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Sunday, 25 February 2018

New book - and some upcoming talks and events


Tomorrow (February 26) sees the publication of my new book The Women Who Built Bristol (Tangent Books), which is a fundraising project for the charity Bristol Women's Voice. I'm really chuffed with the finished book - it was so much hard work but now having the actual book back makes it so worthwhile.

The best way to buy copies is direct from Bristol Women's Voice on this link - this is the only way to ensure that every single penny you spend goes to the charity. So please do buy direct. 

Containing 250 inspiring women, three sheroic dogs and one heartbroken barmaid from Easton. The Women Who Built Bristol is a bursting compendium of brilliant women who helped to shape Bristol into the vibrant city it is today. From pin makers to police chiefs, from workhouse inmates to lord mayors, this book shows that Bristol was built by women. Also contains 30 brand new illustrations. 

“Jane Duffus and fellow contributors of The Women Who Built Bristol introduce us to a glorious and eclectic set of women who are linked to Bristol. This a wonderful reminder of the texture of women’s lives and their influence in every sphere – something historical accounts often forget. A great initiative from Bristol Women’s Voice, I hope other cities also follow suit.”
Helen Pankhurst; granddaughter of Sylvia and great-granddaughter of Emmeline Pankhurst


UPCOMING TALKS (AND ASSOCIATED EVENTS I'M INVOLVED WITH):

  • Monday, February 26 - The Women Who Built Bristol book launch
  • Friday, March 2 - What The Frock! Comedy takeover of Claire Cavanagh's afternoon show on BBC Bristol Radio
  • Saturday, March 3 - 1pm - The Women Who Built Bristol panel event and book signing (with me, Finn Mackay, Naomi Paxton and Jacqui Furneaux) at City Hall, Bristol (free, part of BWV International Women's Day event)
  • Thursday, March 8 - 12pm. The Women Who Built Bristol talk at CW IWD event.
  • Thursday, March 8 - 7pm - The Women Who Built Bristol talk at Murmuration's International Women's Day event at The Forge, Bristol (info on this link)
  • Tuesday, March 20 - 7.30pm - The Women Who Built Bristol talk at Women's Institute, Gloucester Road, Bristol (WI members only)
  • Tuesday, March 27 - What The Frock! Comedy event (fundraiser for BWV, with comedians Cerys Nelmes, Kate Smurthwaite, Evelyn Mok, Amy Mason and Ada Campe)
  • Thursday, May 10 - 6.30pm - Helen Pankhurst talk, Deeds Not Words, at St George's Bristol (a ticketed Festival of Ideas event, info on this link)
  • Thursday, May 10 - 8pm - The Women Who Built Bristol panel event (with me, Rosemary Caldicott and Helen Wilde) at St George's Bristol (a ticketed Festival of Ideas event, tickets on sale soon)
  • Thursday, May 24 - 12.30pm - The Women Who Built Bristol talk at Bristol Central Library (more info available soon)
This list will be updated as and when new events are announced and tickets (if appropriate) go on sale. Please do contact me if you know of a suitable event or group to whom I could deliver a talk about The Women Who Built Bristol.

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

In 'The Library of Smells'

As part of the promotional blog tour to promote her fantastic new book A Library Miscellany, Claire Cock-Starkey is today sharing an extract from her book with MadamJMo blog readers. 

While we're about it, you can find out more about Claire by visiting her website here, and if you're in the Oxford area, you can hear Claire talking about A Library Miscellany (and her previous book The Book Lovers' Miscellany) on 20 March. More info on this link.


Friday, 2 February 2018

'A Petrol Scented Spring'


A Petrol Scented Spring by Ajay Close

Wow! This book has been sitting on my To Be Read pile for well over a year. Thankfully, something made me finally pick it up to take on a succession of long train journeys at the weekend and I am now a) kicking myself for not having read it sooner and b) praising myself for picking such an absorbing and compelling and wonderful book to accompany me on my travels.


A Petrol Scented Spring by the Scottish author Ajay Close came to my attention via nothing more exotic than my periodic online search for novels about the suffrage movement. But this is far from your bog-standard suffrage novel; this is something quite, quite different.


Set in Perth, Scotland, we are offered a rare glimpse of suffrage life north of the border, which is a welcome change from the majority of novels that are London-centric. As such, the real-life characters who Ajay has used as the basis for many of her characters in the meticulously well-researched A Petrol Scented Spring are not ones I had previously known of, but have now becomes ones I want to know more about.


Centered around the suffocating and almost-mediaeval Perth Prison, we meet the reclusive and repressed prison doctor Hugh Ferguson Watson. A man in his early 40s who has been kissed only once as a teenager and who seems to have scant idea how to relate to actual humans, particularly female humans. Watson’s previous role was as the doctor in a mental asylum, where he learnt how to force feed patients who were not of sound mind. Now, he has been enlisted to the prison services to deal with hunger striking suffragettes and begin the barbaric process of force feeding these political prisoners.


Watson becomes obsessed with one suffragette in particular, Arabella Scott - a woman who his ‘love’ obliges him to torture in the most bizarre and disgusting means possible in order (in his mind) to keep her pure for himself. Arabella is a strong-willed woman with a sharp intellect, steadfast composure and unerring stubborness to endure multiple force feedings every single day… during the entire nine months of her incarceration. As if this brutal twice-daily assault was not enough (we read graphically about how Arabella regurgitates the egg mixture forced into her stomach by a greased tube, and how it comes out stained pink with blood and gritty with bits of broken teeth), Watson keeps Arabella in solitary confinement from the other prisoners, but with at least one wardress to sit in her cell and prevent her leaving her bed, sitting up or even turning to lie on her side - causing the most unimaginable pain in the prisoner’s motionless body. Yet somehow, Watson believes he is doing this because he loves Arabella and wants to keep her pure.


Ajay Close does a wonderful job or bringing the stinking, wretched prison to life in the reader’s head. She conjures up cold walls dripping with damp, fetid and stinking rooms with windows that do not open, and the horrors of the screams from other cells that echo down the corridors. We read graphically of prisoners who are force fed via the anus. We read graphically of prisoners who are left close to death thanks to Watson’s abusive treatment of them. And we read graphically of prisoners whose most intimate body parts are exposed and ogled by Watson’s lecherous assistant, Dr Lindsay, who leaves the suffragettes terrified that he will rape them.


And then we meet the naive Donella; a well-brought up young lady who is staying in Perth with relatives to recuperate after an illness. By chance she meets Dr Watson, falls in love and the two quickly marry, despite the heavy suspicion of her sister Hilda. There’s something about Donella that appeals to the sexless Dr Watson: she looks identical to Arabella. But of course, she is not Arabella… and there the novel takes an even more cruel and horrible turn.


Honestly, A Petrol Scented Spring is the most gripping and compelling novel I’ve read for months. It quite genuinely is a page-turner. I usually find it very hard to read books on trains as all the noises and people and announcements distract me, but A Petrol Scented Spring managed to completely catch my attention and draw me in to its dark, stinking and brutal world. I even had to stay up reading it into the twilight hours when I got home to ensure I found out how it ended. Hint: you should do the same.



PS - As further proof of my newfound adoration of Ajay Close, please have a read of the ‘About Me’ page on her website. One day I hope to engineer a situation where we go out for drinks together, ‘cos she sounds like she would be a bloody good drinking companion.