How about historical; I need a genre!

An Historical (Romance)?

When I first designed the cover of ‘Ellen’s Tale’ I called it ‘an historical romance’.  I still consider the story historical despite it’s setting in 2161!  How so?  You may well ask.  The Shorter Oxford English Dictionary, that hefty tome of a book, sums up history/historical as

History:

1) Original meaning of the word was learning or knowledge by enquiry

2) Narration of incidents

3) Continuous methodical record of important or public events

4) Branch of knowledge that deals with past events

Historical:

1) Pertaining to history

2) Concerned with events of history

3) Belonging to the past not the present

Ellen’s Tale concerns the work of two archivists in 2161 researching events fifty years in the past – 2111.  Using archival material they try and discover how these events influenced history.  They have to read and study around the basic source material so that the story can be placed in context.  The tale is the first part of a longer narrative which seeks to unearth the facts of the events.  Now tell me Ellen’s tale isn’t an historical something (I’ll come to romance in another post!).

I know, I know; life moves on, language changes.  However, it is to dictionaries we go for meanings; if we cannot do that language will mean nothing.  So moving on from the dictionary to Wikipedia – from the sublime to the ridiculous!  Amongst its pages on History we have

1) inquiry/knowledge acquired by discovery/ collection and organisation

2) presentation about past events

Alright, I know this a bit tongue in cheek but I have always liked to play around with the man-made, changing birthdays to suit myself ditto my names.  However, on this idea of straightjackets for fiction I do get so impatient.  Am I the only one who

1)    cares about the meanings of words

2)    thinks genre is just a useful ploy of distributers and book shops

3)   considers it not only a laziness of description but

4)   a bar against readers’ exploration of all fiction – readers also get into pigeon holes.

History is supposed to be real/factual – well we can dispute that.  As we are so often told, it is written and sometimes distorted by the winners, the powerful, to suit themselves (sounds like me!).  It is supposed to be a discipline which looks at past records (written by whom?); an inquiry into past truths by substantial and solid means.  So a strand of beads from a Roman ruin tells the historians a noble lady lived there? – sorry it doesn’t, it tells us someone dropped some beads there. 

Many historical novels and plays are about the author’s interpretations on their subjects or periods of time; events could differ substantially from ‘historians’ common pronouncements.  Shakespeare was a past master of this writing up historical events according to the ruling party of the day and why wouldn’t he be in the days when the Tower and the chopping block were real deterrents to doing otherwise!!  Robert Graves and Mary Renault presented their own interpretations of events in their novels and, of course, it is easier to play with ancient Rome and ancient Greece than something that happened last year.

'Historical romances', according to Wikipedia, are stories set before the Second World War.  Historical fiction, however, seems to follow the true course of the word history and allows stories from the past: such as Jonathan Coe’s ‘The Rotters’ Club’ set in the 1970’s or Courtney Thomas’ ‘Walls of Phantoms’ set in 1989.  So what makes romance different?

I accepted, reluctantly, that others had differing views to mine on the meaning of a history and went in search of romance.

I Need A Genre!

I have mentioned in the past my confusion about and dislike of the concept of ‘genre’.  When Ellen’s Tale was deemed ready to be sent to agents this word was the bugbear of my life.  Being told by some ‘experts’ that I was writing science fiction displeased me.  I was writing a novel.  Did I?  My memories of sci fi were so different from what I had written; I discounted the experts.  My tale was a love story: was it a romance?  Never, they said.  Was it historical?  Ah, come off it, they scorned. 

For various reasons and nothing to do with the above I decided to self publish and naively thought that particular problem was behind me.  After all in cyberspace there are no bookshelves, are there?  Wrong, wrong, oh how wrong.  Every site I wished to place news of Ellen’s Tale needed, with a passion, to know what genre I wrote in so that it could occupy its appropriate pigeon hole.  I hate pigeon holes.  I am not a pigeon, neither is Ellen, I would mutter with a scowl. I won’t even wear my name tag at conferences!

It has become an increasing problem and now I really do have to solve it.  Planning my virtual book tour this autumn, I find I’m unsure which blogs to approach while I don’t know what genre I am writing in. 

I have been researching over the past couple of months (again).  Discovering new fields of lunacy – er sub divisions!  In my ferreting around different information I have also made some interesting discoveries, found new authors to read, dipped my toes in genres I thought never to read.  It’s been fun.  Mind you, I’m no nearer discovering the true Alberta.

The following posts will be shorter than usual as I tackle each genre I might be writing in.  Maybe other confused writers will discover themselves along the way, just don’t hold your breath!