Rosamund Lupton, Three Hours

Rosamund Lupton, Three Hours (Viking, 2020)

I recently watched the 2019 Patrick Vollrath film 7500, set almost entirely in the cockpit of a passenger plane attacked by terrorists. It’s a daring premise, and just about works as a nail-biting thriller. Rosamund Lupton’s new novel Three Hours is similarly constrained in terms of setting; hers is more expansive, but still has claustrophobic units within it – classrooms and a school theatre set within a huge woodland campus of a progressive school in rural Somerset. Her plot also deals with an imperilled group of adults in a position of care and responsibility for a vulnerable group, in this case the large body of pupils in the school, with ages ranging from five to eighteen, under attack from armed terrorists.

I heard about it on the BBC Radio 4 book programme A Good Read, and bought it for Mrs TD. She loved it, and recommended it to me.

Lupton Three Hours cover Penguin

Our copy of Three Hours has been passed on to another family member before I could photograph it, so this image is from the Penguin website

The central plot is taut and well handled: during the three hours of the attack, will the police forensic psychologist and her team of officers and counter-terrorism experts figure out who the masked gunmen are, and hence what their motives might be, so that a strategy for negotiation or extraction can be devised? There are several heart-stopping twists along the way, that make it impossible to say more without spoilers.

Mixed in are several entwined narratives involving individual groups of pupils and staff, each endangered and vulnerable in their own ways. Gradually a smaller group of key individuals emerges into focus, each one with their own neatly-drawn backstory, all of which contribute to the driving central narrative. It’s a nail-biting ride.

Most engaging and moving is the developing story of two young Syrian refugees, brothers Rafi and Basi, aged sixteen and six respectively. In flashbacks we learn the terrible experiences and ordeals they endured as they made their escape from their war-ravaged homeland. Rafi as a consequence suffers from PTSD, making his response to this new life-threatening menace even more raw and heartbreaking. Rafi’s selfless love for and commitment to protecting his traumatised little brother are movingly portrayed.

The overwhelming message that the novel leaves is that love is more powerful than hate, and the bonds that tie us – family, lovers, schoolmates, work colleagues – are the most important thing in human experience. Not the most original theme, perhaps, but it’s not too cheesily realised.

I could have done with a bit less of the rather laboured parallels with Macbeth.

I wasn’t surprised to learn that Rosamund Lupton has been a scriptwriter – it’s easy to imagine this novel becoming a successful film or tv series.


Asides: cockpits and cabins

In her entertainingly eclectic blog ‘Finding Time to Write’,Marina Sofia recently wrote a salutary post about blogging: she eschews the advice of ‘social media experts’ and ‘cookie-cutter’ advice from ‘experts’, and advocates her own approach, which is pretty much to write what she damn well likes, when she likes. I like this philosophy, and abide by it myself.

Jerry the dog in his Languedoc garden

Jerry the dog in his Languedoc garden, urging me to throw his frisbee


My regular reader will know that I’ve posted almost every day recently, since returning from my Euro travels (no pictures of elegantly crested parrots this summer, sadly, but I did meet a lovely dog called Jerry). This reflects the fact that I’m currently on leave from the paid job, and have more time to write for the blog.


Like most of those who commented on Marina’s piece, I know I risk alienating my readers by overwhelming them with material. I hope I don’t; readers are sensible people, and will skip items that don’t appeal. I just enjoy writing them, and hope you enjoy reading them.

So here I go. Yesterday I posted about some rather arcane ecclesiastical-liturgical words. Now for something more mundane…

A couple of words entered my mind on the flight home from Brussels. The First Officer, when giving his usual welcome announcement before take-off, referred to the cockpit of the plane. The flight attendant, during the flight, made an announcement about walking through the plane’s cabin. These words intrigued me.

Cockpit: why name that part of the plane after an arena for fighting game birds? I decided to explore…

OED online: (I’ve omitted much of the detail, and given a few of the more interesting [to me] historical references.)

1. A pit or enclosed area in which game-cocks are set to fight for sport; a place constructed for cock-fighting.

1587   T. Churchyard Worthines of Wales sig. N3v,   The Mountaynes stands..In roundnesse such, as it a Cockpit were.

b. Applied to a theatre; and to the pit of a theatre. Obs.

a1616   Shakespeare Henry V (1623) Prol. 11:

Can this Cock-Pit hold The vastie fields of France? Or may we cramme Within this Woodden O, the very Caskes That did affright the Ayre at Agincourt?

a1635   L. Digges in Shaks. Suppl. I. 71   Let but Beatrice And Benedict be seen; lo! in a trice, The cockpit, galleries, boxes, all are full.



