Children’s Book Week – My Friend Tertius

One of the books I’ll be reading from and working with for the forthcoming Children’s Book Week and beyond, is my most recently published one, My Friend Tertius, illustrated by Owen Swan and published by Allen and Unwin.

My plan today was to give a bit of background to the story and probably the best way of doing this is to share my launch speech which I delivered at The Younger Sun Bookshop, Yarraville on March 25th.

My Friend Tertius is also one of a number of children’s picture books with a war theme by Australian and New Zealand creators, which is part of a 2017/2018 exhibition. For more details see below:  http://anzacstoriesbehindthepages.blogspot.com.au/2016/08/behind-pages-exhibition-coming-soon.html

So here’s my speech:

Launch Speech for My Friend Tertius – 25 March 2017

This story has been the biggest struggle. I thought Queenie took a long time at almost 5 years. Tertius has taken a decade. I have so many people to thank, so many friends who have helped along the way.

But now I can say, without any doubt, that every bit of research, every word changed, moved, altered and agonised over, has truly been worth it. 

Please refer to the acknowledgement page in the back of the book, but today I would like to thank these special people. 

May Gibb’s Children’s Literature Trust who allowed me precious time to create in Canberra, Adelaide and Brisbane studios over two creative time fellowships. 

Carola Vecchio, whose mother Emily Hahn was with Arthur Cooper on the day he bought Tertius and who I met in New York in 2012.

Michael Alexander, learned scholar, author and friend of Arthur Cooper who encouraged me to keep searching for Arthur’s son, Edward

and Dr. Edward Cooper, son of Arthur – I even rang the wrong Dr. Cooper in St. Lucia in the Caribbean, one night, trying to find him. 

I’d like to thank all at Allen and Unwin for publishing My Friend Tertius,

Karen Tayleur for launching and Michael Earp for allowing us to launch here today – and to Owen Swan who created such wonderful and real illustrations, that I could only imagine. 

Next to living with my husband and giving birth to my daughter (23 ½ hours) writing this book is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

For a story, which from the beginning seemingly told itself, its format as

a picture book was like writing a doorstopper and then choosing one word

from each of the 3,000 pages and cobbling those one-words together.

And they had to be exactly the right words. 

From the moment I heard about Tertius, then discovered his connection with Arthur Cooper, I couldn’t let either of them go. I knew their story was a wonderful, exciting, marvellous adventure, but more than that, it is a love story.  A tale of caring and dedication, of making allowances and sacrifices and risking everything for something you love. 

To be honest, I hadn’t planned to write about a man and a gibbon at all.

To follow Queenie: One Elephant’s Story, I wanted to write a story about all the colourful animals who have resided at the Melbourne Zoo – a snippet of the ones with character. But before I got anywhere with that, I heard about Tertius, a gibbon who had once lived at the Melbourne Zoo. 

But Tertius was different, he sipped orange juice with a straw, enjoyed a real cup of tea morning and night and slept in the zoo director’s house in a basket. From newspaper articles and zoo records, I learned he’d had another life before the zoo, so I started working backwards. 

I found articles which suggested he’d come from the port of Fremantle. I happened to be at a writer’s festival in Fremantle at just the right time, so I checked through Customs and police records for 1942, with Karen Tayleur beside me, and we drew a blank. 

Tertius was an unuusal name, particularly for a gibbon, so I wondered where that came from. I Googled and one day found a short reference to a gibbon called Tertius in books written by an American author & journalist, an adventurous soul who I think was born way before her time, called Emily Hahn. 

I read all of the books by Emily Hahn I could get my hands on and from them were References in other books, to a man called Arthur Cooper who traveled with a gibbon. 

Eventually I found Emily Hahn’s daughter who pointed me to the Lilly Library in US which housed her mother’s collection of writings and among it I found a letter which Arthur Cooper had written to her in 1973 – with the most precious photos of Arthur Cooper and Tertius. That was like finding gold. 

Research for this story was truly like hunting for pieces of a jig saw. A very large jig-saw. 

I also found references to Arthur Cooper and Tertius in books about World War II and I spoke to an elderly man, then a retired Vice Principal of Scotch College, who had once worked with Arthur Cooper in signals intelligence in Melbourne. 

Arthur Cooper was an eccentric, brilliant, linguist who also wrote poetry and worked for the foreign office in signals intelligence and in 1973 he translated Li Po and Tu Fur Poems in Penguin Classics. 

(A book of Arthur’s Arthur’s book The Other Greek is now to be published by a Dutch academic press.  And ARVC’s papers are being collected by Cambridge University.  (from Michael Alexander September 2016.))

His friend, Michael Alexander, who contacted me after I’d placed an ad in the Australian Nurses Journal in 2010, described him as ‘an exceptionally gifted linguist and thinker about language, of an old-fashioned sort; a member of the Anglo-Irish gentry, though resident in England; an eccentric, if eccentrics disobey some social conventions (though he was scrupulously courteous) and are somewhat impractical. ‘ 

In a time and a place when it was quite acceptable to carry an exotic animal into bars, to drive about in cars and visit famous restaurants, Arthur Cooper saved a little Gibbon and showed him a different existence.   

Arthur Cooper cared for him and loved him. 

 Dedication: This book is dedicated to a small gibbon and a man called Arthur Cooper who risked all to save his friend ~ you see, once there was a gibbon called Tertius.

‘One question kept echoing in my mind – if I had to leave, what would I do with Tertius?

 Some days he came to work with me, sitting up like a little emperor in the old Rolls Royce I’d borrowed from a friend who’d returned to London when war was knocking on our doorstep.’ 

 Thank you.

 Corinne

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