Among Others

poetry competition are probably the only things she’s ever won. I don’t know if they do Twelfth Night cake in Ireland.
    I can feel this place closing round me like quicksand.
    Book club on Tuesday!
    M ONDAY 7 TH J ANUARY 1980
    I went out to look back at the school and breathe this morning, and the grounds were full of fairies. I expected them to vanish as soon as they saw that I could see them, but they kept going about their business though they took no notice of me, barely moving out of my way. Most of them were the hideous warty kind, but there were some elf-maiden types among them. I tried speaking to them in Welsh and English but they ignored me. I wonder what’s up?
    Letter from the hospital with an appointment for Thursday morning with a Dr. Abdul. I’ve shown it to Nurse and Miss Ellis, and I’ll go, though I can’t see what good it’ll do. My leg’s been a bit better this last few days anyway. The Orthopaedic Hospital is in Gobowen, which means a bus into town and then a bus out there.
    Miss Carroll was very nice to me, inquiring about my holiday and whether I got any books. I asked if she did, and she did, books and book tokens, just like me. She’s not all that old. I suppose she wanted to become a librarian because she loves books and reading. I wouldn’t mind that, if I could be in a real library, but a school library would be horrible, especially here.
    T UESDAY 8 TH J ANUARY 1980
    Book club tonight!
    This term’s book for English is Far From the Madding Crowd . I’ve been reading it all day when I have reading time. Hardy’s very long-winded, though not technically as long as Dickens. There’s a horrible scene where a fallen woman called Fanny Robin drags herself along a fence while actually giving birth. I think the rest of the book is too slight to support that scene. The happy ending is like a nightmare—Bathsheba and Gabriel Oak married and “whenever I look up, there you are, and whenever you look up, there I am.” Talk about stifling! Gramma liked Hardy, but I can’t. I’ve tried, but he’s too depressing and too trite at the same time. He makes things happen neatly, and sometimes they’re horrible things, but they’re always very pat. I hate that. He could have learned a lot from Silverberg and Delany.
    We’re also going to be reading The Tempest and some Keats. I’ve already read both. The good bit about The Tempest is that we’ll be going to see it in Theatre Clwyd in Mold, a school trip. I expect everyone will giggle and be annoying, but a real play in a theatre! I’ve never seen The Tempest . I’ve only seen Romeo and Juliet , in the Sherman Theatre, with Auntie Teg, and A Midsummer Night’s Dream with school, in the New Theatre. I expect Mold theatre won’t be at the level of Cardiff theatre, but who cares. I wonder how they’ll do Caliban? I always see him like the first fairy I saw here, all warty and spider-webby. I wonder how they’ll do Ariel?
    In history we’re doing more of the boring old Nineteenth Century, ugh, all Acts and Ireland and unions. Give me history with some fun in it! In French we’re going to learn the subjunctive. People say it’s hard, but it isn’t in Latin. In Latin we’re starting on Book I of Virgil’s Aeneid . I love it so far.
A nation hostile to me
Is sailing the Tyrrhenian sea
Carrying to Italy Troy and her conquered gods!
    Though I think “Etruscan sea” scans better?
    W EDNESDAY 9 TH J ANUARY 1980
    Book club last night. I got there a little late because the bus wasn’t on time, but they hadn’t started, and Janine had saved a seat for me opposite the bust of Plato.
    Great meeting, led by Mark, who’s a tubby middle-aged guy with huge thick glasses and a little beard. We talked about the Foundation Trilogy. The best bit was where we all really got into psychohistory, whether it’s possible. I don’t think it is, because of chaos. I don’t think it would take a mutation like the Mule, or rather, I think ordinary people are just as unlikely to keep on track. (You could do it with magic, maybe. But not to the level Hari Selden supposedly did it. I didn’t say that.) Then Wim compared it to The Lathe of Heaven and some Dick books with manipulated history. Then I wondered if you could write a story where a secret society have been manipulating history all along for mysterious ends?
    “Who’s been around long enough?” Greg asked.
    “The Catholic Church?” Janine offered.
    Pete snorted. “If so, they haven’t