20 Books of Summer 2022: The Book of Forgotten Authors by Christopher Fowler
Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. It makes people think you’re dead.
In The Book of Forgotten Authors, Christopher Fowler digs up
99 authors of whom most people have never heard and provides a concise summary of
who they were and what they wrote.
This in itself would be enough to draw me to this wonderful
little book. After all, I only have 500+ unread tomes on my shelves, so obviously
I need lots more, and there are few things I like better than to spend an
afternoon trawling through the library catalogue (followed by charity shops and online sites) to
see if I can pin down a copy of something that looks interesting.
But Fowler doesn’t just give us a list of names; instead he tells us about each
author’s life, their eccentricities, foibles and strange experiences. And he does so
with such wit and enthusiasm, sometimes making connections to incidents in his
own life, that The Book of Forgotten Authors is a joy to read for its own sake,
even if you don’t follow up any of these authors at all.
Though I can’t imagine that you won’t – I’ve ended up with a list of 46,
including one T Lobsang Rampa, whose memoir of life as a Tibetan monk shot into
the 1956 bestseller lists. The press exposed him as a Devon plumber called
Cyril Hoskin – but that didn’t deter his adoring public, who went on to buy another
eighteen volumes of the stuff, one of which Rampa/Hoskin claimed had been
dictated by his Siamese cat.
There’s also one Fredric Brown, whose short story titles included The Cheese on
Stilts, and Thirty Corpses Every Thursday, and Thomas Burke, who published a map
of London’s public urinals, ‘noting in particular their sexual possibilities.’
Of RM Ballantyne’s The Coral Island Fowler remarks;
What drew the Scots to literary tropicana? Did they just enjoy reading books in which nobody wore a jumper?Well probably....
And of the once popular and totally tedious Jonathan
Livingston Seagull (by Richard Bach) he acidly, and so accurately
comments;
The slender square tome was to be found poking out of
backpacks the world over. It concerns an anthropomorphic seagull that yearns to
fly higher instead of just worrying about where its next whiting is coming
from. Millions swallowed the
inspirational Christian parable which, at 120 pages (lavishly illustrated),
took about twelve minutes to digest. It was so successful that it became a film
consisting of shots of seagulls floating about to whiffly Neil Diamond songs,
the overall effect of which was like lapsing into a coma caused by getting a
paper-cut from a Hallmark card…tendentious, artery-hardening New Age sputum…
Don’t hold back there, will you Christopher? Brilliant!
But Fowler can be serious too; in The Forgotten Queens of Suspense he makes an interesting point about the ‘claustrophobic, trapped atmosphere’ of stories by women writing just after the war;
…many wives…found themselves back behind the ironing board after a war during which they performed tasks equal to men…heroines were frequently told not to worry their silly little heads and take a few pills…
(This made me think also of Mad Men, and of Betty Draper in particular.)
Literary snobbery and pretension annoy me very much, so I particularly enjoyed Fowler’s attacks on these; of Dan Brown’s hugely popular but much maligned The Da Vinci Code he says;
The real sin of bad writing is being boring, and Mr Brown is certainly never that.
Exactly. I've been a lot more bored by 'Literary' authors, who may be clever but seem to have no idea how to keep the reader turning the pages.
I was especially pleased to see some of my own favourite
authors included here – Patrick Dennis, Frank Baker. Hazel Holt, Winifred Watson,
Patricia Wentworth (about whose detective Miss Silver Fowler is deliciously caustic;
In comes Silver, full of her horrible Little England opinions…endlessly knitting or moaning about foreigners.)
and Marghanita Laski are all here, as are some authors I’d
never have classed as ‘forgotten’, such as Barbara Pym and EM Delafield – but this
book was published five years ago, and things can change very quickly in the backlist
world. It only takes a publisher like Persephone or Virago to reissue a book
for its fortunes to improve dramatically (viz Watson’s Miss Pettigrew and
Delafield’s Diary of a Provincial Lady.)
And now of course there are also some wonderful podcasts re-evaluating
novels from the mid-20th century and earlier – Backlisted itself,
Slightly Foxed, The Mookse and the Gripes, and Tea or Books to name a few, (though I am frequently surprised by other podcasters who tell us they’ll be 'reading
from the backlist', then produce a book published in any year beginning with 20….that’s
modern to me…)
In between the sections on named authors Fowler inserts some excellent chapters
discussing more general themes; I particularly enjoyed The Forgotten Rivals of
Holmes, Bond and Miss Marple, Lost in Translation: The Forgotten World Authors,
and the priceless Justly Forgotten Authors – I’m sure we could all make a few
suggestions for that black hole.
In his closing chapter Fowler says;
The love of books is an obsessive and dangerous passion.
Thank you so much for this kind review - I had planned to produce a sequel but it was not commissioned. This is why authors get forgotten.
ReplyDeleteOh that's terrible - as you can see from twitter, plenty of us would love to read it. Tell those publishers we say they're wrong!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this one, too, a fun idea for a book. Here's my review from 2018 - I think I agreed with you on who wasn't actually "forgotten" as such back then (there's a rant at the end of the review about Vintage books doing something I'm still cross about, so all good!) https://librofulltime.wordpress.com/2018/12/30/book-review-christopher-fowler-the-book-of-forgotten-authors/
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Liz. I read your review, and then Simon's as well! I agree with the general feeling that, although we may think some of these authors are not forgotten, most people outside our bubble will never have heard of them. That's why I enjoy the online book community so much - hardly anyone I know will even read a Barbara Pym (inexplicable if you're me...) let alone some of these more esoteric writers.
ReplyDeleteIt's such a joyful moment when I discover that someone else has read the book I'm enthusing about. O Caledonia was a case in point - when I mentioned it to friends (who do read) they all looked at me blankly - such a relief to find others who loved it too.