Naut. The after part of the orlop deck of a man-of-war; forming ordinarily the quarters for the junior officers, and in action devoted to the reception and care of the wounded.


1706   Phillips’s New World of Words (ed. 6)    Cockpit, in a man of war, is a Place on the lower Floor, or Deck.

1769   W. Falconer Universal Dict. Marine   Cock-pit of a ship of war, the apartments of the surgeon and his mates, being the place where the wounded men are dressed.

1813   R. Southey Life Nelson II. 258   The cockpit was crowded with wounded and dying men; over whose bodies he was with some difficulty conveyed.

1834   F. Marryat Peter Simple I. x. 124   Send him down to the surgeon in the cockpit.


Now here’s the bit I was looking for:


  1. Aeronaut. In the fuselage of any kind of aircraft, or in the capsule of a space vehicle: the space occupied by a pilot, observer, astronaut, or (formerly) a passenger.

I suppose it’s obvious, then, that it’s used as a sort of spatial metaphor, signifying the rather cramped conditions and enclosed nature of the space where the pilot(s) sit…This would explain the next entry, for similar reasons:

Motor Racing. The space in a racing car occupied by the driver.

Next I turned to:

Online etymological dictionary

1580s, “a pit for fighting cocks,” from cock (n.1) + pit (n.1). Used in nautical sense (1706) for midshipmen’s compartment below decks; transferred to airplanes (1914) and to cars (1930s).


nacelle, n

late 15c., “small boat,” from Old French nacele “little boat, bark, skiff” (12c., Modern French nacelle), from Vulgar Latin *naucella, from Late Latin navicella “a little ship,” diminutive of navis “ship” (see naval). Meaning “gondola of an airship” is from 1901; extended to “cockpit of an aircraft” by 1914; later transferred to other similar housings and structures.

[I like that use of ‘gondola’ for the basket part of an airship. Poetic.]

Now for:


cabin, n. [OED online again]

 Etymology: Middle English cabane , < French cabane (= Provençal cabana , [etc.])< late Latin capanna


  1. A permanent habitation of rough or rudimentary construction; a poor dwelling.

Applied esp. to the mud or turf-built dwellings of slaves or impoverished peasantry, as distinguished from the more comfortable ‘cottage’ of working men, or from the ‘hut’ of traditional African homesteads, or the temporary ‘hut’ of travellers, explorers, etc.

c1440   Promptorium Parvulorum 57   Caban, lytylle howse, pretoriolum, capana.

3. A cell: e.g. of an anchorite or hermit, in a convent or prison; a cell of a honeycomb.

1362   Langland Piers Plowman A. xii. 35   Clergy in to a caban crepte.


  1. [Here we go: the aircraft usage]

 A room or compartment in a vessel for sleeping or eating in. An apartment or small room in a ship for officers or passengers. Also in an aircraft or spacecraft.

1382   Bible (Wycliffite, E.V.) Ezek. xxvii. 6   Thi seetis of rowers..and thi litil cabans.

Ok, so it’s another spatial metaphor: the plane’s ‘cabin’ is of necessity confined, cribbed…of course! That’s why these words were niggling in my mind. I was thinking of Macbeth, and the line that’s become a cliché: back to OED online:

cabin, v.

 3. To shut up or confine within narrow and hampering bounds. (Mostly after Shakespeare [see, I was right].)

a1616   Shakespeare Macbeth (1623) iii. iv. 23   Now I am cabin’d, crib’d, confin’d, bound in.

1818   Byron Childe Harold: Canto IV cxxvi. 66   The faculty divine Is chain’d and tortured—cabin’d, cribb’d, confined.

1846   E. Bulwer-Lytton Lucretia III. ii. xviii. 116   [One who] had the authority to cabin his mind in the walls of form.

1871   E. A. Freeman Hist. Norman Conquest (1876) IV. xvii. 58   The newer foundation was cabined, cribbed, and confined  in a very narrow space between the Cathedral Church and the buildings of the City. [There’s the evidence of the cliché: it’s almost impossible to use ‘cabin’ as a verb without adding the other two synonyms used by Shakespeare]

So there we are: the two words are a consequence of our language’s fondness for metaphorical neologisms and coinages – especially when Shakespeare can be tapped into.

Let’s finish with another picture of my much-missed canine friend, Jerry: