The Thornbirds has long been one of my favorite pieces of schlock, and I say that in the most loving way. The book, the TV miniseries - both. I've been trying to convey how compelling the 1983 TV miniseries was to my daughter, but she resisted me. Even after I ordered the DVD, she still felt she had to maintain her hate-everything-that-mom-likes position and wanted nothing to do with it.
Last week, she had a soft moment and suggested that we start watching it, but true to form, she reserved the right to ditch it if it was lame. Well, I fell asleep right around the time that Father Ralph was explaining to little Meggie that what she was experiencing was her period and I didn't wake up until Mary Carson died.
This stuff is intense, let me tell you. Those TV miniseries people knew what they were doing by splitting it into weekly installments. She and I can pop Pride and Prejudice into the DVD player and happily spend an entire Saturday watching it straight through. But not this. It takes a full week to emotionally cover to the point that you can face what happens next.
This was some hot stuff for TV in 1983.And we're only up to the part where Ralph becomes a bishop and Meggie announces she's going to marry Luke.
All this Thornbirds on the brain caused me to google the author, Colleen McCollough, today and I came across this delightful interview from 2007. She's a pip and you would be entertained to read the whole ting, but I'd like to point out this one bit where she talks about her husband giving the first editorial critique of her writing:
Shit hot. That is my mantra for the next few days. Look for it.