Authors: Mark Dunn
A NOVEL OF UNINTENDED COLLABORATION
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Dunn, Mark, 1956-
We five : a novel of unintended collaboration / Mark Dunn.âFirst edition.
pages ; cm
ISBN 978-1-938103-12-4 (hardcover)
1. AuthorshipâFiction. 2. Women authorsâFiction. 3. Female friendshipâFiction. I. Title.
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First U.S. Edition: October 2015
Printed in the United States of America
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For the four Weekley sisters:
Mary, Leslie, Laura, and Julia
All life is just a progression toward,
and then a recession from,
one phraseâ“I love you.”
I fell in love with Elizabeth Gaskell's secret back-drawer novel
in the early nineties when I was looking for a work of Victorian fiction to adapt to the musical stage in partnership with a composer and a lyricist, who have since left the theatre and now raise Jerusalem artichokes. In the course of my investigation into what has happened to Gaskell's story of five young female friends who fall prey to five young men of predatory purpose, I discovered that since the posthumous publication of Gaskell's book in 1867, it hasâover the succeeding decadesâbeen adapted by three other novelists of some literary stature:
We Happy Five
, published in 1910.
Five Saints, Five Sinners
, published in 1930.
Songs and Sirens
, published in 1952.
Swift upon the heels of the publication of my first novel
I Am a Time Bomb
in 2000, I tried my own hand at retelling Gaskell's story (set outside of Manchester, England, in 1859); I placed my version of this story,
Five Came Running
, in north Mississippi in 1997. It sold respectably wellânot quite as well as my first novel, but better than my third, published in 2009,
The Dithering Heart.
Given the similarities to be found among
and its four subsequent adaptations (including my own), I felt that this story might do with one more telling, an amalgamation of all five auctorial voices, each of the five versions of the story coming into violent collision at its climax.
Perhaps a word or two should be said about the book's epilogue, which is taken from an upcoming sixth version of the storyâ¦
Jane (Janie) Higgins
Maggie (Margaret, Mag, Mags) Barton
Carrie (Caroline, Car) Hale
Ruth (Ruthie) Thrasher
Tom (Thomas, Tommy) Catts/Katz â¦
who pursues Jane
Jerry (Jeremiah) Castle â¦
who pursues Maggie
Will (William, Willy) Holborne â¦
who pursues Carrie
Cain Pardlow â¦
who is supposed to pursue Ruth
Pat (Patrick, Paddy) Harrison â¦
who pursues Molly
Lyle Higgins â¦
Jane's younger brother
Clara Barton â¦
Sylvia Hale â¦
Herbert (Bert, Herb) & Lucile (Lucille) Mobry â¦
Michael Osborne â¦
Jemma Spalding â¦
Vivian (Vivien, Viv) Colthurst â¦
We Five's employer (or manager or immediate supervisor)
Reginald (Reggie) & Mirabella (Bella, Mira) â¦
Carrie's neighbors and friends of We Five
Lydia DeLash Comfort â¦
famed evangelist in the Aimee Semple McPherson mold
Miss (Abigail) Dowell â¦
Miss/Ms. Colthurst's assistant
Jane was the oldest of the five. She was also the tallest (with or without the clackety pattens). Though she was thought at times to be the most outspoken of the five, yet her friend Maggie was
possessed of an opining nature, which rivaledâsometimes even surpassedâJane's characteristic candour.
As for Ruth, let it be said that when she was not repairing in quiet solitude to her books and her biscuits and her beefsteak pudding, she was given to speak her own mind in a clarion voice that tended to call a room to silence.
And what of Carrie and Molly, the remaining points on this pentagram of interlocking friendship? They would enter the lists on occasion themselves, but only for just cause, or if defence of personal honour demanded it,
, in the case of Molly, if the little girl within her was put into a mope. Consequently, Jane Higgins and her friends Maggie and Ruth and Carrie and Molly were given to occasional conversational skirmishesâskirmishes that sometimes disrespected Jane's seniority (and imposing height)âon a variety of topics, each, thankfully, of minor consequence.
Except when they should be of
Yet disputation was the natural order of things, and had come to be accepted, as one comes to accept that shawls will fray and draggle, and stays will pinch, and white muslin will soil, but that is no reason to toss aside one's entire wardrobe, which otherwise serves.
For Jane and Maggie and Carrie and Ruth and Molly, having become friends in early girlhood, found a kinship of the heart, which was underpinned by the following sad verity: that with the untimely youthful demises of Maggie's two sisters, and the crib death of Molly's younger sister, there was not a single living female sibling to be claimed amongst the quintet (and no siblings
for four of its membersâor shall we say, no siblings at all for four of its members of which they were
). In effect, five sisterless friends became sisters of a different sort, their sisterhood constituting a melding of several hearts that was fixed and enduringâa most remarkable thing for five women of an age in which beauty and animal spirit tended to engender the building up of permanent little walls of jealousy and mistrust, as might be readily glimpsed amongst the many other clutches of young maidens who worked and played together in Tulleford, the mill town of their birth. But in this special circle of similarly situated seamstresses, one noticed no such fatuous partitions, despite the inevitable differences in character and temperament to be found amongst them, and if they were at times to disagree and dispute as all sisters will disagree and dispute, there ensued without exception a cleansing aftermath of repentance and the putting of things to rights with a demonstration of only the most tender species of affection.
They called themselves “Circle Sisters,” or “Sisters of the Heart,”
, when an economy of self-denomination was required, simply “We Five.” And each of the young women, having attained in the previous two years the age of one-and-twenty, and each being neither married nor affianced, but, in fact, wholly unattached in
romantic sense, owned a different opinion with regard to her present state of singularity, it being an
in the short run for one of their number,
tolerable but preferentially undesirable by degrees
for three of their number, and
utterly and blissfully convenient
for the fifth member (who had no desire whatsoever to wed)âeach of these views to be sorted out and properly assigned for the reader as our story unfolds.
Jane Higgins was, by her own admission, “the sage observer.” She would not deny the astute observation that she was the wisest member of the group in
aspect of her nature (so long as the contention was voiced out of earshot of any other member of her circle who might disagree). However, Jane was not, by any measure, the most comely of the five, nor ever could she be deemed anything beyond “palatable in appearance” and “pretty after a fashion” by the prevailing consensus, her face being attenuated, arguably equine, her eyes deeply set. These attributes might be appropriate for a Transylvanian or Mediterranean exotic, but for a young woman of English stock, they constituted somewhat of a demerit, for they gave the impression of one fixed to a perpetually sombre, even lugubrious mien, or one robbed of restful sleep, or, more unkindly, one given to occasional neighing and clopping of the hooves. In reality, Jane, though crippled by a diminished upbringing, had overcome a great number of personal difficulties, such triumphs of mettle earning her the right to hold her head high and to wear her pride as a badge of honour, and not to be thought of in any negative way whatsoever, save by one generally unacquainted with all her