Rosemary Sutcliff always remarked on June 23rd, Midsummer’s Eve, in her diary. She called it her official birthday (I cannot recall why). Some diary entries from the day book that was current when she died in July 1992 also note that it was the day of the birth of her mother:
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June 23rd Thursday. Midsummer’s Eve & just what Midsummer’s Eve ought to be but seldom is. Read More »
I have been on Sutcliff (sic) spelling watch chasing people, especially publishers, who seem to think that Sutcliff is spelt with a terminal ‘e’ – as twitterer @perlineamvalli puts it. I must however have got out of bed particularly crabby today, hence a particular twitter exchange!Read More »
Reader Angela Roemelt posted at the You Write! tab on this blog a few days back – sorry I missed it, caught up with work demands :
I can totally relate to … experience of rediscovery . I have read many of Rosemary Sutcliff’s books as a child and teenager. I started re-reading them a couple of years ago as a ‘mid-fortyager’ and it was like meeting old friends. visiting old places, but seeing them now from a different perspective. Read More »
Rosemary Sutcliff relished the imagination and creativity of children, as well as the responses of readers (young and old) to her novels and stories. Brian Alderson, former Children’s Books Editor of The Times, once recalled in an article in Books for Keeps an anecdote which dates from some time after the publication of Rosemary Sutcliff’s The Eagle of the Ninth in 1954. Rosemary recounted to a ‘bevy of librarians’:
‘That’s not a sand-castle,’ said the busy child on the beach, ‘I’m building a temple to Mithras’! Read More »
June 19th Monday. Over to Burgess Hill , Joan and I in absolutely blistering heat and returned with the most enchanting (? & naughty) old bitch, tiny, pretty & gay & loving, and obviously intelligent. Called Flash, which we are in process of changing to Sophie. Basty very doubtful, but less hostile than I had suspected at this stage. Read More »
ROSEMARY SUTCLIFF (1920-92) 