Book-Signing at General Synod
Every novel has an implied reader. The tone of voice adopted by the narrative seems to betray that a certain kind of audience is expected. The book jacket sometimes reinforces this unsubtly, in the manner of a Yorkie Bar: NOT FOR GIRLS. A bold girl will read it anyway, and then find she has to navigate her way through the text's assumptions.
This was rather my experience as I read Thomas F Torrance's excellent Calvin's Doctrine of Man, recently. I try not to have unreasonable expectations about inclusive language in books written in the 50s. I'm prepared to inclusive the text as I go along, but it's hard work trying to map yourself onto a different implied reader for the length of a whole book. It's a bit like trying to use left-handed scissors if you're right handed.
I'm aware that the implied reader of my Lindchester books is Anglican. The trilogy is a bit of a love letter to the C of E, really. But now I stop to think, perhaps I was casting my net a bit wider after all? Maybe my readership is anyone who holds the C of E, or Englishness, or flawed human nature, in some kind of affection? A readership that broad would certainly be good news for my next royalty statement. I know there's a specialist subset of readers who plough on with my books not out of affection, but in order to be repeatedly affronted by the bad language and intrusive narrator. To them I say, Bless you. (In the passive aggressive Evangelical sense.)
Anyway, last Saturday I set out to hunt down my hard core readership in its lair. I visited the General Synod of the Church of England in York, where it was meeting for a mass punch-up over clergy vestments business. I was very well looked after by the Church House bookstall. One of the great things about doing a book signing at Synod, is that everyone is wearing a name tag. This removes at a stroke one of the author's signing nightmares: forgetting the name of a dear friend when inscribing the book for them. We have strategies, of course:
'Who shall I sign this for?'
'Oh, just me.'
(AAAARGH!)
This photo was taken sneakily by the dean of Southwark. I forgive him, because it's rather a flattering shot. It looks as though I'm lit up by heavenly light, a split second before being staked from behind by an archangel with a light sabre.
You can just make out a mug as well. (Insert own joke here). This was one of the six limited edition 'I'D RATHER BE IN LINDCHESTER' mugs I had for sale. They were snapped up almost immediately. I will have more in due course. Would you like one? Bone china and very tasteful. £12 each.
Realms of Glory available here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Realms-Glory-Catherine-Fox/dp/1910674214
A friend who's one of your greatest fans is an RC nun.
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