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That’s Not Me: Mary Grand

It’s time for another guest post in the series, That’s Not Me!

That’s Not Me! examines how much of our fiction is autobiographical and why some authors try to insist there’s no link between their fictional characters and themselves.

Mary Grand and I first linked up online because of the similarity of our debut novels. Her book, Free to be Tegan, tells the story of a girl who grew up in a cult and then left it, showing the difficulties she faces on the outside. My novel, Neither Here Nor There, is about a girl who leaves the closed haredi community she grew up in. It’s not available now, but will hopefully be back one day in a new guise.

My knowledge of haredi life is only through observations from the outside, although a lot of the religious practices are familiar to me. How much did Mary know about living in and leaving a cult? And how similar are her main characters to her?


Thank you so much Miriam for inviting me on to chat about the fascinating and surprisingly controversial idea of whether or not any of the characters in my novels may contain ‘a bit of me.’

Now, I know writers who say that their characters appear to them fully formed, and, like strangers they met at a party, they slowly come to know and understand them as they write.  The character was not inspired by themselves or anyone they know.

 All I can say is that it’s not anything that has ever happened to me, and if I was to wait for my characters to just appear, I’d be waiting for a long time.  When I start writing a new novel, I often begin with a setting, or a crisis. The main character in all my novels is always a woman, and I may start with a characteristic of myself, for example, my age, or a phobia I possess, to start building the character in my novel.  Slowly a character will evolve, and she will become her own person. However, there will be something of me still there, maybe she will have a fear I understand, she may be my age, she may have been hurt in a way I can relate to. They are not a carbon copy of me, they become a person in their own right. However, I started with a feeling, a passion I understood, it helped me get under the skin of the person I am creating.

The first novel I wrote was called Free to Be Tegan, about a young girl trying to survive after being cast out of the cult where she’d grown up. Tegan leaves the cult to live with Welsh relations she has never met before, people who have no understanding of the cult.

The point of reference for me was the fear that had been instilled in Tegan during her time in the cult.  I was brought up in a strict religious sect and have had to unpack some of the damage done by the teachings I received as a very young child. I understood the psychological problems this background may give Tegan, the hyper vigilance and panic attacks that may result. However, Tegan was not me, this was not an autobiography. The situation she went to was completely fictional, as were the people she met, the romance, the mystery and secrets she became embroiled in.  I was able to write authentically about her inner life, which for me was a very important part of the story. Understanding this helped me imagine how she might cope with the situations she faced, but it was important that I wrote how Tegan not I would have reacted.

On a slightly lighter note, I am embarking on a murder mystery series where the central character is Susan Flynn. The parts of Susan that come from me are her age – she’s in her early sixties, her love of music, being a mother and her joy at living on the Isle of Wight. I have also given her my feeling that older women like myself are sometimes denied a past, and so she reminds her family and friends of the passions of her youth, her hurts and her achievements. She was at Greenham Common Peace Camp, fostered children and cared about a range of causes. Although I never did some of these things, the principal of reminding people she had an active and vibrant past was important to me.  Again, her present situation is very different to mine. Susan is recently divorced and for the first time in forty years she is living alone.  She is however fiercely independent and, in many ways, going back to her roots. She finds again her need to fight for justice, which in turn leads her to solving crime, in particular, murder.

I would say that starting with familiar elements to someone’s characters helps me understand them, keeps me grounded if you like. It is only a starting point though – a springboard from which I fly off into the unknown.

My Bio

I live on the Isle of Wight with my family. Before coming to the Island, I worked as a teacher of Deaf children in Hastings and Croydon.  I grew up in Wales and speak a smattering of Welsh, my first few novels are set in Wales.

 I began my writing career self-publishing three novels, Free to Be Tegan, Hidden Chapters, and Behind the Smile, alongside two anthologies of short stories, Catching the Light and Making Changes. I am now very excited to be working with Boldwood Books and to date have had four novels published with them – The House Party, The Island, Good Neighbours and Death at Castle Cove,  and these are all murder mysteries set on the Isle of Wight.

All my  books are available in eBook and paperback, are on Amazon, and available to order from libraries and bookshops.

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Letters from Elsewhere: Andy Davies

Letters from Elsewhere

Today’s visitor doesn’t even have a name in the novel he comes from: Free to be Tegan by Mary Grand. I’m so glad he has one now and delighted that he’s agreed to share such a beautiful letter, written to Tegan by a stranger on a train.

Dear “woman on the train”,

My name is Andy Davies. I am an art teacher and I am the man who sat next to you on the Birmingham train last March 1st. You might remember me as the man who embarrassed you by buying you a cup of coffee!

