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Aunt Bel
Aunt Bel continues the story of the Moorhouse family, a story that began with The Wax Fruit Trilogy, as they rose from humble beginnings in Ayrshire to achieve wealth, power and influence in Victorian Glasgow.
256 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1949
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Guy McCrone
21 books4 followersGuy Fulton McCrone was born in 1898 in Birkenhead, of Scottish parents.
He was educated at Glasgow and then Cambridge University and after his studies he appears to have gone to Vienna to study singing. He eventually returned to Glasgow where he was very much involved in the musical and theatrical life of the city. He became the first managing director of the Glasgow Citizens' Theatre, which was founded in 1943, and his play Alex Goes to Amulree was first performed at the Rutherglen Repertory Theatre in May 1944.
His 1947 novel Red Plush was a Book of the Month Club selection in New York and his Wax Fruit trilogy, the English title of Red Plush, is probably his best known work. His writings were often inspired by his interest in music and the theatre and they all had a Glasgowesque feel to them. The Glasgow Herald wrote of him "McCrone recaptures the atmosphere of the period most effectively."
He moved to the Lake District in 1968 and died there in 1977.
I tracked down an interview he gave in middle age and it went as follows:-
"I was born in Birkenhead, England, in 1898, of Scottish parents. A temporary job had taken my father there, and the household went with him. But I spent my early childhood running in the woods and farmlands of central Ayrshire. I describe this pleasant countryside in my books. It is the Burns country. Our nearest village was Mauchline, where Robert Burns first took up house with his wife, Jean Armour. The poet's haunts are well known to me and his Aryshire Scots is very familiar in my ears.
"I have no illustrious ancestors. But one of my family interests me. He was my grandfather's cousin, a certain John Macrone (writing the name thus) who went to London, established himself at 3, St James Square, became a publisher, encouraged the young Charles Dickens to collect his first newspaper pen sketches, and published them under the Macrone imprint as 'Sketches by Boz'. [Bettie, I knew I recognised the name from somewhere and when I remembered, that is what made me trace some more.]
"I went to school in Glasgow, passing the entrance examination for Cambridge, England, in the middle of World War I. But being ineligible for the army, I went to scrub floors and sell cigarettes in soldiers' YMCA in Normandy and Paris. When the war was ended, I duly went up to the university, where I took a degree in economics as it was intended I should be a business man.
"I began writing after I married in 1931. I had the good fortune to have the script of my first novel read by Michael Sadleir [another of my favourites], himself a distinguished biographer, novelist and publisher. He invited me to London, then tore my work to pieces, neither showing mercy nor predicting a future for it. It was a shattering experience; but I pulled myself together, came home to Glasgow, rewrote my book and sent it back to him. He replied almost at once that he congratulated me on being able to take instruction, that he was pleased with what I had done and would like to publish. It was on Sadleir's suggestion that I wrote a trilogy, 'Red Plush', which was chosen as Book-of-the-Month in New York for December 1947.
"People have asked me why I continue to write almost exclusively about my own kind of people, my own city of Glasgow and the countryside in which I was reared [shades of John Buchan]. Here is my reason. I had not gone far with the study of the novel before I saw that a novelist, especially if he has a recording talent and not a talent for fantasy, writes best about the place that has been his home; that is, the home of his childhood and adolescence. I found endless examples of this among other writers. I believe in travel and wide horizons, of course. But in the end these mostly serve only to pur the novelist's home background into the right proportion for him. And it is there, I firmly believe, that his creative talent can be used with the greatest forc
He was educated at Glasgow and then Cambridge University and after his studies he appears to have gone to Vienna to study singing. He eventually returned to Glasgow where he was very much involved in the musical and theatrical life of the city. He became the first managing director of the Glasgow Citizens' Theatre, which was founded in 1943, and his play Alex Goes to Amulree was first performed at the Rutherglen Repertory Theatre in May 1944.
His 1947 novel Red Plush was a Book of the Month Club selection in New York and his Wax Fruit trilogy, the English title of Red Plush, is probably his best known work. His writings were often inspired by his interest in music and the theatre and they all had a Glasgowesque feel to them. The Glasgow Herald wrote of him "McCrone recaptures the atmosphere of the period most effectively."
He moved to the Lake District in 1968 and died there in 1977.
I tracked down an interview he gave in middle age and it went as follows:-
"I was born in Birkenhead, England, in 1898, of Scottish parents. A temporary job had taken my father there, and the household went with him. But I spent my early childhood running in the woods and farmlands of central Ayrshire. I describe this pleasant countryside in my books. It is the Burns country. Our nearest village was Mauchline, where Robert Burns first took up house with his wife, Jean Armour. The poet's haunts are well known to me and his Aryshire Scots is very familiar in my ears.
"I have no illustrious ancestors. But one of my family interests me. He was my grandfather's cousin, a certain John Macrone (writing the name thus) who went to London, established himself at 3, St James Square, became a publisher, encouraged the young Charles Dickens to collect his first newspaper pen sketches, and published them under the Macrone imprint as 'Sketches by Boz'. [Bettie, I knew I recognised the name from somewhere and when I remembered, that is what made me trace some more.]
"I went to school in Glasgow, passing the entrance examination for Cambridge, England, in the middle of World War I. But being ineligible for the army, I went to scrub floors and sell cigarettes in soldiers' YMCA in Normandy and Paris. When the war was ended, I duly went up to the university, where I took a degree in economics as it was intended I should be a business man.
