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About Sue Bridgwater

SUE BRIDGWATER was born in Plymouth in 1948 and after 20 years in Hackney, East London has now retired home to Devon. She has generally earned her living as a librarian, and has been writing seriously since the early 1980s. (A list of publications is included below.) Sue read English at Bedford College, London, graduating in 1970. Her M. Phil. in Children’s Fantasy Fiction was done externally during her children’s pre-school years, and was awarded in 1984. She was a Tutor in Literature and Creative Writing from 1982-96 for the Workers’ Educational Association (London District) and the Centre for Extra-Mural Studies, University of London (now a part of Birkbeck College, University of London). Sue has completed a Birkbeck College Certificate in Creative Writing, September 2002-June 2004, developing fiction techniques and skills. Her main interest is in Fantasy and Science Fiction. She is currently working on the third novel in the Skorn sequence and on non-fiction in the field of Mythopoeic studies. SKORN – THE BOOKS; Perian's Journey This is a short epic romance from the Third Age of Skorn, following the life of a man from childhood to death, how he "worked and loved and lived," how he achieved greatness, how his journey through life was long and hard, but good. It was first published in hardback in 1989 by Julia Macrae. Sue and co-author Alistair McGechie are delighted that the 2nd (paperback and eBook) edition is now available, from Eluth Publishing, 2014. Shadows of the Trees This longer mythological novel is set in the Second Age of Skorn and tells the story of two Immortals, a brother and sister who lose their powers and come to terms with mortality. Another jointly written work by Sue and Alistair, this is now available from Eluth Publishing 2015 The Dry Well This is in process of writing and is a sequel to Shadows of the Trees. It is set in IssKor, a desert land in the south of Skorn, where a cruel and oppressive priesthood hides the secret of the dry well and the silent god from the people. In addition to these, Sue and Alistair (individually and together) have outlines for a number of other works to be developed. These relate to different periods in the history and mythology of Skorn and take a number of forms. Shadows of the Trees will be ready for publication late in 2016. PUBLICATIONS Bibliographical note; between 1970 and 1987 Sue’s surname was Jenkins A) Articles and reviews •Reviews of "Norah and the whale", Hilda's restful chair", "Dig away two-hole Tim", "Harry's stripes" and "The greedy blackbird." British Book News Children's Supplement(Spring 1982) pp3-4. •'Spock, Avon and the decline of optimism.' Foundation 25 (June1982) pp 43-45. •Reviews of "Nandy's Bedtime", "Joseph’s other red sock", "On the way home” and "Mr. Pinkerton's Hat" British Book News Children’s Supplement (Autumn 1982) p12. •Review of "Vaneglory" Foundation 26 (October 1982) pp 106-107 • Letter to the Editor Foundation 26 (October 1982) pp 79-80. •Reviews of "A book of cats" and "Stories for a Prince", British Book News Children’s Books (Spring 1984) p14. • “Love, loss and seeking; maternal deprivation and the quest", Children’s Literature in Education Vol 15, No. 2 (whole number 53) (Summer 1984) pp73-83. • “Growing up in Earthsea”, Children's Literature in Education, Vol16, No .1 (whole Number 56), (Spring 1985) pp 21-31 •Review of "The canary-coloured cart" International Review of Children's Literature and Librarianship Vol 2, No 3 (Winter 1987) pp 138-199. •Review of "Bridging the gap” and "Teenager to young adult" International Review of Children's Literature and Librarianship Vol 3, N o.1 (Spring 1988) pp56-57. •'The sense of belonging; an introduction to the novels of Jane Louise Curry' International Review of Children's literature and Librarianship Vol 3, No. 3 (Winter 1988) pp 176-189. •Review of "The drama of being a child" International Review of Children's Literature and Librarianship Vol 4, No. 1 (1989) pp 52-53. •“Out of the doldrums and into the curriculum; De Beauvoir Junior School Library” School Librarian Vol 38, No.2 (May 1990) pp53-54. • “Beyond the personal” a review of And now you can go, byVendela Vida, in TLS, 15th August 2003, p 21 •“A past relived” – a review of Alison Uttley’s A Country Child for “Slightly Foxed”. Issue 5, Spring 2005, pp 82-85. •Review of The name of the wind by Patrick Rothfuss inhttp://www.mythsc.rg/assets/mythprint-341-suwxtkv2i4xmvv8v.pdf •’Stay or go; some reflections upon stasis and travelling in Tolkien’s Mythos.’ (Paper given at Tolkien Society Seminar No.22, June 2009, Published in Tolkien Society Peter Roe Booklets series, No. 16, September 2015) •‘Staying home and travelling; stasis versus movement in Tolkien’s mythos’ in Middle-earth and beyond; essays on the world of JRR Tolkien edited by Kathleen Dubs and Janka Kascakova. Newcastle-upon-Tyne: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2010 •’Upon the world-tree: Death, transformation and return in The Lord of the Rings, The Dream of the Rood, and Havamal.’ TID=242971&FID=77&PR=3 •Review of Daniel A. Rabuzzi’s The Choir Boats. http://www.mythsc.rg/assets/mythprint-353-qqARKMDVfFBTNzFv.pdf B) Poetry and fiction; •“Woman”, WEA Women’s Studies Newsletter, 20 (1983), p8 •"When I'm a tree" Leaves in the wind (Spring 1983), p15. •"How do you meet" Leaves in the wind 2 (1984), prologue. •“Story”, Arachne, 2 (1985) pp 23-25 • Perian's Journey (with Alistair McGechie) London; Julia Macrae Books, 1989; 2nd Edition Eluth Publishing, 2014 • The last pear in the universe Good Society review Vol 1 N. 4, c1993, pp 37-47


