Tuesday, 18 July 2017
By the early 1900s, Simon's Town had a substantial dockyard including a dry dock that was, at the time, the largest of its kind in the southern hemisphere. The town arguably reached its peak as a crucial British naval base during World War 2 when hundreds of ships were repaired and re-fuelled during the conflict. Sailors from many Allied nations thronged its Victorian lanes and enjoyed the hospitality of its watering holes. But the world moved on, Simon's Town was handed over from Britain to South Africa in the mid 1950s, and a harsh government began to implement the system of apartheid. In 1967 Simon's Town was declared a white Group Area, and all non-whites were to be evicted.
The evictions, as described in the plaque, play a key role in The Girl from Simon's Bay. My heroine, Louise, and her family have to leave their cottage on the mountainside above the dockyard and try to make a new life some distance away.They lose their close community, they lose their proximity to work, they lose their magnificent view of Simon's Bay...
Once our cottage is empty, I rest on the wall.
The sea winks with a brilliance I must try to remember.
But will it be forever?
One day, Louise reflects years later, David might help me reclaim what I've lost.
The soaring mountains.
The irresistible sea...
Saturday, 1 July 2017
Guess what arrived on my doorstep the other day?
It's the latest edition of The Housemaid's Daughter in Spanish...
plus the first few pages of the soon-to-be published Spanish version of The Girl from Simon's Bay, just to whet readers' appetites!
But before I get too excited about the upcoming La chica de Simon's Bay, let's not forget Housemaid which continues to sell steadily in many languages across the world since its debut almost 5 years ago. Spain, though, seems to have been particularly taken with the book.
Have you spotted the stamp on the top left hand side of the cover?
Mas de 15 000 ejemplares vendidos i.e. over 15 thousand copies already sold.
What a thrill to know that Spanish readers have loved the story of Ada's tumultuous life in a small Karoo town called Cradock! Was it Ada herself who captivated them? Or the clash of cultures playing out on the stark African plains? For each of us, a memorable book speaks in different ways. I hope you - and they - will enjoy The Girl from Simon's Bay or La chica de Simon's Bay just as much.
It starts with Ella, fingering a creased envelope marked Address Unknown...
The letter had passed through careless hands...
La carta habia pasado por varias manos...
Thursday, 15 June 2017
It was Sir Francis Drake who coined the now-famous line in 1580 to describe the mountainous peninsula that stretches from modern-day Cape Town to the southwestern-most tip of Africa at Cape Point...
"This cape, Drake wrote in July of 1580, is a most stately thing,
and the fairest cape we saw in the whole circumference of the earth."
Bear in mind that Drake, at that point, was nearing the final stage of an epic round-the-world voyage and might very well have been sated by the range of exotic and spectacular places he'd already seen. He'd set out from Plymouth in 1577 and went south to touch at west Africa and then picked up winds to speed him across the Atlantic. He voyaged down the east coast of south America, followed in Magellan's wake by taking the famous straits into the Pacific. From there, he sailed up the west coast reaching, some say, as far as California before turning west to cross the Pacific and reach the islands of Indonesia. He continued west across the Indian Ocean, and saw the Cape of Good Hope almost 3 years after leaving Plymouth. Then he made his way up the west coast of Africa and returned to a hero's welcome.
And all that in a wooden sailing ship, with only the stars and the sun to steer by!
But the journey was not simply a peaceful voyage of discovery. There were mutinies and skirmishes, and disease and death. Drake was also after booty, and he plundered many ships for their cargoes of gold, silver and spices. His ship, Golden Hind, must have staggered into port, so substantial was its cargo of treasure. Drake would go on to become even more famous for his role in the defeat of the Spanish Armada in 1588.
But I'm pleased he took time out from adventuring and piracy to notice the splendours of the Cape...
Thursday, 1 June 2017
Have you ever heard of a dog that joined the navy?
If you go to Simon's Town, the former Royal Navy base that is the setting for my new novel, The Girl from Simon's Bay, you will find one that did! Meet Just Nuisance, a Great Dane that was enlisted into the Royal Navy in August 1939 with the rank of Ordinary Seaman. But how did this come about?
