Long Long Ago

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You might recognise this book from our film, where it plays the pivotal role of being the first real book that the Boy has ever encountered.

I bought Long Long Ago (published 1939) from Hall’s bookshop, selecting it specifically for its attractiveness as a prop. The inscription on the inside cover reads ‘To Jill, on her 9th birthday with love and Best wishes Mummie and Daddy‘ and is dated April 26th 1941.

A birthday present in the middle of wartime.

I find this book quite moving. I wonder what became of Jill, where she lived, and whether she treasured this volume of “stories from the classics, retold by Blanche Winder.” Certainly it’s in pretty good condition for its age, with no scribblings or missing pages. If Jill was born on April 26th 1932, that means last week would have seen her 81st birthday. I wonder if she’s still alive, and if she remembers this book?

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The book has lovely evocative illustrations by Harry G. Theaker. The kind of thing that puts you in mind of pre-war advertisements. I particularly wanted the illustration of Pan to be seen on screen as it is my favourite in the book, and it immediately conjured the magnificent Piper at the Gates of Dawn from The Wind in The Willows – a mesmerising chapter in possibly the greatest children’s book of all.

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It was only when we got to the editing stage, and the footage was paused on the above frame that I realised something rather striking about this page. Allow me a digression…

When I was a child, my primary school in Birmingham would occasionally host musical stories told by a chap with an accordion and a moustache and a vibrant waistcoat. His name was Mr Fowler as I recall. Perhaps his most oft-repeated story involved a barber who attended to a Sultan’s haircut. The barber was sworn to secrecy because under the Sultan’s turban, he had enormous ears like a donkey – a fact about which he was very sensitive. The Sultan threatened the barber with execution if ever the secret became known. The barber, unable to keep this secret to himself, eventually ran off into the forest and spoke it aloud to the trees. The problem was, the trees were listening…

When the trees were chopped down, their wood was used to make instruments for the court musicians. As the musicians played, the sounds of those instruments started telling everyone that the Sultan had ass’s ears! I forget precisely how the story ended, except that the moral was the Sultan needn’t have worried because he was accepted by his subjects despite his donkey ears.

This story has resurfaced a couple of times in my mind during the twenty odd years since I first heard it, sitting cross-legged on the dusty parquet flooring of our assembly hall (now demolished). I came to the conclusion that it must be a variation on an ancient myth. However, I never did study Classics, so have remained in the dark for all these years as to the story’s origin.

And so it was like a lightning bolt from my past when, mid-edit, I suddenly noticed that the text on the page opposite Pan reads “King Midas has ass’s ears!

It’s difficult to articulate why this simultaneously seemed so appropriate and yet so startling. I had browsed shelves and shelves of books, before selecting this one. I had chosen the illustration of Pan because I thought it would look best on camera. But also, I suppose, because I was trying to evoke a feeling of nostalgia within myself. I was trying to put myself in the right frame of mind to guide the scene, aiming for an atmosphere, a feeling, in the hope that this feeling might somehow leak out of the film and resonate with the audience. And, as I mentioned above, the picture of Pan made me think of the magic of The Wind in The Willows, and my nostalgia for that book.

But in my attempt to conjure up this childhood nostalgia, it seems I had performed exactly the necessary ritual to magically unearth a completely unrelated, and forgotten piece of my childhood and cast it in a new light. I suddenly knew the answer to the origin of Mr Fowler’s story. It was from the legends of King Midas.

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Can anyone tell me what the first word says? It looks like “abodan”

UPDATE: Since writing this blog post, it seems Jill has been positively identified. My thanks to Tim in the comments below, who astounded me by so quickly providing a candidate. I think we can reasonably conclude that the Jill that Tim suggested is indeed the original owner of my copy of Long Long Ago. And what a very interesting woman she was…

I had been imagining Jill, 9 years old, sitting out in an air raid shelter in England, perhaps even in Kent (maybe she had been evacuated there?) with her copy of Long Long Ago open on her lap, reading about King Midas as the Luftwaffe droned overhead. But no.

As Tim pointed out, the mystery word ‘abodan’ was in fact Abadan – a city in Persia, now Iran. And it was in Abdadan on the 26th April 1932, that Jill Rigden was born. Her father, Horace Walter Rigden managed the Anglo-Persian oil refinery. Indeed, the Abadan oil refinery was built in 1912, and is one of the world’s largest.

