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Top Ten Tuesday: Ten Historical Settings I’d Love to See in Books

February 2, 2016 by Elisabeth Grace Foley 10 Comments

This week’s Top Ten Tuesday topic is a great one—either ten historical settings you love, or ten historical settings you’d love to see in books. I decided to go with the latter. My picks may wobble back and forth over the line between “setting” and “subject,” but it’s close enough, isn’t it? They’re not in order, just roughly categorical.

1) Westerns set in the early 20th century. A lot of Westerns nowadays seems to lean toward an 1870s or 1880s setting (which is perfectly fine), but when I began reading early Western fiction I was surprised to find a lot of it was set around the time it was written: from the turn of the 20th century up to the beginning of WWI, and even on into the early ’20s. It’s an interesting dynamic—the mingling of increasing modernity like automobiles and telephones with a still-existent frontier—and it’s a lot of fun to read.


2) Cavalry westerns. Here’s a branch of the genre that doesn’t seem to have been explored half as far as others. In film the cavalry western is a recognized subgenre, and some short-story writers have tried it, but how about some novels featuring soldiers and their families on frontier outposts?

3) Far west theater of the Civil War. I’m most familiar with the eastern campaigns of the Civil War, and enjoy reading about them, but I can’t help thinking there must be a lot of unexplored material for good stories in the events of the war in places like Texas, Missouri and Kansas—states that were divided in sympathies and also possess a frontier element to the setting.

4) More Great Depression fiction, but not just about the Dust Bowl and migrant workers. How about exploring the impact the Depression had on average middle class families from the farms and small towns of New England and the Midwest? (Bonus: what was the Depression like in other parts of the world besides America?)


5) Edwardian-era fiction set in small towns and among more middle-class characters. Most authors seem drawn to the glamorous heights of Gilded Age high society, and you can’t really be surprised or blame them, but I’m always interested in the everyday life of a given time period, and it would be nice to see more good novels with that kind of setting.


6) Victorian or Edwardian novels set in the Alpine countries of Europe. We’ve had our fair share of stately English manor-houses (and even American ones) in this era—and I’m just crazy about the gorgeous mountain scenery of Alpine countries like Austria, Switzerland, and even France and Italy. Wouldn’t it make a wonderful background for a historical novel?


7) Classy mysteries set in the 1940s. Basically I wish some author could capture on the page the atmosphere that makes the ’40s one of my favorite decades of classic film—the world of fedoras and trench coats, posh apartments and elegant evening gowns, taxicabs and telegrams—without it being merely a hard-boiled spy thriller or a cheap imitation of film noir. (Attempting this myself is a writing pipe-dream of mine.)

8) Pacific theater of World War II. Maybe I’m wrong, but it seems to me that the European front gets a lot more attention in fiction. I’ve read a lot of deeply interesting nonfiction about the Pacific that seems like it would make great material for stories.

9) Fiction set in the 1940s that isn’t necessarily about WWII—novels set in the post-war years, or home-front stories where the war merely forms a background. Basically I just like this decade as a setting…


10) Upstate New York. Now, this is a pretty personal pick, since I’ve lived here all my life. Though it’s an area rich in early American history, the only historical novels I’ve encountered with a real upstate setting are Cooper’s The Last of the Mohicans and Kenneth Roberts’ Rabble in Arms. Plus in the 19th and early 20th centuries, the city of Troy was a thriving manufacturing city teeming with industry and a destination for European immigrants. It’s just waiting for someone to make a fascinating novel out of it.

Of course, being a writer myself,  I’ve toyed with all of these as “someday-ideas” with varying degrees of seriousness…so if a few years down the road you see a book in one of these settings under my name, you heard about it here first.

What are some historical settings you’d like to see more of?

Historical photos from Pinterest; Alps and Catskills from Wikimedia.

Filed Under: Historical fiction, Lists, Reading, Westerns

Conversation With a Firebrand

January 15, 2015 by Elisabeth Grace Foley 1 Comment

This little piece was written in 2015 off a prompt of “dialogue about fireworks.”

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“Three left,” said Carl, weighing them in his hand. “Three nice little sticks of imitation dynamite. I’m just trying to decide where to put them so they’ll count.”

“Count for what?” said Donna, sitting down on the top step above him.