Well in fact I’m not 70 till next year, but I seem to be falling into the habit of snoozing after lunch. Which, added to my existing habit of idling after breakfast and ending my working day at 5 for a cup of tea, is bad news for productivity.

I think it’s compounded by the warmth and comfort of a snoozing cat on one’s lap. Indeed just now I was only roused after 30 minutes by a second cat jumping up yowling to be allowed to add himself to the heap. Occasionally there are three, but only if Felix institutes one of his rare detentes.

My current belief is that once this chilly breeze goes away I will at once start garden work. Mayhap tis more likely I’ll be snoozing in the garden on a nice reclining chair?

Sounds good to me.



Yesterday I couldn’t blog since the carpet guys were recarpeting Andrew’s old office and all the furniture was so placed on the landing as to prevent my entering my study.

A small inconvenience to be rid of the last lot of the ancient pure wool carpet that was here when we bought the house. Well, I say last, the last apart from the understair cupboard but I’m still in denial about that…..

The new carpet is nice and the fitters very kindly carried downstairs to the garage the filing cabinet that is now surplus to need; I’ve disposed of four drawers full of Andrew’s business and political papers. This makes the rather small room seem lighter and more spacious.

Of the clearance of antique documents there is no end, but I can at least have a break now.

I shall never stop moth-spotting, as three carpets we bought new when we moved in are all 80% wool. This was a mere three or four years before the moth population of Devon had its explosion. Such a tiny beastie, and so beastly!



Don’t get me wrong, I know the Dog Days are in summer after the rising of Sirius but that feeling described below in Auden’s wonderful poem is the one I’m having now, under Jupiter.

I’m not doing a lot. I’m not especially bothered about that either; I’ve cats to feed, a garden to pootle at, lots to read and no sign of words wanting to be made into worlds at all. Oh, I’ve sent a grand total of 2 tweets.

But sometimes it’s good to far niente.

