Right
now, I am trying to work out how to write a particular scene in a piece of
“Victorian” junior fiction. The scene involves electricity, but how can I make
that dramatic enough for modern children? Do they think of electricity as the dangerous
and unreliable presence in the home I once knew, even if that was not quite as far
back as the nineteenth century?
The
Victorians were familiar with the concept of electricity. My battered 1862
Chambers Encyclopaedia has eleven pages on the subject, stating that:
“Electricity, the
name used in connection with an extensive and important class of phenomena, and
usually denoting either the unknown cause of the phenomena or the science that
treats of them. Most of the phenomena in question fall under the three chief
heads of Frictional Electricity, Galvanism and Magneto-Electricity.”
Scientists, earlier but especially in the eighteenth century, had already advanced electrical knowledge.
By 1818, Mary Shelley’s fictional Frankenstein could use an un-named scientific “power” to bring his creature to life but, in practice, electricity was mostly for creating interesting and spectacular effects. Yet by 1862, with Victoria on the throne, the encyclopaedia describes the harnessing of this new power with early electrical clocks, magnets, telegraphy, electro-motive machines, batteries and the phenomena of electric light:
By 1818, Mary Shelley’s fictional Frankenstein could use an un-named scientific “power” to bring his creature to life but, in practice, electricity was mostly for creating interesting and spectacular effects. Yet by 1862, with Victoria on the throne, the encyclopaedia describes the harnessing of this new power with early electrical clocks, magnets, telegraphy, electro-motive machines, batteries and the phenomena of electric light:
“somewhat
approaching the light of the sun in purity and splendour. Its intensity is such
as to prevent the eyes from examining the particulars of its production”.
Meanwhile, a century later and my parents were warning me of the dangers of electricity along with the peril of unlit gas and blazing embers setting hearthrugs ablaze, alarms I remembered when I saw a particular John Bull magazine cover recently. Such covers depicted aspects of British life in the fifties, echoing the sunny everyday-American-life illustrations of Norman Rockwell. (I am wondering how soon the illustrations might stage an ironic resurgence in mock Ladybird books style.)
The particular “electric” cover that I saw depicted a woman in a pre-Kath-Kidston pinny. She was smiling at her manly husband as he crouched under the stairs, knowingly and smugly mending a blown fuse. What joy! Her happy housewifery could now resume!
However, that perfect image merely reminded me how unreliable electricity could be around the home back then, despite all the “clean and modern” publicity. Fuses often blew, plunging homes into darkness, needing to be repaired with pliable grey fuse-wire rather than with the simple click of a switch of today. Torches, candles, matches and the fuse repair kit were always at hand, ready for the next sudden blackout. Fuses were not the only things that caused problems: many homes still had gas and electricity meters that needed constant feeding with cash. The prudent kept a tin of coins topped up for such emergencies while the less prudent rummaged around in their purses - and all in the dark!
Even when
connected to the grid, there was far less access to electric power. Ironing was
often managed by plugging into the ceiling light’s double socket: one held the
light bulb while the other plug branched off at an angle for the iron's plug, which meant that the flex dangled down by the shoulder of the person ironing. Homes
had one or two single two-pin electric wall socket in each downstairs room and
the “flex” that led to electrical devices consisted of two or three twisted
rubber wires covered by a layer of braided cotton. Not only did the low-grade rubber
coverings perish and damage quite easily but overloaded sockets would send out
the warning aroma of singeing plastic. Electricity was definitely a thing to be
wary about, back in the mid-twentieth century.
Electricity seems so much safer and more reliable now – unless,
perhaps, you have been living in a flood plain - and the smooth modern cabling, wall sockets and plugs of today are items to be glad
about. Usually the power stays on,
cabling is discreet and safe and my grandchildren comfortably use all manner of
electrical devices. Of course, they have learned about electricity and batteries
at home and in primary school and have been taught never to poke about in
sockets or do similar stupid things. Thankfully, for them, at the moment and in
this country, electricity is usually not an erratic, wayward force.
Which
leads me back to my niggling fret: will the drama of my intended Victorian “electric” scene carry
any power at all for the modern young reader here in Britain? Wish me luck with the
writing.
Penny
Dolan
4 comments:
It was a sort of magic - well still is I suppose. I remember all the power cuts of the early 70s quite fondly - not sure if my parents would. I can't wait to read your next book Penny.
I, too, am eagerly looking forward to the next installment of Mouse.
You'll bring off that scene in triumph, Penny - you're such a good writer.
And your blog brings back a lot of memories for me too - though the house I was born in was lit by gas, not electricity. There was a meter. Several of my family's creepier ghost stories begin with the sudden plunge into darkness as the meter runs out.
Yes, it will be exciting! Especially if you perhaps don't name the power in question as being electricity straight away. A really interesting blog to remind how extraordinary some the 'ordinary' things in our life our.
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