As I write this in London, the Kermadecs – the chain of volcanic islands in the Pacific where Mr Peacock’s Possessions is set – feel further away than ever. Here’s a photograph of me back in March saying a sad farewell to Raoul, reimagined in my book as Monday Island. I’d come within feet of its landing rock in a NZ Navy speedboat, flown over the island in a keep reading
New Ways to Tell Old Stories: putting the political into historical fiction for today’s young readers
Lydia Syson and Meirian Jump in conversation at the home of the International Brigade archives.
Lydia, a former BBC World Service radio producer, is the author of three critically-acclaimed novels for young adults. A World Between Us (2012) tells the story of three British volunteers in the Spanish Civil War. Sparked by research into the anthem of the International Brigades, Liberty’s Fire (2015) brings the 1871 Paris Commune dramatically to life for a new generation. That Burning Summer (2013) is set during the Battle of Britain in small rural community where spyfever is infectious and pacifism a dirty word. Lydia and Meirian will discuss hidden histories, unexpected heroes, archives and sources, and the ethics of turning real lives into fiction. All welcome. No need to book. £3 on the door.
March 31st, 2016 7:00 PM
Marx Memorial Library
37A Clerkenwell Green
‘A World Between Us is an outstanding debut novel for teenagers…what Syson captures so well is a sense of heartbreaking courage, comradeship and lost innocence…Thoroughly researched and beautifully written, for what I suspect is a keep reading
The seat at the kitchen table by the relief map was the prized place at meal times, if I remember rightly. Did we take it in turns, or was there a pecking order to where we sat? There was always something irresistible about stretching up and running your hands keep reading
I spent yesterday filming for the iBook edition of A World Between Us.So I’m spending today with all the things I should have said yesterday swirling round my head. Too late. Did I really fail to mention the time my great-aunt Lulu was arrested after throwing a keep reading
For most of my life I’ve been as likely to pole-vault out of the garden as to sit down to watch the Olympic opening ceremony on television. The celebration of children’s books certainly softened my resistance to the occasion. And I enjoyed the glimpses of London in 1948 we had on our screens. And finally, I had time to watch – and get keep reading