Over to my favourite poet:

Under Sirius – W. H. Auden

Yes, these are the dog days, Fortunatus:
The heather lies limp and dead
On the mountain, the baltering torrent
Shrunk to a soodling thread;
Rusty the spears of the legion, unshaven its captain,
Vacant the scholar’s brain
Under his great hat,
Drug though She may, the Sybil utters
A gush of table-chat.
And you yourself with a head-cold and upset stomach,
Lying in bed till noon,
Your bills unpaid, your much advertised
Epic not yet begun,
Are a sufferer too. All day, you tell us, you wish
Some earthquake would astonish,
Or the wind of the Comforter’s wing
Unlock the prisons and translate
The slipshod gathering.
And last night, you say, you dreamed of that bright blue morning,
The hawthorn hedges in bloom,
When, serene in their ivory vessels,
The three wise Maries come,
Sossing through seamless waters, piloted in
By sea-horse and fluent dolphin:
Ah! how the cannons roar,
How jocular the bells as They
Indulge the peccant shore.
It is natural to hope and pious, of course, to believe
That all in the end shall be well,
But first of all, remember,
So the Sacred Books foretell,
The rotten fruit shall be shaken. Would your hope make sense
If today were that moment of silence,
Before it break and drown,
When the insurrected eagre hangs
Over the sleeping town?
How will you look and what will you do when the basalt
Tombs of the sorcerers shatter
And their guardian megalopods
Come after you pitter-patter?
How will you answer when from their qualming spring
The immortal nymphs fly shrieking,
And out of the open sky
The pantocratic riddle breaks –
‘Who are you and why?’
For when in a carol under the apple-trees
The reborn featly dance,
There will also, Fortunatus,
Be those who refused their chance,
Now pottering shades, querulous beside the salt-pits,
And mawkish in their wits,
To whom these dull dog-days
Between event seemed crowned with olive
And golden with self-praise.

Younger Auden


Well, I have opened a twitter account and that’s quite enough to be getting on with. (I seem only to be able to deal with one thing at a time just now.)

So my appeal for help with promotion ideas is now focusing on Twitter till I get the hang of it. Sian Glirdain has already come up with a helpful idea for getting the hang of twittering, but any other people who have experience of the twitterworld, what thoughts might you have for me?

What to Tweet, for a start!



They say we all have our good points as well as bad, and dear Felix has been proving that this week.

Felix the loner, the hitter of brothers and occasional biter of Mum, who has caused Fluff to develop a particular squeak of fear when he sees Felix coming; this tyrant has turned out to be the best cat I’ve ever known in the matter of eating up his Renal Diet as if he really enjoys it. What a relief.

Promotion – only one suggestion so far (thanks Jan Hawke) and that’s to try Twitter, so I have dipped my toe in (@eluthpublishing) though I retain my right to be sceptical!


Is Amazon Changing How We Write Books, As Well As How We Buy Them?

Another example of the dumbing down of the world. 😦

Tara Sparling writes

Is Amazon Changing The Way We Write Books, As Well As How We Buy Them? Yay for uniformity!

The other day, I tried a little experiment, and attempted to browse Amazon as though it were a good old-fashioned, bricks-and-mortar bookshop. It didn’t end well. It’s a miracle that my laptop survived the experiment, given my frustration.

Most bookshops I know, whatever the size, broadly have 3 sections for adult fiction: ‘Bestsellers’, ‘General Fiction’, and the perennially popular* ‘Crime’.

The bigger bookshops, in this country at least, might have further sections for ‘Sci-Fi/Fantasy’ or ‘Irish Interest’: but broadly, and for decades, booksellers simply used to separate ‘Fiction’ from ‘Non-Fiction’ and ‘Children’s’.

My experiment on Amazon went broadly as follows: first I stupidly thought I’d browse through ‘Bestsellers’. But Amazon said ‘No’. Amazon decreed that I couldn’t merely browse by ‘Fiction’ bestsellers from their home page. There were only 5 Fiction bestsellers available on the landing page, and no option to click through to a longer list.

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So the book’s done and dusted and I’m starting to give it away to the usual suspects, family, friends, the local library etc.

But promotion in the hope of generating sales has always been my weakest point since I started writing.

Lots of advice and suggestions on the web, but to be honest there’s so much I can’t take it all in, and such a lot of it seems to demand far more energy and enthusiasm than I have in store.

I deeply admire other self-published authors I know, who seem to achieve good sales by something resembling the endurance and determination of an antarctic explorer a hundred years ago.

Captain Scott, I am not.

I’d be grateful for one-sentence ideas from you all describing what you think is the most important thing to do by way of causing sales to happen to your works.

Many thanks. I’ll look at them when I’ve napped.


Indolence Voltaire


Felix behaved very well at the vet yesterday, in spite of there being two needle events; one for the Program to go into Felix, and one for some of his blood to come out.

The vet has just rung to confirm that everything is reading higher than it should, and Felix must go onto meds and special kidney diet, which I will collect tomorrow.

Fresh chicken is still OK. So life is not completely ruined.

That’s now three cats with three different well-being additives to their meals. Sounds like fun, maybe a I need a live-in cat assistant?

Nil desperandum.



HISTORICAL PRINCIPLES:  a reader’s response to

The Making of the Oxford English Dictionary by Peter Gilliver

OUP, 2016: ISBN: 9780199283620

On his five hundred and fiftieth page, opening the thirteenth chapter of this astonishing book, Peter Gilliver says: ‘The body of archival material relevant to this period [1989 – ] becomes increasingly incomplete, and incompletely accessible, as one approaches the present.’

I feel his apparent concern that this may make for a loss of readerly interest in the closing pages to be unfounded, since by the time of reaching this chapter the reader – this reader for certain – has been drawn deeply into the esoteric world of dictionary-making by way of a narrative as compellingly drafted and structured as any novel.  The experience of coming to the end was as much one of loss as the moment of finishing a fictional narrative whose characters and events have led one into another world.  The diverse and remarkable characters that people this world and drive forward its story are captured with the same narrative skill and deft handling of cliff-hangers and subtle hints at possible futures, as a great detective story.

Gilliver takes us back to the early nineteenth century to show us the role of the Philological Society and the scholarly European context in which its ideas about the importance of a national dictionary were developed, before leading on to the involvement of the Oxford University Press and the whole vast history thereafter.

Now, many might assume that a work thus rooted in those Victorian scholarly realms, concerning itself with Lexicography, Philology, and Etymology, could not possibly be the sort of exciting read that I claim to have found it.  But it is. Gilliver’s research and scholarship are deep- and broad-reaching, leaving no memo unturned and no crisis undescribed.  But the enduring strength of this book will be its blend of that scholarship with its readability.  Not every academic can write; Gilliver can.

The cast of characters of this book comprises – among others – some of the most eccentric, learned and dedicated scholars who ever lived.  But they do not appear to us as mere dry old Victorian men with funny whiskers; we see their pains and joys, we are aware of their quarrels and friendships and illnesses and of how the Dictionary subsumed their lives and impacted on their families. F.J. Furnivall, James Murray, Henry Bradley, William Craigie, C. T. Onions and their twentieth century successors are presented as real living people and this brings alive to us the nature and importance of the Dictionary as a less personalised study could not do.  Although the book, considered as a biography, is in fact the biography of the OED itself, Gilliver never lets us lose sight of the people who made it.


It’s the best book I’ve read for a long time.  And it’s a beautiful book, if I may indulge my love of the physical object; the quality of its production.  The paper looks feels and smells nice.  In spite of its size, it asks you to pick it up.  I found only two very minor typographical errors in all its ‘625 pp’.  I recommend it, I love it, and I have expanded my reading list by a ridiculous number simply by adding  so many of the books listed in its bibliography.

Simply excellent.


An Unfortunate Break-Up With My Brain

Tara Sparling writes

Late night. A single candle burns in a garret. A young(ish) woman sits alone at a wooden table, kneading her frozen fingers. She sighs, and from a distance comes the faintest sound of a bell ringing. The candle flickers. This is because she has sighed again. She is doing an awful lot of sighing (it’s melodramatic, and fits in well with her surroundings). Suddenly, the candle burns brighter and the bell rings out, crisp and clear.

Me: Hello? Are you there? Please? Hello?

My Brain: Yeah. Howryeh.

Me: Oh, thank heavens. I thought you were never going to answer.

My Brain: Well, for a while there I wasn’t sure I was going to either.

Me: It’s just that I’m in a bit of a bind.

My Brain: I know, yeah. You’re sighing a lot.

Me: It’s getting really late, you see, and I have no blog post for tomorrow –

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