creating colours that sang, and fabrics that were greatly in demand. Now, to save the life of his beloved daughter Dora, he goes to London and a shop called Bellman &Black is born.

Detail. That's what marks this novel out as unusual. We learn everything about both the mill and the shop. We have Will's life itemised and inventoried.  Will lives and dies. Dora lives.  The rooks go on and on forever and the last few pages of the book are simply beautiful: a description of the birds gathering and swirling through the sky and then settling on branches, seen by Dora, the artist, who will then, we know, always see them and always try to convey the beauty and terror of that moment. The book ends with a monologue from the rook-voice which has accompanied us through the story. I haven't mentioned that before now, fearing that a novel in which  one of the points of view is that of a rook, might not be everyone's cup of tea. Please don't be put off. You will be enchanted by the rook-lore and feel yourself initiated into a secret world that other people don't know about.

This isn't, in spite of what it says on the very beautiful cover, a Ghost Story.  You will find no revenants, or at least, none of the kind you might expect. No rattling chains. No headless horsemen. It's much more about psychology; about what goes on in Will's mind, and yet of course in many ways, the Mourning Emporium is by definition a haunted house

The prose feels Victorian. It's plain, elegant and pared down.  The accumulation of detail about processes, fabrics, landscape and buildings is very powerful and creates a world that stays with you long after you've finished the book. There are people, characters, interactions between them (the relationship between Will and his wife is particularly tenderly drawn as is the parallel relationship between Will and one of the seamstresses in the shop) but this isn't a novel about people's feelings and romances and disappointments. It's about the soaring parabola of a very simple story: the consequences of the single, dreadful act we witness  in the first few pages. That slingshot starts Will on a journey through life that he can neither avoid nor alter. We follow him. We listen to the rook.  It's a stunning novel and  perfect for this time of year. It's one that I am sure will haunt you as it haunts me. And you won't look at rooks again without a shiver going up your spine.

Adele Geras is a prolific and versatile writer who blogs at The History Girls, a joint blog written by authors of historical fiction and fantasy fiction for Junior, YA, and adult readers.

To buy Adele Geras's novels which have recently been published in ebook format by Quercus Books, please see this link



TA DA! The VV is delighted to announce that her third Victorian novel, The Goddess and the Thief, is published by Orion Books today.

Here is a brief synopsis:

Uprooted from her home in India, Alice Willoughby is raised by her aunt, a spiritualist medium in Windsor. When the mysterious Mr Tilsbury enters the two women’s lives they are drawn into a plot to steal the priceless Koh­‐i‐noor ­‐ the sacred Punjabi diamond that was claimed by the British Empire at the end of the Second Anglo Sikh war. 

Said to be both blessed and cursed, the stone soon exerts its dark allure over all who encounter it: a glamorous but deposed maharajah determined to reclaim his throne, a man hell­‐bent on discovering the secrets of eternity, and a widowed queen who hopes the jewel can draw her husband’s spirit close. In the midst of all this madness, Alice must discover a way to regain control of her life and fate...

For more about the novel, including a Pinterest Page, and with details of what it is all about, please visit essiefox.com.

Although not published in the US, the book is available with free delivery worldwide from The Book Depository.