I read this poem many, many years ago when I was at school, and it stayed with me. I decided that when I was approaching a certain age, that I would adopt this very policy. As I am now in my forties and fifty is imminent I think it is now time to cultivate my batty and eccentric persona. I believe I now qualify to join the Red Hat Society. I have a red hat, but yet no purple. This shall of course be remedied.
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
By Jenny Joseph

The works of Georgette Heyer have always been abiding favourites of mine. I read my first Heyer novel at the age of 11, when staying at my Grandmother’s house. I was immediately entranced by the romantic and dashing world (as Heyer portrayed it) of the Regency period in which she mostly based her novels. I became a voracious reader of all Heyer works thereafter, and have remained so till this day. My mother some years ago gave me her collection of Heyer novels, mostly bought in the 60′s, though the collection over the years had become sadly depleted.
Despite being an avid reader my entire life, in the last five years or so I have not read quite as much as I would like. Mostly because having had a child, as those with children know, ones free time becomes severly limited, and given my that my main preoccupation is my art, one has to make choices. However, of late I have been trying (when not drawing and painting) to spend less time online and more time reading. I decided recently to revisit my ‘old friends’, and work my way through my Heyer collection. I also decided that I wanted to reread the first Heyer novel I ever read, which was ‘These Old Shades’ (a sequel of sorts to ‘The Black Moth’), and which though not set in the Regency period (and in fact during the 18th century during the reign of Louis XV) remains my favourite.
As this (and it’s sequel ‘Devil’s Cub) had been lost a few years ago, I ordered the two from Amazon and waited their arrival with excitment. When they arrived I very naughtily (and this was always my problem) sat down and read them both through in two sittings. ‘These Old Shades’ on the Monday, and ‘Devil’s Cub’ on the Tuesday.
I have to say, that despite the passage of years, neither book had lost its charm for me. I was still able to engage with the characters utterly, was totally submerged in both stories, and carried away with by excitement of the narrative. Heyer’s characterisation is excellent, her writing style witty and engaging (somewhat in the style of Austen and Gaskill though with the dryness of her own time and personality), and her knowledge and understanding of the period in which she writes is without par. Leonie and Justin’s story had me reading at breakneck speed with excitement, despite having read the story so many times. I delighted in her debut into the fashionable world when she became a girl again, was excited by her abduction and rescue, and the commitment of all the supporting characters, and thrilled at the ultimate comeuppance of St.Vire and Justin’s declared love for Leonie (Justin Duke of Avon remains my favourite Heyer character of all time).
I subsequently read ‘Devils Cub’ with the same glee and excitement and enjoyed the story as much as it’s predecessor. A week later I ordered Arabella, (firmly set within the Regency period) and read that through in one sitting also.
One thing I will say, it’s an interesting (and slightly bitter sweet) experience to read these book so many years after the first. My understanding, perception and feelings towards the characters have changed considerably since the first time I read the books. Hardly surprising given I was eleven, then in my early teens, and am now in my forties. At the time of first reading, I identified strongly with Leonie (and all the young heroines), and thought that Justin was terribly old as a lover for a young girl (given he was in his forties) and could not understand how she would fall in love with a man so much older, as being over 40 seemed positively ancient to me. When I read these books, I was so very young and had still the excitement and uncertainty of love and romance to look forward to. Now, with the passage of years and being …well, middle aged, I read with a slight pang the knowledge that those days are now far behind me (though that’s not to say I have no romance in my life at all… if my husband chances to read this!).
Interestingly, most of my favourite Heyer novels when I was young were her earlier works, and then as I grew older, my preferred books were those written in her later life. The reason being, that as she grew older, so did her heroines so become. Less were there the 18 year old wide eyed heroines, and her female characters became more mature and self possessed, and to be honest, a lot more interesting).
(to be continued)…
Good Reviews:
‘These Old Shades’ by Jane Austen’s World
One of my favourite poems by William Wordsworth, and incidentally, loved by an athor famous for his own tale of naugty Rob, Sir Walter Scott.
| A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy! And Scotland has a thief as good, An outlaw of as daring mood; She has her brave ROB ROY! Then clear the weeds from off his Grave, Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave; Say, then, that he was wise as brave; Said generous Rob, “What need of books? “We have a passion — make a law, “And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose “The creatures see of flood and field, “For why? — because the good old rule “A lesson that is quickly learned, “All freakishness of mind is checked; “All kinds, and creatures, stand and fall “Since, then, the rule of right is plain, And thus among these rocks he lived, |
So was it — would, at least, have been But through untowardness of fate; For Polity was then too strong – He came an age too late; Or shall we say an age too soon? Then rents and factors, rights of chase, Rob Roy had never lingered here, And to his Sword he would have said, “‘T is fit that we should do our part, “Of old things all are over old, “I, too, will have my kings that take And, if the word had been fulfilled, Oh! say not so; compare them not; For Thou, although with some wild thoughts, And, had it been thy lot to live For thou wert still the poor man’s stay, Bear witness many a pensive sigh And, far and near, through vale and hill, |