Jill was living in Abadan in late 1939, and her father remained in charge of the refinery throughout the Second World War, but it seems she was at some point evacuated to South Africa. This casts an interesting emphasis on the fact that ‘Abadan’ is noted in the inscription. Were the family all still living together in 1941? Or – perhaps more likely – was the inscription written in Persia, before the book could be sent the great distance ready for Jill to unwrap, far away in South Africa, on her 9th birthday?

Either way, it seems my book is extremely well travelled. Jill must have brought it with her when she eventually moved to England, keeping it her whole life.

I had speculated that the original owner of Long Long Ago may well have treasured this book of mythology. But that was when I was still imagining a small girl growing up on this distant drizzly isle. Now I know that Jill in fact grew up right in the very centre of the world’s oldest civilisations. Not only that, but it seems she had a fascination with history.

Jill studied Art History in London, got a PhD and became an authority in architecture. Her supervisor was Nikolaus Pevsner – a name that immediately leaps out to anyone such as myself, with an enthusiasm for architecture (Pevsner authored a series of influential guidebooks on the architecture of the British Isles between 1951 and 1974, which provide a county-by-county breakdown of buildings he considered noteworthy).

By 1994, Jill was elected Vice-chairman of the Victorian society. She wrote defining texts on the 19th century architects Anthony Salvin and George Devey, and was a founder of the Mausolea and Monuments Trust which helps conserve architecturally significant monuments.

So, how can we be so certain that this Jill and my Jill are the same? Well I can’t imagine there were many girls called Jill born on that exact date who have a connection to Abadan. Furthermore, it seems Jill Allibone (nee Rigden) died in the Tunbridge Wells area of Kent in 1998. And, of course, I bought my book from Hall’s Bookshop in Tunbridge Wells.

I must say thank you once again to Tim, who has revealed to me the history of my book, and its original owner, and proven it to be far more interesting than I ever imagined. All of which leaves me thinking – was Jill’s love of history and the past inspired, at least in part, by her memories of childhood myths of Long Long Ago..?

FURTHER UPDATE: We have made contact with Jill’s son-in-law, Charles Wagner, via the Mausolea and Monuments Trust. Charles was able to confirm that Jill’s three daughters recognise the inscription, and that my book surely came from their mother’s huge personal library. The extraordinary and unexpected story of my book ‘Long Long Ago’ is tidily and satisfactorily drawn to its close.

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World Book Night 2013

It’s April 23rd, World Book Night. And I’ve got a bunch of the 25,000 Judge Dredd graphic novels being given away free to promote reading (the full list of other titles can be seen here).

judge-dreddWhere to put them? Hmmm.

I think I’ll be leaving one on a London-bound train seat, perhaps one in a cafe. Seeing as its such a nice day, maybe I should leave one in a park?

Another small step towards keeping The Last Bookshop from becoming a reality.

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Cecil Court update

I thought it was high time I posted an update on one of our filming locations – Cecil Court in central London. It’s been a surprisingly long time since I wrote about its fascinating history and even longer since I blogged about the shoot at Goldsboro Books and David Drummond’s shop.

mozart blue plaqueOn Friday I happened to be in the area, so I thought I’d return. First off, you may remember me mentioning that an 8 year old Mozart briefly lived in Cecil Court, at the time that he was composing his first symphonies. Well, since my last visit a blue plaque has been installed to commemorate the fact.

It was unveiled by the actor Simon Callow, a noted supporter of Cecil Court, who also portrayed Mozart on stage in 1979 and has been quoted as saying “I am absolutely thrilled to do anything to celebrate Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.” If you haven’t already, you can read Callow’s 2009 Guardian article he wrote about Cecil Court being an “astonishing enclave (which) is an entertainment in itself.”

The plaque is now beside the door of ‘Pleasures of Past Times,’ which viewers will remember from the scene of The Last Bookshop where the Shopkeeper sits alone at his desk and contemplates his mortality.

Talking of ‘Pleasures of Past Times,’ we received an e-mail from the owner, David Drummond, this week, wishing well for the film’s success, and also explaining that much of the shop’s business is now being cared for by his sons Tim and Paul. We wish them the very best in maintaining the life and character of their father’s unique shop.

