Book Spotlight and Excerpt: Cold Blows the Wind by Catherine Meyrick

 

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Hobart Town 1878 – a vibrant town drawing people from every corner of the earth where, with confidence and a flair for storytelling, a person can be whoever he or she wants. Almost.

Ellen Thompson is young, vivacious and unmarried, with a six-month-old baby. Despite her fierce attachment to her family, boisterous and unashamed of their convict origins, Ellen dreams of marriage and disappearing into the ranks of the respectable. Then she meets Harry Woods.

Harry, newly arrived in Hobart Town from Western Australia, has come to help his aging father, ‘the Old Man of the Mountain’ who for more than twenty years has guided climbers on Mount Wellington. Harry sees in Ellen a chance to remake his life.

But, in Hobart Town, the past is never far away, never truly forgotten. When the past collides with Ellen’s dreams, she is forced to confront everything in life a woman fears most.

Based on a period in the lives of the author’s great-great-grandparents, Sarah Ellen Thompson and Henry Watkins Woods, Cold Blows the Wind is not a romance but it is a story of love – a mother’s love for her children, a woman’s love for her family and, those most troublesome loves of all, for the men in her life. It is a story of the enduring strength of the human spirit.

 

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EXCERPT

 

‘It’s white halfway down the mountain,’ Ellen said, dragging a chair next to Alice who was holding Billy. ‘Come here, Billy, my darling.’ She hauled him onto her lap and smothered him with kisses. The child squirmed but she held him tight, rocking him.

 The rain slashed against the window.

 ‘Where’s Mam?’

 Mary Ann nodded towards their father. ‘Ask him.’

 ‘Dad?’ Ellen said.

 Her father sat puffing on his pipe, staring at the stove.

 She raised her voice. ‘Dad!’

 ‘At Campbell Street, I suppose.’

 Ellen gaped. ‘In the House of Correction?’ She handed Billy back to Alice and moved over in front of her father.

 ‘She met a mate from the old days. She was a barmaid in the Labour in Vain too. I left them sitting in the Rob Roy last night, arms around each other, singing like long-lost sisters.

 ‘You left her there! Anything could have happened to her.’

 ‘It’s only across the road and your mother knows how to look after herself. I called in at the police office on the way to work and she was waiting to go to court. Drunk and incapable.’ He chuckled. ‘It’s a wonder it wasn’t obscene language as well.’

 Ellen stood, hands on her hips. ‘You didn’t go and pay her fine?’

 ‘She hadn’t been to court and I had to get to work.’

 ‘But after work?’

 Her father shrugged and didn’t meet Ellen’s eyes. ‘I forgot.’

 ‘Forgot your wife!’ She clamped her mouth shut on the words she wanted to scream at him. How could he forget the woman he had been married to for over twenty-five years, had eight children with, and buried one? It wasn’t as if they were always rowing—they seemed to enjoy each other’s company still. And, after all that, how could a man forget his wife and leave her to be locked up in the House of Correction? If someone like her father didn’t care enough, what hope did Ellen and her sisters have of finding a man to stick with them through life’s ups and downs?

 She glared at him, breathing through her nose. ‘Well, you had better go and get her now.’

 ‘S’pose I should. But they probably won’t let her out until the morning.’

 ‘You can at least try,’ Ellen said.

 Dad got up off his chair and stuck his hand in his pocket. ‘Here Bessie.’ He tipped a few coins into her hand. ‘Go over to the Rob Roy and get us a couple of bottles. Your mum will be wanting a hair of the dog when she comes home.’

 Ellen looked at her sisters. ‘We need to get this fire burning properly and some tea on. Did anyone think to buy bread?’

 As the front door slammed shut behind their father, a burst of cold air blasted into the room.

 ‘Jane, can you find that old blanket to hang over the door? It might stop some of the draft.’ Ellen rattled in the pantry cupboard. ‘It will be potatoes and bacon for tea tonight. Plenty to go around though.’

She straightened up and folded her arms tight across her bosom for warmth. ‘It must be freezing at the Springs at the moment.’

‘I bet young Mr Woods hasn’t seen snow before,’ Alice said.

‘He’ll see plenty now.’ Mary Ann stood and moved away from the stove as Ellen put wood into the firebox. ‘There wouldn’t be much work for him either. It must be hard in winter up there.’

