Last summer I was obsessed with Ned Kelly. Time ran out before I could read and view everything I wanted to on my man Ned.
Mr S approved of my obsession and was slightly thankful as it meant I was willing to accompany him on yet another trip to the same ski fields he always goes to, if it meant visiting Kelly Country. Which we did but to my shame I did not blog about.
Yes, it is true. I am no longer obsessed with Ned. As the title tells you, Thomas has entered my world.
Remember when I was reading down the house? No! Well get back to here. I just couldn’t get into Wolf Hall. I tried three times and three times I was thwarted.
My god, there must have been a shortage on boys’ names. A dozen characters were called Thomas. Then there’s several Johns and even more Henrys. If this was fiction, an editor would tell the author to make up some new names.
That and the use by Mantel of “he” to refer to the central Thomas rather than the last male named as is the grammatical convention in English just left me feeling quite the un-intelligent being.
Enter the BBC series. Ah, now I get it. And thanks to the wibbly wobbly net, I have been able to look up details of all the players – major and bit players in the saga of Henry VIII. And the places.
I am loving the novel. I am going to buy the next book in the series as soon as I finish this one.
My obsession is affecting my language. Posting comments on FB with the most exquisite language. My words would impress you all. Words like alacrity and louche and sybaritic. And, oh my phrasing and syntax.
While Wolf Hall is colder and with less passion (funny though as they are having or wanting sex and Ned didn’t) the language is more appealing.
So which Thomas am I interested in?
You know how I hate suspense as a manipulative tool? (Wolf Hall proves how pointless suspense is. We know there ending and we still love the tale.)
Anyway, you will have to wait until a future post to find out my Thomas and why I love him.