“Lots of noise,” said Carl. “More noise than just three little pops. I want to start a good honest ruckus…if I can make one that won’t mean too much cleaning up afterwards.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked to his left at the long irregular line of saddle-horses switching their tails at the hitching-racks along the near side of the street. “If there was a way of landing them under just one particular person’s horse, and sending it kiting out of town alone…” He juggled the firecrackers in his hand vindictively. “I’d almost like to stir up the whole bunch of them.”

Donna shook her head. “The punishment wouldn’t be worth the crime. Not unless you prefer a tarring-and-feathering for the finale tonight instead of the bonfire.”

“Or that crowd over there,” said Carl, continuing to juggle. A sea of buggies and buckboards were hitched all around the schoolhouse across the bridge. Lights were just beginning to show in the schoolhouse windows as the sun approached its setting, and the sounds that drifted over to them were the tap of dancing feet and the high hum of Uncle George Hornby’s fiddle blundering around like a good-natured blue-fly. “Now that’d make a commotion. With the right aim…there’s a perfect spot to land them, right between the wheels of the minister’s buggy.”

“The minister’s buggy,” said Donna, “is the most expensive thing he owns, and it wouldn’t be fair to make him get it repaired when he has a hard enough time making ends meet. Besides, it wasn’t his fault.”

“What wasn’t his fault?” demanded Carl.

“Oh, I don’t blame you. It’s only natural to want to bust up something like that dance because you got left out of it.”

She spoke quite calmly. When one is just-barely-sixteen and still wears one’s hair in a long schoolgirl braid with a ribbon on it, one is privileged to speak candidly to sulky good-looking boys several years older.

“I was not left out,” said Carl. “I was deliberately snubbed. I’m sitting here planning riot and insurrection because Susan Winters practically—practically—promised I could take her to the Founder’s Day dance, and then today she walked by without looking at me and went with that long-legged Sonny MacDonald instead.”

“I never saw anything wrong with his legs,” said Donna.

“The ideal place for these infant explosives,” Carl went on, looking across at the schoolhouse as if he hadn’t heard her, “would be right through one of those windows—if I could only be sure of their lighting on the right person’s nose.”

“Whose nose—his, or hers?” said Donna. “You could always ask Sonny out back afterwards and punch his—but I wouldn’t; he’d make mincemeat out of you. And if you ask me, I don’t think Susan’s nose would be much of a loss to anybody.”

Carl turned his head and stared at her.

“But like you said,” Donna went on hastily, “you haven’t got much chance of hitting either with a firecracker. And you’d have to pay for the window, and the burns on the floor, and somebody’d probably upset the table with all the pies on it, and Grandma Weatherby would have a spell—”

Carl gave a combined choke and snort which was a laugh that had taken him unawares. “From the way you’ve got it all pictured, you sound like you appreciate a good ruckus yourself!”

“Sure I do,” said Donna, “but at the right place and time.”

Carl grumbled something unintelligible, and continued to look moodily across the bridge, shuffling the three firecrackers like a deck of cards. Donna gave a little sigh. Sometimes one gets tired of being just-barely-sixteen and wearing a ribbon in one’s hair…

One might as well take advantage of it. She said tartly, “Were you really jealous of Sonny, or are you just mad because you’ve got no one to go to the dance with?”

Carl dropped one of the firecrackers in the dirt, and turned to look up at her in astonishment before even picking it up.

“I don’t like being made a fool of,” he blurted angrily. “Everybody knew Susan was supposed to be going with me, and now they know she threw me over at the last minute.”

“So you’re sitting over here thinking about spooking people’s horses because you hate looking ridiculous.”

He glared at her for a minute, and then got up. “Just for that,” he said, “I’d be willing to go over to that dance right now.”

Donna’s eyes drifted to his hand. “And the firecrackers?”

Carl grinned suddenly. “If you’ll walk over with me, you can tell me where to plant ’em.”

Donna sprang up. “And I know, too,” she said. “The place for those is right in the bonfire, at the exact minute the mayor finishes making his speech.”

“That’s not bad,” Carl admitted, his eyebrows going up. “But I’ll bet a whole lot of people have already had the same idea.”

Donna laughed, and her eyes danced. “Sure they have. It’ll be great, won’t it?”

