Emmeline Pankhurst and the White Feather

I was travelling back from a truly wonderful holiday in West Cork – which included a boat trip to Cape Clear, a swim in Lough Ine, a meeting with Elizabeth and her hubby, and the reading of many, many books – when I heard presenter George Hook on his Newstalk radio programme declare himself “a feminist after Emmeline Pankhurst”. I also noticed her name in my twitter feed. Apparently today is the anniversary of her birthday in 1858 and she is celebrated as an icon of feminism.

Given all the hoop-la about Mrs Pankhurst, I am surprised more people aren’t aware of her volte face on woman’s suffrage on the eve of World War I, and that she was a rabidly enthusiastic advocate of handing out the white feather of cowardice to men not in uniform to publicly shame them into joining up.

In my novel White Feathers, Eva, the protagonist, becomes attracted to the nascent feminist movement in London after illicitly attending a mass boycott of the 1911 Census in Wimbledon Common. (The rationale behind this was that if they were not persons under the law, why should women be counted on the census?) She is particularly inspired by one girl who gives a rousing speech and urges Eva not to be a bystander when history moves on. So one can imagine Eva’s shock when, three years later, she is dragged to a meeting of the newly convened Order of the White Feather only to see, among the cheering women, the very girl who had made the speech, now urging her to take a feather or two! and praising Mrs Pankhurst for her encouragement!

So, what happened to change Emmeline Pankhurst’s mind?Continue reading “Emmeline Pankhurst and the White Feather”

Interview with writer Susan Lanigan (Palazzo Rinaldi AIR 2011)

In 2011, I had a lovely stay at the Palazzo Rinaldi Artist’s Residence, a villa on the top of a hill in a remote village in Basilicata Italy. Susanna from Palazzo Rinaldi interviewed me on her blog and asked a few great questions about White Feathers, which I was happy to answer!

Palazzo Rinaldi artists' Residency | blog

Susan Lanigan writer

Susan, first of all many congratulations on your novel White Feathers, which has been acquired by O’Brien Press Brandon Imprint for publication in autumn 2014.  We are excited for you and can’t wait to read it! Can you tell us first of all what gave you the idea for the novel, and made you wish to write a story set during WWI?

Thank you! I had been toying with the idea of the white feathers of cowardice a while, trying to write a short story where past collided with present and failing. Then I had this idea: what about telling the story straight, from the point of view of a girl from the period. being pushed towards giving a white feather, and the horribly personalised symbol of institutional violence that carried, and it went from there. I think I’m very interested in female power versus male power and how the…

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My story “Stay Special” to be included in Nature Futures anthology

After a rather turbulent and trying day, I just received a very welcome distraction in a message from Colin Sullivan, editor of Nature Futures: my story “Stay Special”, a dystopian narrative of suppression of age in women, will be featured in the second anthology of Nature Futures stories. (This is a series of hard sci-fi published in Nature magazine every week.)

Futures 2 (#Futures2) will be coming out as an eBook and will be promoted this summer at LonCon. Published by Tor, it will be available from early September from the usual outlets (Amazon, Barnes & Noble etc)

Since White Feathers is out 25 August I might not be able to flag this as much as I would like, but do go check it out. There are some great stories there.


White Feathers Cover

I asked Emma Byrne in O’Brien Press, who has designed this wonderful cover, was I allowed to put it up – and she said YES, so without further ado, here is the cover to White Feathers, my novel which is out in late August / early September. A tale of passion, betrayal and war – and an impossible choice.

Below the cut – I’m very excited, as you can see 🙂

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RTE Guide/Penguin Ireland Short Story Competition

Short Story Ireland


The RTE Guide/Penguin Ireland Short Story Competition is now open for entries. Winning stories will be published in the RTE Guide.

Rules: All entries for the 2014 RTÉ Guide/Penguin Ireland Short Story Competition should be original,
unpublished and previously not broadcast short stories in English, of 2,000 words or less. Paper manuscripts
must be typed and cannot be returned. Entrants’ name and contact details (address, phone and/or email) should
be on a separate page.

The closing date is 6pm on Friday, July 11. Entries are welcome from anywhere in the world.

Send your entries to:
RTÉ Guide/Penguin Ireland
Short Story Competition, PO
Box 1480, RTÉ, Donnybrook,
Dublin 4

or you can email to: rteguide@rte.ie, making sure to label your entry ‘Short Story Competition’

Pictured above is Val Nolan’s winning entry from 2011 which you can read here.

