The Influence of Books, part 2

A few days ago I wandered through the works of three authors I remember fondly from my earliest reading days.  I moved into the adult section of the library when I was about twelve.  If there was much of a Young Adult market back then, I don’t remember it.  My parents were constant readers, and nothing on their bookshelves was off limits.  They figured if I was interested in a book, and understood it, I was old enough to read it.

I read mysteries (I remember reading a Perry Mason novel on an airplane trip to visit my cousins when I was eleven), romantic suspense, historical novels, science fiction, pretty much everything.  Looking back, I still couldn’t say that this author or that influenced me (or my future interst in writing) more than another.  But I do remember my favorites.

I suspect I share my most-remembered romantic suspense triumvirate with untold numbers of (mostly female) readers and writers:  Phyllis Whitney, Mary Stewart, and Victoria Holt.  When I did a little research this evening, I was struck by the fact that all three of these ladies lived–and wrote–for a long time.  I love to discover things like that.

Victoria Holt (whose real name was Eleanor Hibbert) wrote under several pseudonyms, perhaps because she wrote so many books, and perhaps to separate them by genre.  As Victoria Holt, she was famous for gothic novels like Mistress of Mellyn and Bride of Pendorric, from 1960 through 1993; those were my favorites.  As Jean Plaidy, she wrote an astounding number of novels based on the lives of English royalty, published from 1945 through 1996.  As Phillipa Carr, she wrote another series of English historical novels between 1972 and 1993.  She published under at least five other names, too, before she died in 1993, at the age of 86, on a cruise ship somewhere between Greece and Egypt.  Probably planning her next three books at the time.

I was surprised but pleased to learn that Mary Stewart, also an English writer, is alive and living in Edinburgh, where she recently celebrated her 96th birthday.  My own favorite Stewart books were her Merlin saga, beginning with The Crystal Cave in 1970.  Ask around, and you’ll hear titles like Nine Coaches Waiting, My Brother Michael, and The Moon Spinners listed as favorites.  Stewart “only” wrote about twenty-five novels, published between 1954 and 1997.

Phyllis A. Whitney, the American of the trio, died in 2008, still reportedly writing at the age of 104.  She wrote dozens of novels between 1941 and 1997.  I remember reading her books regularly in the 60s and 70s, but I had missed quite a few when I read her obituary.  I went out and picked up several of her later books, written in the 1990s, and they were just what I remembered, suspenseful stories steeped in setting and locale.  She also wrote an excellent Guide to Fiction Writing, much loved by at least two generations of writers.

Did my love for the work of these three writers set me on the path toward writing romance?  None of them would have considered herself a writer of genre romance.  Holt wrote more historical fiction (an entirely different genre than modern historical romance) than anything else.  Stewart wrote historical fantasy in the Merlin series and contemporary suspense in the majority of her novels.  Whitney won the Grand Master Award of the Mystery Writers of America in 1988.

But there was romance in all their novels.  The romance may not have been the main plot, or the main selling point, but it was always there, and generations of readers and writers still read and love them for it.

Shopping, Reading, and Random Thoughts

I was going to stay home and nurse my cold today, but the weather was so pretty (after a dreary, rainy day yesterday) that I found an excuse or two to go out.  When I stopped by Office Depot for a box of my favorite pens, I found myself unable to resist buying a pair of 8 gigabyte flash drives, on sale for $9.00 apiece.  I don’t need them.  I have flash drives all over the place, in my purse, on my desk, little ones in a box, more on my desk at work.  I remember when the first flash drives (I think most people referred to them as thumb drives then) came out–they held 128 megabytes of data and cost a hundred dollars or more.  I had friends who carried them around like talismans, their novels-in-progress safely hanging from lanyards around their necks.  Heck, not too many years ago I was working on a computer with a hard drive that only held 2 gigabytes.  Nine bucks–how could I pass them up?

Office Depot is located next door to Half Price Books, and how could I pass that up?  I went in looking for a copy of Mary Norton’s The Borrowers, a book I remember fondly from my childhood (mumble mumble) decades ago.  A new movie version is just coming out, reminding me of the book  (although the movie, an animated Japanese film redubbed in English, is called, for reasons I can’t explain, The Secret World of Arrietty, after the protagonist of the book).  There were no copies of Norton’s books in the store, but I did stumble across a biography of L. Frank Baum, Finding Oz by Evan I. Schwartz, a bargain at two bucks, and I picked up another of Phyllis A. Whitney’s novels, Woman Without a Past.

Full shopping disclosure:  last week I ordered Deader Homes and Gardens, the latest comic mystery from one of my favorite authors, Joan Hess, from Amazon.  Being no fan of shipping charges, I found something else to buy (The Help on DVD) to bring the total up to the free shipping level.  Just made it, at $25.20.  Never mind that I’m working on a couple of Amazon gift cards that will keep me in books and movies for a while.  I’m still too cheap to pay for shipping if I can avoid it.  Yes, I know, I bought something instead, but it was something I wanted.  And we all know perfectly well why Amazon offers free shipping–so we’ll buy more stuff.

Sigh.  More books for the To Be Read Shelf.  You may have noticed I’ve had the same three books on my “What I’m Reading” sidebar for the last ten days or more.  I haven’t forgotten to update it.  I’ve really been that slow.  Busy at work, on day 50 of the current writing challenge (mostly editing on Bathtub Jinn lately, and I still need to work on that tonight).  The last book I finished was Haywood Smith’s The Red Hat Club, a funny, charming, and touching novel well worth reading. 

 We need a t-shirt, or a bumper sticker: She who dies with the most books wins.

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