 

image: wikimedia

Filed Under: Chatterbox, Dialogue, Flash fiction, Historical fiction, Humor

Family In Fiction

May 31, 2013 by Elisabeth Grace Foley 5 Comments

We often speak of a family circle, but there are none too many of them. ~ Kate Douglas Wiggin

There’s no question about it: sometimes it’s a lot easier to write about orphans. I’ve observed this tendency in books and discussed it with other writers before. There’s a certain freedom in writing about a character with no family ties—they’re free to move about where they will; the decisions they have to make affect no one but themselves. In a simpler type of story, a shortcut to eliminating the complications of relationships and background is just to leave your character alone in the world! It’s occurred to me, too, that this concept may be responsible for the epidemic of motherless heroines (particularly rampant in Westerns!). A girl who has a close relationship with her mother, or at least a mother closely involved in her life, will naturally have a mother’s input and advice on difficult decisions or problems that she faces. An orphan or a motherless girl is thrown on her own resources—do authors feel that this situation is more interesting to the reader? (A rare variant on this theme appears in Louis L’Amour’s High Lonesome, where an aging ex-outlaw worries over how to best counsel his motherless daughter on the verge of womanhood.)

But anyway, the orphan or loner protagonist can eventually become cliché (quick: name a Shirley Temple movie where she has two biological parents who are both still alive at the end), or, to go a little deeper, using them too often can cause us authors to miss out on an extra level of depth that we can add to our stories simply by making our characters part of a family.

The “loner” protagonist has long been a standard feature of the Western. That freedom of the unattached protagonist works better in an action-focused story, no doubt. As I remarked once before, yes, there were certainly plenty of unattached men in the Old West, especially in the professions of cowboy, soldier, explorer, et cetera…but don’t overlook the fact that much of the settling and taming of America was accomplished by families. And they certainly had their fair share of adventure, so their experience was no less interesting! In past centuries, the family was regarded as the most important unit in society, not only in the emotional sense but in the practical. Family members relied on each other in both senses as they forged their way in new or isolated territory. Parents, children and frequently extended family members all contributed their share to making a livelihood and home life. Multi-generational families living together were much more common—foreign as that may seem to our modern society, in which, if authors of magazine articles are to be believed, it’s necessary to practically draw chalk lines down the middle of rooms for two generations to exist in the same house together. (That’s not saying that many modern families don’t need the chalk lines, but that’s beside the point…)

I think one of the reasons that I like B.M. Bower’s Westerns so much is that she did not limit herself to that “loner” type of character and plot; nearly all of her books feature family of some shape and size, and the resulting relationships add additional color and enhance the plot. She wrote several mother characters who were not only very much alive and present, but strong, positive personalities (Points West, Rim o’ the World), as well as her share of fretful or negligible ones (Her Prairie Knight). She wrote fathers who make their families miserable (Hay-Wire, The Singing Hill) and intelligent, likable fathers who have affectionate relationships with their offspring (Skyrider, Fool’s Goal). There are close sibling relationships and strained ones; a pair of novels deal with the bitter consequences of a parent favoring one child over another (The Dry Ridge Gang, Open Land). I’m not as big a fan of Zane Grey, but I do notice that the books of his I found most interesting often have some kind of family dynamic as part of the plot and conflict (Forlorn River, Raiders of Spanish Peaks, Code of the West, Sunset Pass).

Do you see the variety? And yet all of these books are very much traditional Westerns, with their fair share of outlaws, cattle, action and romance. It would apply to any type of historical fiction, though. Putting a character in a family instantly adds extra layers to their personality, in the relationships and the responsibilities that are a natural part of family life. Depending on the people involved, these can be the most wonderful, supporting relationships and improving responsibilities in their lives, or the most difficult relationships and heaviest responsibilities. Another variant would be to take that orphaned or loner protagonist and put them into a family situation—learning or re-learning how it is to live as part of a family could be another whole layer of conflict for them. The possibilities are endless—as endless as the varieties of human beings and human relationships that exist.

(And incidentally, the Shirley Temple movie I described above does actually exist. See if you can name one of the two I’m thinking of!)

image: “The Homesteaders” by W.H.D. Koerner

Filed Under: Characters, Historical fiction, Westerns

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