Richmal Crompton (1890-1969) writer of books, mainly for children, and inventor of William Brown, the anarchic hero of the phenomenally successful ‘Just William’ stories.
Over 50 years Richmal published 39 collections of stories, which sold over 12 million copies in the United Kingdom and were translated into nine languages. They have been adapted for films, stage-plays, and BBC radio and television series. In 2010 fellow alumnus Simon Nye adapted the stories for a new television version.
She came on a Founder’s Scholarship from Bury, Lancashire to read Classics at RHUL 100 years ago in 1911. She was a committed suffragette. There have been more than ten million William books sold, and many films, TV and radio series. William himself was not very good at Latin (see below), but had respect for people who were! Richmal saw her real work as writing adult fiction and she wrote 41 novels for adults and published nine collections of short stories. Their focus was generally Edwardian middle-class family and social life, dwelling on the constraints that they place on individuals while also nurturing them. This is best seen in her depiction of children as puzzled onlookers of society's ways. Nevertheless, the children, particularly William and his friends, almost always emerge triumphant.
Just William (1922)
Look at this hole!”
“Oh, that!” said William, looking at it.
“I don’t know why you go through your stockings like this.”
“P’raps it’s Latin,” said William, after a moment’s thought. Mrs. Brown considered this explanation in silence.
“How do you mean, Latin?” she said at last.
“Well,” explained William, “you see all this Latin I’ve got to learn mus’ make my brain jolly heavy, an’-well, you carry your brain on your feet, don’t you, same as the rest of your body, an’, if I stopped learnin’ Latin, my brain wouldn’t be as heavy as what it is now, an’-well, I shouldn’t go through my stockings so much. Can I stop learnin’ Latin?”
“No, dear,” said Mrs. Brown, “and don’t talk such nonsense.”
William sighed. He hadn’t really hoped for anything else. Between himself and the Latin master lay a long and bitter enmity. He had tried various ruses to induce his father and mother to let him stop learning Latin but none of them had worked. There was another silence. William, having polished off a fairly satisfying tea, was now turning his thoughts
to the chief business of the day, and that was to obtain the two shillings for his entrance fee into the tramp profession. He decided to try direct methods first.
“Will you give me two shillings, please, Mother?” he said.