"I began writing after I married in 1931. I had the good fortune to have the script of my first novel read by Michael Sadleir [another of my favourites], himself a distinguished biographer, novelist and publisher. He invited me to London, then tore my work to pieces, neither showing mercy nor predicting a future for it. It was a shattering experience; but I pulled myself together, came home to Glasgow, rewrote my book and sent it back to him. He replied almost at once that he congratulated me on being able to take instruction, that he was pleased with what I had done and would like to publish. It was on Sadleir's suggestion that I wrote a trilogy, 'Red Plush', which was chosen as Book-of-the-Month in New York for December 1947.
"People have asked me why I continue to write almost exclusively about my own kind of people, my own city of Glasgow and the countryside in which I was reared [shades of John Buchan]. Here is my reason. I had not gone far with the study of the novel before I saw that a novelist, especially if he has a recording talent and not a talent for fantasy, writes best about the place that has been his home; that is, the home of his childhood and adolescence. I found endless examples of this among other writers. I believe in travel and wide horizons, of course. But in the end these mostly serve only to pur the novelist's home background into the right proportion for him. And it is there, I firmly believe, that his creative talent can be used with the greatest forc
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June 26, 2020
I thoroughly enjoyed this book, a sequel to The Wax Fruit Trilogy. Aunt Bel is now a well-established figure in the higher eschelons of Glasgow society and hopes to see her offspring make good marriages even if it means discouraging what she considers to be an unsuitable match. But, in doing so, she meets her match.
Guy McCrone's gentle plot was just what I needed during the present pandemic when we do not really know what will happen in the days to come. I wish he had written more, but I am about to read Winifred Holtby's South Riding and look forward to doing so.
Guy McCrone's gentle plot was just what I needed during the present pandemic when we do not really know what will happen in the days to come. I wish he had written more, but I am about to read Winifred Holtby's South Riding and look forward to doing so.
November 7, 2024
This is the first sequel to McCrone’s Wax Fruit trilogy. I had seen a copy of a further sequel, The Hayburn Family, in a charity shop in Edinburgh’s Morningside but didn’t buy it since I hadn’t read this one. However we were at a book sale in Peebles a couple of months ago and there were copies of both books in this B&W edition so bought both of them.
Bel Moorhouse likes to think of herself as the extended Moorhouse family’s benefactress. When a nephew and niece of hers decide to marry she it is who arranges and pays for the wedding. (Well, her husband pays for it; she takes the credit.) Unfortunately, on the day the organist, Mr Netterton, fails to turn up and she goes to his house along with her almost adult son, Arthur (named after his father,) to see if he can recommend anyone else. No-one coming to mind, he asks his daughter Elizabeth if she could do it. With some hesitation she agrees and carries it off well. Bel is thereafter full of Elizabeth’s praises. Unbeknown to her, however, Elizabeth has attracted the attentions of young Arthur.
The plot revolves around the two youngsters’ suitability - or otherwise - for each other. In her rise through society Bel has developed snobbish attitudes, with which in this case her brother-in-law George agrees - a bit of a cheek considering both the origins of the Moorhouse family on an Ayrshire farmand her own upbringing.
She manages to offend both Elizabeth’s father and the girl herself before realising the depth of the couple’s feelings for each other. Indeed Elizabeth is so incensed by Bel’s approach she considers not seeing young Arthur any more. The older Arthur has a more sensible attitude to proceedings.
As in Wax Fruit, the prose rarely - I’m tempted to say never - rises above the workmanlike. It is obvious from the moment Elizabeth comes in to the story where it will lead. It is all very easy to read however.
Bel Moorhouse likes to think of herself as the extended Moorhouse family’s benefactress. When a nephew and niece of hers decide to marry she it is who arranges and pays for the wedding. (Well, her husband pays for it; she takes the credit.) Unfortunately, on the day the organist, Mr Netterton, fails to turn up and she goes to his house along with her almost adult son, Arthur (named after his father,) to see if he can recommend anyone else. No-one coming to mind, he asks his daughter Elizabeth if she could do it. With some hesitation she agrees and carries it off well. Bel is thereafter full of Elizabeth’s praises. Unbeknown to her, however, Elizabeth has attracted the attentions of young Arthur.
The plot revolves around the two youngsters’ suitability - or otherwise - for each other. In her rise through society Bel has developed snobbish attitudes, with which in this case her brother-in-law George agrees - a bit of a cheek considering both the origins of the Moorhouse family on an Ayrshire farmand her own upbringing.
She manages to offend both Elizabeth’s father and the girl herself before realising the depth of the couple’s feelings for each other. Indeed Elizabeth is so incensed by Bel’s approach she considers not seeing young Arthur any more. The older Arthur has a more sensible attitude to proceedings.
As in Wax Fruit, the prose rarely - I’m tempted to say never - rises above the workmanlike. It is obvious from the moment Elizabeth comes in to the story where it will lead. It is all very easy to read however.
January 28, 2024
So good. A great story about the late Victorian era in Glasgow. A family tale gently showing the little snobberies in society and the importance of appearances with genuine warmth and generosity which wins out in the end.
January 29, 2024
A Good Family Saga
A warm gentle book about an extended family in Victorian Glasgow. Beautifully and descriptively written with much detail. Most enjoyable
A warm gentle book about an extended family in Victorian Glasgow. Beautifully and descriptively written with much detail. Most enjoyable
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