Tag: black death

Wild Bird Builds a Nest

I wrote Wild Bird before Covid-19 hit. Really I did.

I’ve been kind of obsessed with the bubonic plague since I was in high school. I wrote my first research paper on it. I’ve written an entire nonfiction book about it. There’s something about the combination of the time period — the Middle Ages — and the event itself — a disaster that wiped out at least a third of the population of Europe and truly changed the course of history — that has gripped me for decades.

So a couple of years ago, I started writing a middle-grade novel about the bubonic plague. It was inspired by a story I came across while researching the nonfiction book, in which shipful of sailors found a Norwegian village where everyone had died of plague — everyone but one young girl. That girl became my main character.

When Covid hit last year, I was nearly finished with the manuscript. I got very nervous (I mean, about the book. I was already nervous about the disease, and about everything else. Everyone was. This was just a little extra nervousness).  I wondered: Would anybody want to publish a book about a plague during a plague?

Well, it turns out the answer is yes. Much to my delight, my brilliant agent sent the manuscript to exactly the right editor. She fell in love with the book, and Roaring Brook Press will publish it in 2023!

And with luck and science (neither of which they had in 1350) our current plague will be only a memory by the time Wild Bird flies into bookstores and libraries.

 

 

Not Your Ancestors’ Plague

This is a very weird time.

We wake up every morning with a sense of impending doom. How close will Covid-19 come to us today? What vacations or conferences will be cancelled, what sports teams will stop playing, what schools will close, what businesses will be forced to shut down? How far will the stock market plunge? Will our Purell run out?

I hesitate to say that all things are relative, because it feels like rules have been suspended. Maybe all things are not relative. Maybe this will be worse than we can imagine. But I’ve written a book on bubonic plague (and just finished a novel set in the time of the Black Death), and thinking about that disaster does seem to put this one in a different perspective. Here are some reasons why we are slightly better off than the potential plague victims of the fourteenth century — and one reason we aren’t:

  • We know what causes Covid-19. This will enable us to create a vaccine for it eventually and allows us to take measures to contain it in the meantime. In the 1300s, people thought the plague was a punishment for their sins, or the effect of bad air, or the work of witches, or the result of a bad astrological conjunction. Their reactions ranged from wearing garlic and other herbs around their necks (okay, some people are doing that now) to closing themselves indoors to avoid the air (yes, we are doing that too) to attacking and/or burning those they felt were responsible (right, more on that later.) There was also some self-flagellation, which I haven’t seen yet on CNN.
  • We know how Covid-19 is transmitted. In the 1300s, people had no idea that the fleas that bit them were imparting a death sentence. (Fifty to seventy percent of victims died.) And when the plague morphed to pneumonic and septicemic versions (with a death rate of nearly 100 percent), they didn’t understand that touching, breathing on, and bleeding on others would transmit the disease.
  • We are generally healthier. One reason plague victims died in such huge numbers is that a famine years earlier had weakened them. Plus it was the Middle Ages, when life expectancy at birth was around 35 years.
  • Many of us have toilet paper, food, and hand sanitizer to hoard. In the 1300s, there was little to squirrel away even if people had thought to do so. People who didn’t contract the plague often died of starvation. And though medieval folk washed and bathed far more than most people imagine, “Cleanliness is next to godliness” wasn’t a thing until John Wesley said it in 1778.

One similarity, however, between the plague years and now is the obscenely bigoted reaction coronavirus has generated. Terror breeds intolerance in every age, it seems. Just as medieval people blamed the Jews for the plague, some today are blaming the Chinese. In 1350, oddly enough, Pope Clement VI issued a papal bull proclaiming that Jewish people were NOT at fault for the disease, stating, “It cannot be true that the Jews, by such a heinous crime, are the cause or occasion of the plague, because through many parts of the world the same plague, by the hidden judgment of God, has afflicted and afflicts the Jews themselves and many other races who have never lived alongside them.” A sensible man, it appears — sensible enough to remit the sins of all who died of the plague. (He did, however, believe in sending Crusaders to fight the Ottoman Turks.)

If there’s a takeaway from this post, I’d hope it would be this: Covid-19 is not, and will not become, the Black Death, which killed between 30 and 60 percent of the population of Europe at the time (possibly as many as 25 million people). And we are not, and I hope will not become, the victims of our own fear, turning against each other as we search for something or someone to blame. In a world that seems utterly out of control, the one thing we CAN control is our own behavior.

 

 

Also: WASH YOUR HANDS.

 

History is BACK

A long time ago, I wrote a historical children’s novel. It was set in the 1400s because I’m a medieval history freak. I studied the Middle Ages in college; I’ve even written a nonfiction book on the bubonic plague that you can take a look at here (lots of gross illustrations and descriptions of buboes, if you’re into that!). The novel had a nugget of a good idea in it. But I was told, over and over again, that history was dead. There was no market for it. Kids didn’t read history.

I retired the manuscript, though I didn’t really believe that history was dead. I’d adored The Door in the Wall when I was a kid. I saw The Midwife’s Apprentice win the The_Door_in_the_Wall_coverNewbery Medal. I devoured historical novel after historical novel — all of them published. I knew someone besides me had to be reading them.

At some point, I realized that my agent had long been obsessed with the historical events I treat in the story. She read it and loved it, and her enthusiasm was contagious. So I revised it. And I revised it again. And parts of it again. I added new characters, slashed the dreaded infodumps that seem so necessary to historical fiction (because nobody really knows which were the Lancasters and which were the Yorks, right?) and somehow got the background I needed in there anyway. I changed the narrative point of view. I didn’t have any real hope that the novel would ever be published, because, you know, history is dead. So I was on no timetable, and I just let the story do what it wanted to do.

And then, late last year, an editor read the manuscript and sent the most beautiful email I’ve ever gotten. Not only did she love the story, shexcitemente completely understood everything I was trying to do in it. And she wanted to publish it. Apparently, when I read the offer I made a noise that was so bizarre that it scared my husband half to death. But it was a genuine howl of joy.

There’s a Santayana quote that goes, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” I don’t know if the daily evidence that we’re repeating the worst parts of our history has anything to do with my book’s acceptance. There might be parallels to be King_Richard_III_from_NPG_2-e1502563148323drawn between Richard III and his rise to power and present-day people and situations — but hey, that’s a discussion for another day.  Today, I’ll just revel in the fact that The Butcher’s Daughter has found its perfect home.

 

 

And here’s the official announcement in Publisher’s Marketplace:

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WOOHOO!!!

Hooray for the Bubonic Plague! (Not really. But sort of.)

In November, middle-school students Kathryn and Jenna interviewed me for a cv_082259076Xdocumentary on the bubonic plague outbreak of the 1340s. It’s their entry for the National History Day competition, which you can read about here.  They were knowledgeable and skillful interviewers. They gave me chocolate. And now…

 

They have won FIRST PLACE in the local National History Day competition! Let’s have a round of applause!

 

Plague-victims-from-the-14th-CenturyNext, they take their documentary to the state level. And then…well, I’ll keep you posted!