Thursday, June 29, 2006

Which writers influenced you?

I fell to thinking about this after reading Jonathan Strahan's blog. Not which writers exactly, but the "unanswerableness" of the question.

If you look at my blog profile, you will see that I didn't answer those questions about "what is your favorite movie/book/music..." etc. I find them as senseless as Jonathan does. I like all types and how do you compare a 1930's b & w classic film to, say Crash? And even when I admit to having favorite authors, stacks of them, how can you compare Terry Pratchett and Guy Gavriel Kay and Ian Rankin?

And so, which authors have influenced me? ...Well, I can tell you one author who had a definite impact at a very early age. She wrote gripping stuff, unputdownable, in which I immersed myself entirely. One of her books was probably my first lesson on using tension to keep the reader's focus.

Trouble is, I can't remember her name, and I am not sure which book it was - although I can tell you the name of the series. They were all about a girl called Milly Molly Mandy, and I was just five.

And why on earth would I be able to remember its impact? Well, I was on my way to school back in - well, a long time ago. I paid tuppence for a two mile ride on the Perth/Armidale bus down Albany Highway - which was a very rural road at that time. I was reading - and went past the stop near the school because I was so engrossed. The bus disgorged half a dozen other children, but not me. When I did realise what had happened some time later (on raising my head from the book), I wailed - loud and long. The bus conductress - I even remember her name, Inez - told me not to worry, I could go on to the depot and then the bus was going to turn around and come back again. She would put me off at the correct stop. I was still traumatised. And humiliated too - it was all over the school and the community to the extent that my parents knew about it by the time I arrived home from school that day.

Yep, there was a book that influenced me. Taught me never to get too engrossed in reading while riding public transport. My first lesson about the power of the written word.

10 comments:

KarenEMiller said...

I remember Milly Molly Mandy!!! *g*

Biggest influence for me, hands down, was Dorothy Dunnett. I learned a lot about writing from reading her. I still do.

chrisbarnes said...

My goodness, I dimly remember Milly Molly Mandy too! Probably encountered her at the same time I read Enid Blyton.

The author was Joyce Lankester Brisley and the books are still available:

http://www.dymocks.com.au/Dynamic/full_details.aspx?ISBN=0753411687

Gillian said...

One of my very near relatives had a similar Milly Molly Mandy experience. I know this because I was the one who had to pick up the pieces.

Bernita said...

Happened to me too - except I was NOT a child.
I need a leash in public.

Glenda Larke said...

Thanks, Chris, for that - I had no idea MMM was still around; that's amazing. One of these days I shall have to get hold of a copy and find out just what it was that had me so enthralled.

Gillian, do tell...do you mean an experience with MMM, or forgetting to get off the bus?

Satima said...

Wow - Millicent Margaret Amanda! I can even remember her real name:-) I too loved those stories when I was in early primary school.

I've stopped reading on public transport unless I'm going to the end of the line. Too risky. I once had to walk a couple of miles back along a country road, all because of Guy Gavriel Kay:-(

Anghara said...

I was in a bookshop this afternoon, and just happened to be passing by the kiddie section, and WHAT do you think caught my eye...? a compendium of Milly Molly Mandy stories!

Synchronicity rules...

Glenda Larke said...

This is amazing. When I wrote this post, I thought no one under 60 would know what I was taking about...*g*

Kevin said...

Sorry I don't remember them, however I do remember Noddy and Big Ears as a five year old on the South Coast of England.

Ivory said...

I've done that very thing. Was reading a Trudi Canavan book at the bus stop and I look up and see the bus go by. At 19 I so nearly cried! (It was late at night, the last quick bus home, and now I'd have to catch one that took an hour and a half and didn't run very often).

Amusingly I got the link to your blog from her (Trudi Canavan's) blog; she said you were posting some useful writing tips at the moment. (And I agree)