At the moment i'm working on a book set in the 1920's/30's entitled simply as 'Charlie Fuller.' It's loosely based around a book i originally wrote a long time ago and am now rewriting for a number of reasons. It basically tells the story of Charlie, the title character, his childhood and his involvement in the Spanish Civil war. (Imagine 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' meets 'Tom Sawyer.') I decided when i started writing that i wanted it to be very different in style from my current release, which is partly inspired by 'Dracula' and old magazine serializations in it's style and functionality.) In the end, as the book is told in the first person, i opted to go for a very formal and old fashioned style of the sort that someone from the period might write. (This is actually the reason for the title being so simple as well... Kind of like Dickens with David Copperfield, Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickelby.)
What i'd really like to know is how it looks to an outside observer. (IE: Someone who isn't me.) I've put a short paragraph from early in the book just below so you can have a look and i'd really appreciate your opinions on it. Thanks.
| I was born on the 14th of May in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and eighteen to Ronald and Mae Fuller of 12 Sawpit Terrace, Towcester, in the county of Northampton. They named me Charles after my maternal Grandpapa, who lived with us, and thus always referred to me as Charlie to distinguish myself from the aforementioned. I was born into this world with little fuss or to do and next to no celebration. I had come as something of a surprise to both of my parents as they had not been aware of my coming until the very day I arrived in this world, kicking and screaming like all children before and since. It had been a most upsetting ordeal from which neither of my parents ever recovered. Upon seeing my good self wrapped safely in my Father’s arms my Mother wept for all England and refused to hold me. No matter how hard my Father pushed, he could not persuade her to do otherwise and from that day until the one upon which she died she never once touched me or showed me any such affection or love. I believe she tolerated me upon my Father’s instruction but that was all she ever did. Father, not being an affectionate man himself, never showed me much love or emotion either as things so happen. He had been a Colonel with the 1/4th Battalion of the Northamptonshire regiment during the war, based in Palestine as I am led to understand. He had been invalided out in the October of 1917 and i am led to believe that he never quite recovered from his wounds. To me he always seemed a bitter and sorrowful man, old before his time and regretful that his life had not turned out as he imagined it to be in his youth. As a result, I always felt him to be distant and found that I could never approach him with questions or ask him for his opinion on the pressing matters in my life at any given time. I will admit that my Parents were not bad people as such, but all I ever really wanted during my childhood was their love and for the lack of such a love they must be hereby condemned. |