Ellen thought of the way Harry Woods had smiled as he’d moved off with his party of climbers, the light in his eyes as if he couldn’t help smiling at her. He was a bit older than she was but nowhere near as old as Mam and Dad. He seemed more courteous than the men she knew. Was he the sort to leave his wife in the lock-up overnight? Was he even the sort who would have anything to do with a woman who could end up there?

Catherine Meyrick

 Catherine Meyrick is an Australian writer of romantic historical fiction. She lives in Melbourne but grew up in Ballarat, a large regional city steeped in history. Until recently she worked as a customer service librarian at her local library. She has a Master of Arts in history and is also an obsessive genealogist.

When she is not writing, reading and researching, Catherine enjoys gardening, the cinema and music of all sorts from early music and classical to folk and country & western. And, not least, taking photos of the family cat to post on Instagram.

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Interview with Catherine Meyrick, author of The Bridled Tongue

 

England 1586.

Alyce Bradley has few choices when her father decides it is time she marry as many refuse to see her as other than the girl she once was--unruly, outspoken and close to her grandmother, a woman suspected of witchcraft.

Thomas Granville, an ambitious privateer, inspires fierce loyalty in those close to him and hatred in those he has crossed. Beyond a large dowry, he is seeking a virtuous and dutiful wife. Neither he nor Alyce expect more from marriage than mutual courtesy and respect.

As the King of Spain launches his great armada and England braces for invasion, Alyce must confront closer dangers from both her own and Thomas's past, threats that could not only destroy her hopes of love and happiness but her life. And Thomas is powerless to help.

Death and life are in the power of the tongue.

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Today, we welcome author Catherine Meyrick

Please tell us a little about yourself.

I am an Australian writer. I grew up on the outskirts of Ballarat, a large city in regional Victoria. I moved to Melbourne when I was seventeen to train as a nurse and have lived here ever since. I found nursing wasn’t my calling so I dropped out and went to university where I took a double major in History. I joined the Public Service and somehow completed a Master of Arts in History and librarianship qualifications at the same time. I worked as a senior tax assessor and later as a departmental librarian then took ten years out of the paid workforce while my children were young. Since then, I have worked as a primary school librarian and, until recently, a customer service librarian at my local library.

The time spent at home with my children gave me the opportunity to move beyond unfinished bits and pieces of writing that usually ended up in the bin. Once the children were at secondary school, I took writing courses and pressed on writing and revising and revising and revising. I managed to get an agent at one stage but that didn’t work out so I decided to publish myself and have never regretted the decision for a moment.

I’m also an avid reader, a neglectful gardener, and an obsessive genealogist. I have managed to identify previously unknown family members and clear up mysteries using both traditional documentary methods and DNA.

What projects have been published?

Apart from a handful of short stories and poems in the early 2000s, I have published two novels, Forsaking All Other in 2018 and The Bridled Tongue in 2020. The major characters in both novels are fictional although they do rub shoulders with some historical notables; the historical timeline and background are as accurate as I could make them. They are stand-alone novels but both are set in England in the mid-1580s and follow the lives of reasonably conventional young women of the middling sort. By making my characters conventional, I hoped to show something of the reality of lives in the past, the lack of freedom that women, and men as well, had in determining their own lives and even their choice of spouse, and the difficulties that a could arise when they stepped outside the boundaries of a far more rigidly structured society than our own.

Forsaking All Other begins in 1585 and follows the struggles of a young widow and waiting woman, Bess Stoughton, who discovers that her father is arranging for her to marry an elderly neighbour. Normally obedient Bess rebels and manages to convince her father to allow her a year to find a husband with whom she has some hope of happiness. Bess’s domestic concerns are set against the background of simmering Catholic plots to unseat Queen Elizabeth, and the involvement of English forces under the Earl of Leicester in the Netherlands in support of Dutch resistance to Spanish rule.

The Bridled Tongue also deals with the making of marriages in this period, this time an arranged marriage that the young woman goes along with it, as so many did. The novel also touches on other issues such as sibling rivalry and jealousy, the dangers of gossip, witchcraft accusations, and the way the past can reach out and affect the present. The backdrop is the threat of imminent invasion by the Spanish in 1588 – the Spanish Armada.

