1838 and the new Poor Law has been in existence for four years and the destitute are now housed in union workhouses run under stringent regulations laid down by Poor Law Commissioners and overseen by locally-elected guardians. Two young men coincidentally seek to uncover, by different means, the suspected mistreatment of inmates in the small union in Seddon, Suffolk. Edgar Lawes is a local land owner and lawyer; Ambrose Hudson a London investigative journalist. Establishing himself on the board Edgar Lawes is immediately disturbed by the inhumanity he finds. Ambrose Hudson becomes an inmate and covertly keeps a journal which follows chronologically those of Edgar Lawes. The guardians’ complacency is shattered by the suicide of one of the male inmates, followed by the brutal murder of a workhouse official. The two unexplained deaths feature heavily in Ambrose Hudson’s account and the ensuing investigations cause the paths of the two men to cross. Nothing is settled until the final pages, but unlikely friendships are forged and lives changed.
Set against the radical movements springing from new Enlightenment thought, the story incorporates the pressure for social change coming from many directions in the new Victorian society and also contrasts those ideas with the staunch and age-old conservative views pursued by a pertinacious ruling class. While violent deaths and inhumane treatment of the very young may be less of a feature in institutions in our time, the judgemental attitudes towards the poor which prevailed in the past among the majority of land-owners, professional men and those of the middling-sort are not strange to us today. The fundamental problem of who among the poor deserves help is one with which we continue to struggle. On The House is the first in a trilogy.
‘Edgar, you know there’s nothing sentimental about me. As a practical man I’ve always tried to live out my morality in actions not words.’
I sat by my father’s bed and watched as the man of whom I was fondest in all the world peered at me over his spectacles as he lay propped up by numerous pillows. His face was grey, although his breathing was regular and still strong enough for him to form his words coherently. But the doctor had already told me it would only be a matter of days before there would be no more conversations.
‘I’ve been privileged to live in an age of wise men – the new prophets who aren’t frightened to express enlightened ideas – even against established and embedded prejudices. Men like the Scotsman David Hume who was convinced that our knowledge of existence can only come from our experiences, something with which I fully agree – any man of logic must.’
‘I know you do, father, but why don’t you rest and take your ease for a while. Besides, perhaps it’s not the time for philosophical debate. There’ll be plenty of opportunity later for that when you’re well.’
‘You and I both know that’s not the case – I’ve spoken to the doctor and he’s been mercifully frank with me – no placatory bedside nonsense. No, there are things I want you to know. What better time for a man to be reflective than on his deathbed? I want to be certain you understand the precepts on which I’ve tried to live my life. I’m not necessarily expecting you to adopt them all but I do encourage you to consider some of them as options.’
‘A few minutes, then I insist you sleep for a while.’ He leaned forward and took my hand with his thin pale one.
The final total has been achieved. Thanks to everyone who has contributed. The book is finished and awaiting editing which I've been told will be sometime in July. I'll keep you all updated as the process goes along. It will be an interesting experience to discuss the story line with an editor at last!
it seems as though the final total will be achievable, so thanks to everyone. 'On the House is ready and waiting to be published and I'm sure you will all be pleased with the resulting publication. I certainly hope so since you have all been so supportive. It's been difficult to know quite how often I should post a blog as there was little to report on the book's progress since it…
This novel came out of research into my family history which I completed three years ago. Through his death certificate I discovered one of my ancestors hung himself in Wandsworth Workhouse in 1863 at the age of 73. I asked myself what could have made him do it and then thought this had the beginnings of an interesting story which could be woven into a novel. In the book (s) I have used all the old…
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