Welcome to author, Sue Barnard, who's my guest on the blog today. Over to you, Sue...
Perhaps
that headline is slightly misleading.
Or, at least, the “versus” part of it is. When I first set about writing The
Ghostly Father, it was never my intention to set up in direct
competition with the great Mr Shakespeare.
In fact, at the time, it was never even my intention that the book would
ever be read by anyone other than myself, and perhaps my nearest and dearest if
they were really interested. I was, in
essence, writing the book which I’ve always wanted to read: a version of Romeo & Juliet
in which the eponymous star-cross’d lovers don’t die.
Ever
since I first saw Franco Zeffirelli’s beautiful 1968 film
of Romeo & Juliet, I’ve been haunted by the
question: This is the world’s greatest love story – so why does it have to
end so badly? A series of individual and seemingly unrelated
events all combine to add up to a catastrophic outcome. Each of those
single events might, in isolation, have been manageable – but the whole was
most definitely far, far greater than the sum of its parts.
For years – decades, even – I wondered: what if just one of
those contributory events had been different? How might that have
affected what ultimately happened? This point was made very forcefully in
Baz Lurhmann’s 1996 film version of the story – and also, much more recently,
in Carlo Carlei’s 2013 film adaptation.
In both cases, the tragedy is given a further ingenious and heartrending
twist. In the suicide scene, Juliet wakes from her trance just as Romeo
takes the poison, but she’s too late to prevent him from swallowing it.
So why, I asked myself, shouldn’t there be another version of
the story – one where things work out more succesfully? And the answer
came straight back: Why not indeed?
And if that version of the story doesn’t already exist, then go ahead
and write it.
Even
then, it took a while for the project to get off the ground. I’d dabbled with Creative Writing in the
past, and had taken a few courses on the subject, but I’d never attempted to
write anything longer than poems, or short stories, or the occasional stroppy
letter to The Times. The thought of tackling a full-length novel,
even one on a subject about which I felt so strongly, was a daunting
prospect. When I did eventually power up the laptop and start writing, I
was writing the book mainly for myself, because it was the outcome which I’d
always wanted. But when I’d finished the
first draft (which took about six months), I showed it to a couple of close
friends. One said “I know what I
like, and I like this.” The other
said “You really ought to take this
further. It could even be a best-seller.”
Even
so, despite this vote of confidence, it was another year or two (during which
time the manuscript was revised several times) before I plucked up the courage
to submit it to Crooked Cat Publishing, an independent publisher whom
I’d found on Facebook, and for whom I’d recently started doing editing work.
I wasn’t very hopeful, so when I received the email from them telling me they
wanted to publish it, I had to print it out and re-read it four times before I
was able to convince myself that I hadn’t imagined the whole thing.
The
book’s title, The Ghostly Father, is based on a quotation from the
play (it’s how Romeo addresses the character of Friar Lawrence), and the story
(which is a sort of part-prequel, part-sequel to the original tale) is told
from the Friar’s point of view. I’ve often wondered why, in the play, he
behaved as he did – and by giving him what I hope is an interesting and
thought-provoking backstory, I’ve tried to offer some possible answers.
Plus, of course, I wanted to reduce the overall body-count, and give the lovers
themselves a rather less tragic ending. And, judging by the number of
people who have now bought and enjoyed the book (yes, it did become an Amazon
best-seller on pre-order figures alone!), it sounds as though I’m not by any
means the only person who secretly thinks that, at long last, the star-cross’d
lovers deserve a bit of a break.
Blurb:
The Ghostly Father
Romeo & Juliet - was this what really happened?
When Juliet Roberts is asked to make sense of an ancient Italian manuscript,
she little suspects that she will find herself propelled into the midst of one
of the greatest love stories of all time. But this is only the beginning. As
more hidden secrets come to light, Juliet discovers that the tragic tale of her
famous namesake might have had a very different outcome...
A favourite classic story with a major new twist.
About the
Author:
Sue Barnard was born in North Wales but has spent most of her life
in and around Manchester. After graduating from Durham University, where she
studied French and Italian, Sue got married then had a variety of office jobs
before becoming a full-time parent. If she had her way, the phrase
"non-working mother" would be banned from the English language.
Since then she has had a series of part-time jobs, including some
work as a freelance copywriter. In parallel with this she took several courses
in Creative Writing. Her writing achievements include winning the Writing
Magazine New Subscribers Poetry Competition for 2013. She is also very
interested in Family History. Her own background is stranger than fiction;
she'd write a book about it if she thought anybody would believe her.
Sue has a mind which is sufficiently warped as to be capable of
compiling questions for BBC Radio 4's fiendishly difficult Round Britain
Quiz. This once caused one of her sons to describe her as
"professionally weird." The label has stuck.
Sue joined the editorial team Crooked Cat Publishing in 2013. Her
first novel, The Ghostly Father (a new take on the traditional story of
Romeo & Juliet) was officially released on St Valentine's Day 2014. Her second novel, a romantic mystery entitled
Nice Girls Don’t, is due for release in July 2014.
Here's an excerpt:
The friary clock
struck the hour of four.
“May it please
Heaven to smile upon this happy union.”
“Amen to that,
Father!”
Romeo was pacing
around my cell in great agitation.
“But just to be
able to call her my wife is sufficient.”
I shuddered. Had I
been too hasty in agreeing to perform this marriage?
He loves too
strongly, and too soon, I thought. Could he fall out of love just as swiftly
and as violently? Heaven forfend…
“Son, even the
sweetest things can lose their appeal if taken to excess.”
I gestured towards
the half-filled pots of honey on the table.
“So do not wear
out your love too quickly. It will last longer, and be stronger, if you love in
moderation.”
There came a faint
tapping at the door. Romeo froze.
“Come in!” I
called.
The door opened
and Giulietta entered.
As she bade me
good afternoon, Romeo crossed the room in two strides, clasped her tightly in
his arms and kissed her passionately – a kiss which she returned with equal
fervour. If I had previously harboured any doubts about the strength of their
feelings for each other, now I saw them together these doubts were utterly
dispelled. Each totally absorbed in the other, it was as though they had
already forgotten that I was even there.
I coughed gently
to attract their attention, and beckoned them towards the improvised altar. As
one they knelt down before it, their faces radiant, their fingers still
interlaced.
I opened my
breviary:
“Ego conjugo
vos in matrimonium, in nomine Patris, Filii et Spiritus Sancti…”
Their vows exchanged,
and one of Giulietta’s own rings blessed and employed as a wedding ring, the
newly-made husband and wife left my cell and reluctantly went their separate
ways until they would meet again at nightfall. I watched them go, and murmured
a silent prayer for their happiness.
Had I but known what was to befall them ere that
very same day was over, I would have said many, many more…
