London Old and New
Maybe it’s because I’m not a Londoner, but I love London town – as a writer of historical fiction, that is. To be fair, once I had decided on the subject of my series of novels, I had no choice about their location: they are set in the 1820s and narrated by a magistrates’ constable – and nearly all of these fellows were in London. But what a gift of a location it is.
Maybe it’s because I’m not a Londoner, but I love London town – as a writer of historical fiction, that is. To be fair, once I had decided on the subject of my series of novels, I had no choice about their location: they are set in the 1820s and narrated by a magistrates’ constable – and nearly all of these fellows were in London. But what a gift of a location it is.
London is a vast city, but that is a fairly recent
development. At the time of my books –
at the end of the Regency, and not long before Victoria became queen – London
was a much smaller place. And I often
have to remind myself (and my readers) that when Constable Plank goes to, for
instance, Green Park, he is venturing to the very edge of his city. A visit to Vauxhall is like a trip to the
countryside, involving a picnic basket and much planning. One of my main characters lives in a
densely-populated part of north London that was completely flattened not long
afterwards to make way for Euston and King’s Cross railway stations.
Vauxhall Gardens circa 1826 |
What all of this means is that I have to be
very careful to consult contemporaneous maps when describing locations,
journeys, premises and so on. Luckily
there is a terrific one called Greenwood’s Map of London, which was produced in
1827 and is available on various websites in zoomable PDF format; what an
amazing resource that has been, and a prime example of how lucky we modern
writers are to have access to online research materials. I cannot imagine how difficult it would have
been to have to visit a library to look at this map every time I wanted to
check a street name.
Adding to the fun is the way in which street names were
frequently changed, perhaps to reflect political loyalties, or when a wealthy
patron bought a few streets and wanted them renamed to reflect his
generosity. My constable lives in Norton
Street, but you won’t find that on any modern map of London; in the 1870s it
was renamed Bolsover Street in homage to Bolsover Castle, ancestral home of the
Cavendish family who bought up Norton Street and much around it in the mid
nineteenth century. Even small changes
can trip up the unwary: in my current book I was merrily writing about a
location in Old Street – until I was peering at Greenwoods and noticed that in
Plank’s day it was known as Old Street Road.
You can be sure that someone would have spotted that!
The real joy of setting a book in London, however, is not
how much it has changed but how much it has stayed the same. Lift your eyes above street level – above the
cars and the neon shop signs and the clutter of street furniture – and much of
what you now see is original. Step down
a side road and – behind the frontages put up by later generations – you can
see the original rooflines. Wander into
almost any part of the city and the street pattern is original; unlike Paris
and many other cities, London has not had a wholesale rebuilding programme (at
least, not since the enforced one following the Great Fire in 1666). Even the Blitz missed many of the important
buildings and districts.
This means that I can frequently indulge in one of my
favourite activities. As authors, we are
often looking for fun things to do that we can kid ourselves are “research”,
and my personal weakness is what my husband calls “walking the Plank”. This is where I decide that my constable has
to journey from, say, his base in Great Marlborough Street to the vaults in
Pennington Street, and I have to plan his route, describe it and work out how
long it would have taken him. In almost
all circumstances he would have walked everywhere, and because the street
layout is still so similar, I can calculate fairly accurately where he would
have gone, what he would have seen – and how many pints he would have needed to
revive himself on arrival. And on the
rare occasions when I can’t walk the Plank myself, another online resource –
the Transport for London travel planner – comes to my rescue: put in the start
and end point, indicate that the only mode of transport to be used is walking
(I doubt my constable would have used the Emirates cable car…) and ask for the
route. That’s London in a nutshell: old
and new working together perfectly.
© Susan Grossey
Susan Grossey spends her weekdays fighting money laundering,
and her evenings and weekends writing historical financial crime novels.
There are now four Sam Plank novels, with a
fifth underway and a further two planned.
The fourth in the series – “Portraits of Pretence” – was chosen as “Book
of the Year 2017” by Discovering Diamonds.
You can follow Sam’s progress on Susan’s author website and blog
and through his own Twitter feed @ConstablePlank
an extra short story :
Susan Grossey A Suitable Gift |
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Thank you Susan (and Helen, of course!). As a Londoner i really enjoyed that and i have become acquainted with Sam Plank through Portraits of Pretence which I reviewed for Discovering Diamonds. For amusement, may I quote the chorus of a little monologue by Gus Elen, performed in the music halls of the late 19C? It was about overcrowding in the East End ....
ReplyDelete"Oh it really is a werry pretty garden
And Chingford to the Eastward could be seen
Wiv a ladder and some glasses
You could see the 'Ackney Marshes
If it wasn't for the 'ouses in between."
I just love this, Richard - if only it had been written sixty years earlier! Much of London must have been truly ghastly back then... Imagine the stink and the filth and the relentlessness of it all - none of this "go home and put your feet up" life that most of us have now.
ReplyDeleteI should say that Penwright is me, Susan Grossey! I once created a blog in that name, and - depending on its mood - Blogger sometimes still signs me in under that name. All very mysterious...
DeleteThe whole thing, with variations on the chorus, is here:
Deletehttps://monologues.co.uk/musichall/Songs-I/If-It-Wasnt-For-The-Houses.htm
Yes, I knew your 'nom de blog', Susan!
Blogger has a mind of its own on occasion! :-)
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