Ruby M. Ayres (1881–1955)
Author of The Second Honeymoon
About the Author
Image credit: Ruby M. Ayres, a picture postcard autographed by the author
Series
Works by Ruby M. Ayres
Come to My Wedding 5 copies
The road that bends 3 copies
In the day's march 3 copies
Broken 3 copies
Compromise 2 copies
The littl'st lover 2 copies
The Classic Works of Ruby M. Ayres 2 copies
Charity's chosen 2 copies
Man made the town 2 copies
The man without a heart 2 copies
The big fellah 2 copies
...Big Ben 1 copy
...The little sinner 1 copy
Lovers 1 copy
Young is my love 1 copy
För kärleks skull 1 copy
Comincio da una vacanza... 1 copy
MAN FRIDAY. 1 copy
Candlelight 1 copy
Happy Endings 1 copy
L'Attente passionnée 1 copy
L'albero in fiore 1 copy
Week-end woman 1 copy
Spoilt music 1 copy
The Matherson marriage 1 copy
The man the women loved 1 copy
Overheard 1 copy
So many miles 1 copy
Candle light 1 copy
Always to-morrow 1 copy
From this day forward 1 copy
The romance of a rogue 1 copy
The uphill road 1 copy
The moon in the water 1 copy
Between you and me 1 copy
Than this world dreams of 1 copy
Feather 1 copy
The winds of the world 1 copy
Too much together 1 copy
Somebody else 1 copy
The scar 1 copy
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- Legal name
- Pocock, Ruby Mildred Ayres
- Other names
- Ayres, Ruby M.
- Birthdate
- 1881-01-28
- Date of death
- 1955-11-14
- Gender
- female
- Short biography
- Ruby Mildred Ayres was born on 28 January 1881 in Watford, Hertfordshire, the third daughter of the marriege formed by Alice (née Whitford) and Charles Pryor Ayres, a London-based architect. In 1909 she married Reginald William Pocock, a insurance broker, and they lived in Harrow until his death in a train accident. As widow without childrens, she moved to her sister's home at Weybridge, Surrey.
She started to write as a girl, and her first story was published in a magazine shortly after her marriage, and in 1912 she published her first novel, Castles in Spain. In September 1915, with her first popular success, Richard Chatterton, V.C. (which sold over 50,000 copies in the first three years), she moved publishing houses to Hodder and Stoughton, where she remained until her death in 1955. She wrote over 150 novels and serialised works. Several of her works became films and she did screenwriting for Society for Sale among others. She corresponded with Douglas Sladen, and also was was possibly an inspiration for the P. G. Wodehouse character Rosie M. Banks. She died on 14 November 1955 in a nursing home in Weybridge, aged 74, of a combination of pneumonia and a cerebral thrombosis. She was cremated four days later at Golders Green in north London. - Nationality
- UK
- Birthplace
- Watford, Hertfordshire, England, UK
- Places of residence
- Harrow, London, England, UK
- Place of death
- Weybridge, Surrey, England, UK
- Associated Place (for map)
- England, UK
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Reviews
I suppose this 1931 novel by Ruby M. Ayres would be classified as a "romance", but frankly it's a long time since I read anything that struck me as so thoroughly anti-romantic. Priscilla Marsh is the only daughter of a blue-blooded family come to the brink of poverty and ruin (mostly because of the father's gambling habits, yet apparently we're supposed to be grieved and sympathetic, not critical); Jonathan Corbie is the only son of a self-made millionaire, whose family is utterly and show more rigidly "cut" by all their snobbish neighbours. So although Jonathan has long worshipped Priscilla from afar, they have never met until he stops her runaway horse. Priscilla is grateful, and friendly in response; but she hardly expects the proposal of marriage that comes at their second meeting. Priscilla knows that is only a matter of time before the Marshes will be forced to sell their family estate; moreover, her wastrel brother, Hugh, has just revealed that he is in danger of a prison sentence due to an act of forgery. Warning Jonathan outright that if she does marry him, it will only be for his money, she accepts his proposal... Wow. I've read horror stories, serial-killer stories, with less hateful characters than those that populated this "love story". There are only two sympathetic people in this book: one is Jonathan's mother, an annoyance to her husband and an embarrassment to her son, who - because she's working-class and uneducated - is basically just here to be mocked and sneered at; the other is the poor man who loves Priscilla, and who---well, let's just say that narrative isn't very nice to him, either. As for our young lovers, she's a whiny, entitled attention-whore; he, when provoked, reveals a personality that toggles between alpha-male-obnoxious and stalker-creepy. When he's nice to her, she feels nothing but contempt; when he gives her a dose of "treat 'em mean", she gets interested. After their engagement ends in an ugly bust-up, Priscilla is forced to get a job - GASP!!SHOCK!!HORROR!!TRAGEDY!! - and naturally lands one where the perks include free holidays in Switzerland, besides never having to do any actual work, because, you know, God forbid. Of course the first person she runs into at the ski-lodge where she is luxuriating at her employers' expense is Jonathan. The "romance" that subsequently unfolds is more like a slow-motion car crash than two people falling in love. Apparently Ms Ayres thought she was delivering a happy ending; me, I just felt like I needed a hot shower.
Priscilla covered her ears with her hands. "Oh, stop, please stop...don't laugh like that. I've said I'm sorry...I am sorry---I'd do anything to wipe out what's happened, but I can't marry you. I can't..."
And suddenly she was weeping, for herself, for him, and for the tragedy she herself had made.
But now her tears did not touch him; perhaps there was nothing in the world just then that could have melted the hardness around his heart; he was only conscious of a fierce longing to hurt her, to make her suffer as he himself was suffering.
His hands were clenched by his sides so that the knuckles stood out white, and when he spoke there was something brutal in his voice that made her shrink back almost as if she was afraid he would strike her... show less
Priscilla covered her ears with her hands. "Oh, stop, please stop...don't laugh like that. I've said I'm sorry...I am sorry---I'd do anything to wipe out what's happened, but I can't marry you. I can't..."
And suddenly she was weeping, for herself, for him, and for the tragedy she herself had made.
But now her tears did not touch him; perhaps there was nothing in the world just then that could have melted the hardness around his heart; he was only conscious of a fierce longing to hurt her, to make her suffer as he himself was suffering.
His hands were clenched by his sides so that the knuckles stood out white, and when he spoke there was something brutal in his voice that made her shrink back almost as if she was afraid he would strike her... show less
A highly enjoyable bit of Brit chick lit from the 20s. Romance, intrigue, misunderstandings and pride and one character was even called "A cad" by another. I did wonder why Micky thought writing the letters would help anything but it did play out in a Cyrano kind of way eventually. The ending did drag a touch but overall a nice little find on Gutenberg. Worth reading more by Ayres for a light and fun dash.
More in the vein of The Beggar Man but possibly a bit more overwrought. I was fairly impressed with the steely determination that Christine developed, after being rather a wimp, but it seemed very misplaced. Neither main character was particularly admirable and I felt a little sorry for poor Stransger but at lest he didn't get knocked on the head and die, like Peg.
Shorter and not quite as good. The story was more melodramatic and I found the twists a bit hard to take. The two main characters in particular were not very finely drawn so it was hard to get as interested in their convoluted drama. Enjoyable but odd.
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