The Mystery of Tally-Ho Cottage is not a classic of modern literature that I had read before last week. It is also one I don’t feel the need to read again. I came across it in a box of old books and was intrigued – it was by Enid Blyton, but I did not recognise it as one of the Famous Five books I remembered from my childhood. It was, in fact, a precursor to that series. One of a dozen or so books centred around the exploits of ‘The Five Finder-Outers and Dog’ (Honestly, I’m not making this up!). The first half dozen pages described the return of Fatty from his holiday, much of this section was taken up with the others describing how fat Fatty was (hence the nickname I guess) and how vindictive and stupid PC Goon the policeman (also fat) is.
The story then heads into a ridiculous plot that had something to do with some cruel dog sitters, missing people, and a stolen painting. If you know much about Enid Blyton you will probably guess that the art thieves were foreigners (in turbans no less), and that the children – in particular the brave, clever and resourceful boys – solve the crime in spite of the bungling policeman. I may have got some of that wrong, I was anxious to end my ordeal by page 100 and kind of skim-read the second half.
In the book I am currently writing I had referenced this element of Enid Blyton’s writing in a derogatory way and was unsure if I should leave it in. Having happened upon this book I am now more inclined to add to it. I don’t think we should excoriate people who grew up in an era with vastly different values to those we now consider the norm (although EB was criticized in her own lifetime for some of the views she portrayed), but we should recognise how far society has moved on. But don’t pause to celebrate for too long, I’m pretty sure we still have a way to go yet.