There is an important romantic element in both novels and I am aware that a number of people can be dismissive of historical fiction that includes this. For most ordinary women relationships were important, few occupations were open to them other than marriage and household management. The choice of a spouse, a matter over which most did not have a complete say, was of critical importance. Ideally, the person they married should be someone who was able to provide for and protect them and their children and treat them well – this could mean the difference between a contented life or one of misery and discord. For this reason, the path to and through marriage plays an important role in my stories – the ‘romantic’ element set in what I hope is a reasonably authentic background.

Tell us about The Bridled Tongue

The Bridled Tongue follows the life of Alyce Bradley as she adjusts to an arranged marriage, not one she particularly wishes for but has entered because she has no other options. It shows the way she grows into her role of manor wife and faces dangers not only from her husband’s enemies but her own past when jealousies stir up old slanders concerning her relationship with her grandmother who was thought by some to be a witch. The novel is set in a time when these sorts of slanders, combined with the beliefs of the time, could result in an accusation of witchcraft. In a witchcraft case, normal evidential rules were set aside and the most dubious hearsay accepted which could be enough to bring a person to the gallows.

The Bridled Tongue also touches on the corrosive effect on women’s relationships when they are valued mainly for their ability to produce healthy children and the poisonousness of favouritism within families.

How did you select the title of your novel?

The Bridled Tongue began life as ‘The Unbridled Tongue’ because an important element in the novel is the effects of gossip and slander – the work of those with unbridled tongues. In contrast, Alyce Bradley, the main character, has learnt to keep her tongue in check. I thought the title concentrated too much on those around Alyce, so I changed the title to ‘The Turtles Cannot Sing’ to reflect something of Alyce’s relationship with her husband. This is a line from a poem quoted in the novel, ‘A Modest Love’ by Sir Edward Dyer (1543-1607), an Elizabethan courtier.

The firmest faith is in the fewest words;
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love:
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak;
They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

The turtles referred to are turtle doves, the symbol of true love and fidelity to the Elizabethans. Although I loved the title, nearly everyone told me it was a stupid name that made no sense so, in the end, I changed it again. I went back to my original idea but this time as ‘The Bridled Tongue’. The title reflects Alyce’s character at the beginning of the novel, but is also a recognition of those in the story whose tongues should definitely be bridled.

What are you currently working on?

I have taken a break from the Elizabethans and am now revising a novel, ‘Unspoken Promises’, based on a period in the life of my great-great-grandparents, Ellen Thompson and Harry Woods. It is the result of my own genealogical research as their story was basically unknown until I uncovered it through my family history digging, about ten years ago. It is set in Hobart, Tasmania, in the years around 1880. They were both the children of convicts and belonged to the lower end of the social scale where life was a struggle and the middle-class virtues we see as ‘Victorian’ were not much regarded. At this time Hobart was a vibrant town drawing people from every corner of the earth, where a person’s history wasn’t closely questioned. The story touches on such issues as secrets, family ties, poverty, and the struggles of unmarried mothers. I am hoping to show just how hard life was for these people, women in particular. While I would describe it as a love story, encompassing not only romantic love but a mother’s love for her children, this time it certainly doesn’t fall into the standard definition of a romance.

Once this novel is released, I will definitely be returning to the Elizabethans.

What are you reading at the moment?

I am finishing the brilliant biography Thomas Cromwell: A Life by Diarmaid MacCulloch and also reading Taking the Waters by Lesley Sainty, the story of a sheltered but intelligent woman’s entry into fashionable society in Cheltenham in 1827. I have just begun the Booker Prize winner of 2020, Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart.

I read a range of books from non-fiction, to literature to thoughtful and entertaining fiction. I also love a good verse novel. While most of my reading is historical, I look most for books that will draw me into their world.

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Catherine Meyrick

Catherine Meyrick is a writer of historical fiction with a particular love of Elizabethan England. Her stories weave fictional characters into the gaps within the historical record – tales of ordinary people who are very much men and women of their time, yet in so many ways are like us today. These are people with the same hopes and longings as we have to find both love and their own place in a troubled world.

Catherine grew up in regional Victoria, but has lived all her adult life in Melbourne, Australia. Until recently she worked as a customer service librarian at her local library. She has a Master of Arts in history and is also an obsessive genealogist. When not writing, reading, and researching, Catherine enjoys gardening, the cinema, and music of all sorts from early music and classical to folk and country and western and, not least of all, taking photos of the family cat to post on Instagram.

 

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