I noticed another small change as I walked up Cecil Court, this time glancing through the window of Marchpane. As I have mentioned before, this delightful children’s bookshop has its own resident Dalek – a grey 1970s style one to be precise. But on Friday I noticed a flash of red, and – as I stepped through the door to investigate – I realised the shop is now home to 2 Daleks!

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The latest addition is a rare coin-operated 1965 fairground Dalek, which kids would have been trundling round seaside amusements, exterminating their friends and family, before Matt Smith was even a twinkle in his mother’s eye.

How, you might sensibly ask, can such a small shop fit 2 full size Daleks in it? Well, the answer is that our old friend the grey Dalek (bought from the BBC via auction) has now been elevated above the staircase, to peer down sinisterly on all customers and keep them in check. Amazing.

My thanks to Natalie, the girl at the counter on Friday, who kindly let me take these photos, and with whom I had a very interesting chat about science illustration. Natalie, it transpires, is an illustrator herself. When I told her the premise of our film, she remarked how she’d always fancied the idea of a science fiction story about bookshops. This didn’t stop her from telling me her other great science fiction idea, although I won’t let the cat out the bag. Fortunately for Natalie, the source material for her other idea is sufficiently obscure that nobody is likely to beat her to it.

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Frankly, if shelves of beautiful Victorian children’s literature, an alleyway of adjacent bookshops, and 2 full-size Daleks aren’t enough to get you excited, then I don’t know what you want from life.

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Blimey

Well, it’s only been a week since we unleashed The Last Bookshop onto YouTube and it’s notched up over 2,000 views already. Thank you to everyone who has taken 20 minutes to watch it. And especially those who have then gone on to like it, share it, tweet it, blog it and generally chat about it online. You’ve made our week, you really have.

I’ve gathered together a small taster of the generous feedback we have so far received.

BLOGS:
Book Patrol said: “Pure book magic ensues…” while Peggy Blair called it “a lovely little story.”

Book Chase was kind enough to write: “it is so wonderfully acted, scripted, and produced that you are more likely to be disappointed when it ends rather than you are to cut it off before the end.”

Wormwoodiana described the film as “understated and wistful” before comparing it to one of my favourite childhood authors E.Nesbit – a huge compliment.

The wittily-titled Shelf Awareness newsletter featured us as “Short Film of the Day”

Meanwhile, the Tolkien Collectors Guide encouraged viewers to watch out for The Hobbit (but perhaps haven’t yet noticed that The Fellowship of the Ring has a cameo as well!)

MR Books himself, Mark Richardson, gave his thoughts from the perspective of one of the shops actually featured in the film, over at the Tonbridge Blog.

And the film’s composer Owen Hewson has blogged about his experiences banging his head against a piano until the score came out over on the Arlet blog.

Before we knew what had happened, the Huffington Post were featuring the film in their books section, describing it as “an affectionate look at how we might forget the art of physical books, but their power will never disappear.”

TWITTER:
Twitter is bursting with tweets about the film. This is a tiny selection…

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So there you have it. We are just beyond delighted with how the film is going down. It means a lot to receive such heartfelt feedback. And above all, we are very happy to be doing our bit to champion bookshops everywhere.

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The Last Bookshop arrives on YouTube

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The real shops of The Last Bookshop

If you’ve seen our film, and fancy visiting the featured shops for real, we’ve put together a handy guide for you. Simply click Shop Locations on the banner above to find pictures, descriptions, addresses and web links galore.

We want to spread word of the many wonderful and vibrant independent bookshops that deserve our custom. That’s what The Last Bookshop project is all about.

From the biggest secondhand bookshop in England, to the largest specialist in signed first editions, these wonderful shops kindly donated their premises as filming locations, and helped conjure the magic for our story. They all deserve your support and custom.

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Music from The Last Bookshop

Click below to hear Owen Hewson’s beautiful score for The Last Bookshop in its entirety.

Track Listing
1 Streets
2 The Last Bookshop
3 A Universe of Books
4 The Shopkeeper
5 The Labyrinth
6 Biblio-archaeology
7 Interlude
8 The Till
9 Chasing Tales (Bookshop version)*
10 Boarded up
11 Credits

Trombone – Thomas Harmsworth; Violin – Rosie Holden; Accordion – Aidan Shepherd; Piano and Clarinet – Owen Hewson; Recorded by Barney Pidgeon

*composed by Aidan Shepherd

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