This letter is a confession. As I mentioned, I am an artist. What you have never known is that as soon as you left the train I drew a picture of you. You see your appearance was so extraordinary, not just your clothes but your whole demeanour. I had to capture you on paper. You were sat stiffly next to me trying not to let our arms touch.  Your body was tightly bound; legs squeezed together, arms jammed against your body. One red sore hand was clutching a horrible fake leather handbag and you were gnawing the thumb of the other. Your face was make-up-less, tiny, and lost behind old fashioned tortoiseshell glasses. Most notable was the large plain headscarf which covered most of your head; only a fringe of black hair dared peeked out underneath. You were so fragile and thin. I drew you wearing that extraordinary silver locket I’d seen you take from an envelope. It was very unusual, quite heavy, in the shape of a wheel, decorated with continuous Celtic knots that wrapped all around its circumference. You wore no other jewellery and I was aware that you struggled putting it on but instinctively knew you’d have hated me helping.

It was a good drawing, special even; I had caught you at a very vulnerable moment in your life.  Now the thing is, most people love having their picture drawn or painted. However even as I was drawing I felt guilty because I am sure you are not one of those people. In my head I promised that when I got back to the studio I would destroy the picture .

Now for my real confession. You see, I didn’t destroy the picture straight away. I took it back to the studio and worked on it.  It was good, really good; everyone who came into the studio seemed to be drawn to it.

Well last week I finished the picture and I was asked to exhibit it. Now this sounds crazy but I sat on my own with your portrait and asked you what I should do. Something terrible happened. You didn’t speak but you just cried. You didn’t tell me how, but I am sure you have been badly abused in some way. I have no right to exploit that.

This letter, with the picture, is about to be burnt.  I do hope from the bottom of my heart that one day you heal, find love and then you will be happy for an artist to paint the beautiful, lovely woman you are.

From the embarrassing man on the train, Andy.

Isn’t that beautiful? I reviewed the novel here. I loved reading it and hope you will, too.

About Free to Be Tegan

FreeToBeTegan-MaryGrand-Resized‘You are dead to us.’

Tegan, aged twenty seven, is cast out of the cult, rejected by her family and the only life she has known. She is vulnerable and naïve but she also has courage and the will to survive. She travels to Wales, to previously unknown relations in the wild Cambrian Mountains.

This is the uplifting story of her journey to find herself and flourish in a world she has been taught to fear and abhor.

Guilt and shadows from her past haunt her in flashbacks, panic attacks and a fear of the dark. However she also finds a world full of colour, love and happiness she has never known before. The wild beauty of the hills, the people she meets and the secrets slowly revealed by the cottage all provide an intriguing backdrop to Tegan’s drama.

The novel is set in spring, a story of hope, new growth, of the discovery of self and the joy of living.

Free to Be Tegan is available on:

About Mary Grand

Mary GrandMary Grand was born in Cardiff and has retained a deep love for her Welsh roots. She worked as a nursery teacher in London and later taught deaf children in Croydon and Hastings. She now lives with her husband on the beautiful Isle of Wight, where she walks her cocker spaniel Pepper and writes. She has two grown up children.
Free to Be Tegan was her debut novel. It is to be the first of a series of novels set in Wales. The second will be set on the spectacular Gower Peninsula. She has also published a short book of short stories: Catching the Light.

Mary adds: “Do send feedback to me at marygrand90@yahoo.co.uk”

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Free to Be Tegan: Book Review

FreeToBeTegan-MaryGrand-ResizedI don’t often post my book reviews on this blog, but this is a special book.

I was drawn to this novel before I’d read a word of it, because of the plot and its similarity to my novel, Neither Here Nor There. I was aware that this might lead to disappointment with the actual novel, but after reading the online preview I doubted that would happen. I wasn’t disappointed at all.

As I read it, I thought about the similarities between Tegan and my main character, Esty. I also considered the differences. But those thoughts belong in a different post. For now, I want to discuss Free to Be Tegan.

I was with Tegan all the way, silently encouraging her to find the right path for herself and to learn to recognise lies, wherever they come from. From the very beginning, where she’s among people she has grown up with but is now shunned by; to the outside world where she’s all alone; to people who care for her but don’t understand her and others who want to use her to further their own agendas; to the end, which I won’t reveal; I never stopped believing in Tegan and her story.

Several other characters feature in this novel, taking major or minor parts. Some of them seem all good or all bad at first. But as the story progresses, the good ones turn out to be not so good and the bad ones not so bad. In other words, the characters, like the plot, are true to life.

This novel should be read for its interesting and well-written story line. It can also be read to learn about the inside of a cult, as well as the difficulties of leaving one and acclimatising to the world outside. Highly recommended.

Disclaimer: Despite the similarities between Tegan and Esty, including their former lives, I’m not implying Esty grew up in a cult. I just wanted to make that clear.

As it happens, one of the minor characters in this novel will be here this Friday for the series: Letters from Elsewhere.