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Books I Have Read Recently

As said previously, I rarely review books but every now and then I like to do a little catch-up. This will include any books I missed in the last iteration. I tend to lapse for periods, particularly when I’m editing my own stuff, though that has now finished. So –

Wake, by Anna Hope – a beautiful work on the trials faced by four women in the years after WWI, set around the entombing of the Unknown Soldier. Beautiful prose, spot-on dialogue and plotting that is tighter than a duck’s you-know-what.  Research is worn lightly and makes the narrative more vivid. I would highly recommend this to anyone interested in WWI fiction.

The Outsider, by Arlene Hunt – disclosure: I know Arlene via the Novel Fair where she gave me great encouragement with my own work. But happily I can say that this is a compelling, claustrophobic work about twins growing up in a rural village in Ireland where the girl – Emma – turns out to be a talented horse-trainer but has an odd personality which leaves her open to bullying. Her brother, Anthony, strives to defend her – but when he fails and Emma suffers badly for it, he realises he must take on powerful, darker forces in the horse industry. I did not agree with one particular decision made by Emma and her family in the book, but other than that, a powerful illustration of the emotional savagery that lies below the surface of polite Irish society. When I got off the DART, I had to sit on a station bench to finish reading it!

The Hairdresser of Harare by Tendai Huchu. Ostensibly “chick lit” but really like nothing I’ve previously read in the genre. Set in Zimbabwe, this concerns single mother and hairdresser Vimbai, whose thunder is about to be stolen by her new colleague Dumisani, who is a wizard with the scissors, styling black and white customers alike with aplomb. However there is something about Dumi that Vimbai doesn’t know – and once she finds out, it changes everything. Set in a country where the economy is plummeting and people just about get by, this novel zips along with deceptively easy prose and you find that even if you don’t know what a Shona accent sounds like, you immediately recognise the cultural argy-bargy involved. Ending very slightly rushed but I really loved this novel and would recommend it. Its lightness is deceptive.

And here are the more recent batch. Lots of female protagonist in a war stories, but there’s an obvious reason why I go for that.

A Soldier’s Wife by Marion Reynolds, a fellow Novel Fairist of 2013 whose book is out with Indigo Press. It’s the true story of her great grandmother Ellen who grew up on Lord Lucan’s estate (no, not that one!) and ended up travelling out to India with her husband James, only to encounter a tragic loss on the way. Reynolds’s attention to detail is precise and the details are fascinating.

Fallen by Lia Mills. Starts at its own pace, but once I got into it I found it utterly absorbing. Set in the period 1914-1916, it follows the life of Kate Crilly, a young girl whose brother Liam has just gone to war. His death in battle (not a spoiler, it’s on the blurb!) haunts her so badly that she wears his long coat all over Dublin, while her termagant of a mother harasses Liam’s fiancee, Isabel, to give back her engagement ring. This loss, which is beautifully described, binds Kate to Liam’s comrade in arms, Hubie Wilson, with whom she has a fateful meeting. Meanwhile the tensions of the Rising are at boiling point and Dublin is turned to a battleground as Kate doubles back and across the River Liffey checking on  her family, her friends and her desperately ill sister. One thing Mills does very well is encapsulate the nature of grief and how one lives with it, rather than dwelling on the loss per se. The part where Kate observes she has all this love for her brother and nowhere to put it, is heartbreaking.  (I didn’t quite get a purchase on Liam’s other friend, Con the dodgy doctor, though this might have been intentional.) Beautiful, limpid prose and imagery, really enjoyed.

Anyush by Martine Madden. Full disclosure – we have the same publisher. Fuller disclosure – I hoovered it up anyway. This book is heart-rending, gripping, powerful stuff, about a period of history I knew next to nothing about, the Armenian Genocide of 1915. Anyush Charcoudian, a young Armenian girl living in a rural village near Trebizond on the Black Sea, meets and falls for a Turk, an army officer of the Ottoman Empire. This all happens in the backdrop of brutal persecution of Armenians that only intensifies in the months to come. Missionary doctor Charles Stewart, running a hospital at Trebizond, is also caught in the middle of the horror, though he retains a sense of denial about what is happening. The really chilling part is that nothing is said openly; the policy to eliminate the Armenians is never spelled out – it is an implicit, intentional result of government policy, made in conjunction with brigands and freed criminals. The description of the village and the sea around it is beautiful, the prose really paints a picture – and Madden’s knowledge of the culture and politics is, if you’ll forgive the pun, byzantine. Powerful and moving.

Half Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan. Another war story, but with a quirk of being about a jazz band with two African-American musicians struggling to keep going in Berlin and later Paris during the Nazi era. Sid, the narrator, cannot forget one of them, Hiero, a black German and a trumpet prodigy, who was deported by the Nazis during World War II after escaping to Paris with some of the group. Their meeting with Deborah sets the scene for a chain of events that causes a terrible decision to be made, the kind that had me nearly gasping aloud and saying “No!” For extra atmosphere, I read this in Hamburg, the city where, Hiero shows Sid, the Nazi regime built a zoo and kept Africans captive there in cages, for the town’s burghers to view at their leisure. Another novel that really stayed with me.

