Sorry Enid, but this is what 10 year olds really talk about.
As a little light reading, and also as it is on the 100 Greatest Novels list and I’m not taking Tristram Shandy into the bath (I might drop him and he wasn’t cheap), I have just started The Pride of Miss Jean Brodie. The book opens on a scene of a group of school girls in the 1930s, I couldn’t help but immediately draw comparisons between the Brodie set and Enid Blyton’s creations. Of course there’s a massive different between writing about an age group, and writing for them, but I know I’d have put up with Blyton more happily if the Famous Five had conversations like this –
You know,” Sandy said, “these are supposed to be the happiest days of our lives.”“Yes, they are always saying that,” Jenny said. “They say, make the most of yourschooldays because you never know what lies ahead of you.”“Miss Brodie says prime is best,” Sandy said.“Yes, but she never got married like our mothers and fathers.”“They don’t have primes,” said Sandy. “They have sexual intercourse,” Jenny said.
The little girls paused, because this was still a stupendous thought, and onewhich they had only lately lit upon; the very phrase and its meaning were new. Itwas quite unbelievable. Sandy said, then, “Mr. Lloyd had a baby last week. Hemust have commited sex with his wife.” This idea was easier to cope with andthey laughed screamingly into their pink paper napkins. Mr. Lloyd was the Artmaster to the senior girls.“Can you see it happening?” Jenny whispered.Sandy screwed her eyes even smaller in the effort of seeing with her mind. “Hewould be wearing his pyjamas,” she whispered back.