Nuisance was born in 1937 and became a familiar sight around the naval base where he regarded the port's sailors as his companions. He enjoyed taking his ease on board ship, his favourite spot being on deck at the top of the gangplank. He was also an adventurous animal because he learned to use the train and would hop on in Simon's Town and wend his way to Cape Town, or jump off at intervening stops for a sniff-around. So frequent became his commuting that the authorities grew incensed with this massive dog riding the line without paying a fare - even though sailors offered to pay for him. Matters came to a head when the railway warned that the hound would be seized and put down if he didn't stop his illegal trips. A huge outcry followed. In the end, the navy Commander-in-Chief hit upon the idea of enlistment into the Royal Navy. After all, during wartime, any volunteer (human or, er, animal) was entitled to free train travel.
In due course, Ordinary Seaman Just Nuisance was promoted to Able Seaman to allow him to obtain 'naval rations'. He became a celebrity around the world, even getting 'married' to a fellow Great Dane and producing puppies, two of which were auctioned to raise money for War Funds at a reception attended by the Mayor of Cape Town.
What more can be said of such a famous pooch? Of course I had to include him in my book! And he is forever commemorated in a statue that stands in Jubilee Square in the centre of Simon's Town. Pop along and size him up, if you ever happen to be in the neighbourhood!
Monday, 15 May 2017
Here I am, signing a stack of books during the launch of The Girl from Simon's Bay in South Africa. This particular bookshop was Exclusive Books, in Constantia, Cape Town, and these copies were destined for a store-front display. I hope that they have all been sold!
Book signings are fun, especially when I get to meet readers who are buying a book for themselves or a friend or relative. But there's a hidden peril! I have rather untidy handwriting (as a result, I tell myself, of doing all my work on a keyboard and therefore neglecting my handwriting). In most cases only a signature is required and that's not a problem. In fact, a wild-looking signature is almost a necessity. No-one, after all, wants a tame author signature, do they? So I can allow myself a flourish, without worrying that it may be incomprehensible.
However... if I am asked for more i.e. I need to inscribe a particular message, then I start to get nervous. Having to write, for example, "To Susie on her birthday" or "To a special friend", requires legibility. But I find that my wrist seizes up and my fingers refuse to create neat text. What if the poor recipient can't decipher his or her special message?
So far, I haven't had any complaints but I think it's been close. The alternative would be to print the inscription carefully and slowly rather than attempt a calmer version of my cursive signature. But doing so might raise the possibility among sharper recipients that the books have actually been signed by different people:
The expansive author and a far more ordered assistant...
Would they feel shortchanged in some way?
Friday, 28 April 2017
Fancy listening to my new book?
Well, now you can because the audiobook of The Girl from Simon's Bay is out! Published by Rosa Audio, it can be found at online bookshops for download to your phone, tablet etc.
Narrated by the wonderfully-named Chipo Chung, it runs for 10 hours and 33 minutes from start to finish.
Enough time to see you through a long trip or a week's worth of commuting?
Audiobooks are becoming more and more popular as an option for those who want to "read" but don't want to take along a physical book or swipe pages on a tablet. Your phone becomes the book. Just download the title of your choice, hook up your headset, lean back and listen. These days, when I see someone immersed in what's being played into their ears, it's very often not music - but books. The written word made audible. And this segment of the publishing industry is growing faster than e-books. With a market valued at $3.5 billion and impressive year on year growth, audiobooks are changing the way we read.
And... did you know that you can switch between reading the Kindle e-book and listening to the audiobook? Or do both?
How clever is that!
Tuesday, 18 April 2017
So says Louise Ahrendts, heroine of my new book, The Girl from Simon's Bay.
And I am standing - on a very windy day! - close to where she would have met David Horrocks, by the middle landing stage. The ropeway was built in the early 1900s to move supplies, staff and patients from the West Dockyard in Simon's Town, up to either the Royal Naval Hospital, or to the Sanatorium which sits at the top of the mountain. It took 15 minutes from bottom to top, and you rode in a rather elegant cable car which looked like a wooden gazebo. By the time Louise and David met there, the ropeway was no longer in use because a road had been built to the Sanatorium. Only the metal pylons remain.
I think the locals must have regretted the ropeway's passing - imagine what an exciting journey it must have been! And what spectacular views! There's a lovely story about the specific siting of the Sanatorium. It was apparently built right at the top of the mountain in order to make it difficult for recuperating patients to go down into town and make merry in Simon's Town's pubs!
And what of Louise and David? What came of their meeting?
It was 6 months since he'd left and four months since his letter.
And now here he was, sitting on the ledge by the aerial ropeway, staring at the thicket of warships clustered within the dockyard. I was above him, on a path I often followed. If he didn't turn, he wouldn't see me. If I turned and went back the way I'd come, he wouldn't see me either.
I waited, one moment willing him to turn, the next willing myself to be sensible and go back...