So – that’s it for now.

Edit. oh wait, it’s not! I also read Nuala ni Chonchuir’s The Closet of Savage Mementos and Kate Atkinson’s Life After Life, two great novels with female protagonists. Highly recommended, and I’ll review them in the next blog entry!

A Milestone


Sometime in the dim interregnum between Thursday night and Friday morning, I submitted the final copy edits of White Feathers to my editor. Thus ended an intense four-month period of rewriting, substantive edits and tweaking. As if the gods had planned it, just as I approached the end of this period, I was offered and accepted a new job and completed the last two nights of editing while heading out to work in the mornings. And as I begin this job, sort out my finances and resume the rest of my life, I realise that while the journey towards publication continues, an important milestone has been reached: after three and a half years and five drafts, my work on this novel is over.

It seems a very long time since that time in October 2010 I sat down and started writing 30,000 rambling words which, with the support of the online writing group I subscribe to, just kept going and going. During that time I have worked two jobs, welcomed a marriage and new arrival in my immediate family circle, mourned the passing of an online friend, travelled the battlefields I mention in the story, walked 32km overnight over six Wicklow hills on solstice night, have sung with a choir in the Rathaus in Vienna and curated a short story contest. Lesson learned – if I am going to make a habit of this novel-writing lark, I’m going to have to speed the hell up. Three and a half years is too long! And I have a few first drafts waiting…

This first novel will probably be a bit different from the rest, because it isn’t just the novel itself – it is the entire spiritual journey caught up with it. The act of seeing it through, from an incoherent Draft 1 to the finished manuscript I just sent. Deep in my heart, I felt this story was different. Emotionally, it pulled me in. Sometimes I wonder was I so involved that it was not healthy, but I have the sort of personality that I needed to be 100 per cent involved, to the point of obsession. I needed to walk every mile until I reached my Jerusalem.

Discussion of the Short Story with Nuala Ni Chonchuir and Mike McCormack


Taken by Carrie King - authors discussing short story
Taken by Carrie King – authors discussing short story


Today I was at a very interesting discussion led by Thomas Morris, editor at The Stinging Fly magazine, as part of the Dublin Writers Festival. It was a colloquy about the short story between two practitioners of that form, Nuala Ni Chonchuir and Mike McCormack, the latter my tutor during my MA in Writing twelve years ago (God, I feel old. Again.) I felt like a bit of a poacher-turned-gamekeeper as I haven’t written a short story in well over a year, and one of any considerable length in more than two. But it was interesting hearing what the short story had to offer and where short story writing, particularly in Ireland, might have lost its way somewhat.Continue reading “Discussion of the Short Story with Nuala Ni Chonchuir and Mike McCormack”

Seán Ó Faoláin Short Story Competition Now Open For Entries

Short Story Ireland


Well, here is a great short story competition with a prize and a half:

The Seán Ó Faoláin Short Story Competition is now open for entries until July 31st.  The annual competition, sponsored by the Munster Literature Centre, is accepting entries (3,000 words or fewer) from around the world.

First prize is €2,000 (ooh!), publication in Southword (ah!), and a week-long residency at Anam Cara Writers’ and Artists’ Retreat (ooh! ah!).

The winner will be invited to attend the Cork International Short Story Festival (16 – 20 September 2014)

“If the winner comes to Cork to collect their prize, we will lavish them with hotel accommodation, meals, drinks and VIP access to the literary stars at the Cork International Short Story Festival.”

Did you hear that? They will lavish you in honour of your mad short story writing skills. Nice.

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#TimeToTalk Green Ribbon Day – Talk About Mental Health

Green Ribbon

I have been following the @GreenRibbonIRL account on Twitter and reading about the conversations being started about mental health. Wearing the Green Ribbon, or blogging about the event,  indicates a willingness to start and continue this ongoing conversation.

I’m nearly finished my part of a novel that concerns itself greatly with mental health (WWI combat soldiers had high rates of shell shock) and stigma (the white feather itself) It’s strange how little people change from that day to this. I hope that the “conversation” will resonate come publication day! Yesterday was National Conscientious Objectors day in England and I feel it is fitting that the two events are so close.

I have always felt that the act of stigma carries a dubious legitimacy. Then and now, it’s about one thing. Power.

Also that the conversation cannot just be had between the vulnerable and relatively powerless. The powerful need to examine their ways, check their sanity privilege, and throw their weight behind this discussion. If for nothing other than economic reasons. Even the War Office needed to do something in 1917 when 40 per cent of their fighting men were disabled by extreme mental stress.