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Sunday, 1 July 2012

I'd love to hear from you


I'd love to hear from you.  Really, I would.
Although my current website hasn't been up for 2 years, it's time to replace it.
Unfortunate, that, because it took me the best part of a year to design the thing, learn to use Flash and build it.
However, it seems more and more people are accessing websites via their mobiles, and quite a few mobiles don't support Flash, so not only are all those buttons with barking dogs, disappearing birds and the like redundant, but many people can't even get to the first page.  Hurumph!
It's time to redesign another, then.  But I'd appreciate your feedback.
Perhaps you'd let me know what works for you.  Or what doesn't work for you.  What elements should be included and what left out?  It's an Author website, so what do you expect to find that isn't there at the moment?
Drop me a line via my website email (above), or post a comment below.
Please do.
I'd love to hear from you.

Thursday, 28 June 2012

Molière comes to Warrnambool

 
Bell Shakespeare began their tour of Molière's The School for Wives at Warrnambool's Lighthouse Theatre last night, and it was brilliant.

Translated from the French by Justin Fleming, I initially thought I'd tire of rhyming dialogue if it extended beyond the first scene, but the script was excellent and the actors' delivery so well-timed that it proved to be an essential comedic element throughout.

Originally written in 1662, this adaptation was set in the 1920s.  It tells the story of Arnolde, a wealthy middle-aged man who, years previously, bought a four-year-old girl, with the intention of having her raised in a convent to become his grateful, adoring, guileless wife.  Unfortunately - or fortunately - as the prospect of their marriage draws closer, he unwittingly assists a young rival (Horace) to compete for the affections of Agnes, who is far less stupid than Arnolde would prefer.

John Adam (Arnolde) barely left the stage for 2½ hours and gave an outstanding performance - he must have been exhausted by the end of it - but was supported by a superb cast*.  The stage design (Marg Horwell) was imaginative, ingenious and entertaining in its own right, and the direction by Lee Lewis was faultless.  I loved the visual jokes, the use of music, and particularly the bawdy humour.

One of the most memorable lines came from Georgette, Arnolde's maid, who outdoes herself in proving to her master her ability to insult:
"May your ears turn to arseholes and shit on your shoulders."
I'll keep that for a suitable occasion.

A standing ovation to Molière, Justin Fleming, Lee Lewis and the cast of The School for Wives.

* Agnes - Harriet Dyer; Horace - Meyne Wyatt; Alan - Andrew Johnston; Georgette - Alexandra Aldrich; Chris - Damien Richardson; Henri/Notary - Jonathan Elsom; Laurence/Musician - Mark Jones.


Jean-Baptiste Poquelin a.k.a. Molière - portrait by Pierre Mignard

Thursday, 21 June 2012

Winter Solstice

Walking the beach in the early-morning half-light of winter; the shortest day of the year.  After a night of light rain, the air is moist, but the sea is calm and the sand has been licked smooth by a receding tide.  From a house beyond the dunes, drifts a breakfast of wood-smoke.



Saturday, 16 June 2012

Funny things, titles


Number Three is almost wrapped up.  The end is in sight!
There's two scenes to finish and a couple of edits to work through, but then it'll be done.
Was hoping to have got there last November, but I'll settle for this July instead.
Although its working title was The Palace at 4am, after Alberto Giacometti's sculpture, I knew I had to ditch this a while ago, when the members of a Book Group assumed it must be about the royal family, which it most certainly ain't.  I was a bit disappointed because that title had been kicking around in my head for a long, long while, and the sculpture encapsulates, for me, the abstract, other-worldliness of the time of night when nothing seems quite real anymore and when, sometimes, we do strange things... which is a bit more pertinent to what it's about.
Never mind.
I just couldn't find a suitable alternative for a few months and didn't much like working without a title during that period, because it helps shape the focus of a story for me.  But then a new title arrived, slowly, in two halves, and I found the focus again. 

Funny things, titles. They create all sorts of expectations.  Which is why I remain a little coy about them until they're actually printed on a dust jacket.

Went to see The Avengers at the cinema a few weeks back.  Everyone was raving about it and, being a fan of the 1960s TV series, I couldn't wait to see how it had been remade.  Thought I'd be in for a trip down Memory Lane.  Was a bit surprised, then, when the opening scenes introduced a batch of Marvel Comic characters - the Incredible Hulk, Fury, Iron Man, Captain America, et al -  and no sign of John Steed and Emma Peel.  Different avengers!  Oh well, it was still a fun movie.





Friday, 8 June 2012

Port Fairy Winter Weekend, Exhibitions and a Secret Forest

This weekend sees the the beginning of Port Fairy's annual winter weekend celebrations.  It's pretty damned cool and wintry-looking out, and good to have as many excuses as possible to dive indoors, look at paintings, listen to music, drink a glass or two of wine... well, here's the program.



The Biblio-Art Exhibition at Blarney Books & Art will be launched and judged by painter-sculptor-printmaker David Frazer.  (Painting provides an occasional diversion from writing for me and Up, Into the Singing Mountain is my contribution to this exhibition.)



Karen Richards, who took away the Biblio-Art honours last year, recently made this short Secret Forest movie using some of her machine-embroidered lace creations.  Pleasantly spooky.



Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Blogs worth bookmarking

On my way here, I noticed that page views for this blog are about to hit 20,000 - well, sometime in the next couple of weeks.  Can't be bad.  So, by way of spreading a little of the love - or is that 'lurve'? - thought I'd recommend a couple of blogs I haven't recommended before, but wherein I guarantee you'll discover some pretty damned fine writing.  

I've been a regular visitor to one since the beginning of the year, when a young friend confessed she was blogging.  Since then, her blog has accompanied her travels around Europe, while many of us have tagged along with her words.  It's witty, astute, well-crafted writing, and can be found at: http://palindromeiam.wordpress.com/


I was pointed in the direction of the other site only yesterday (thanks, Rhianna), but liked it so much that I hung about to read every short story, vignette, article and snippet that Howard McKenzie-Murray had posted there.  I particularly enjoyed the Foreign Correspondent pieces, but even the By-line and Biography are deftly written and worth lingering over.  You'll find yourself over In My Little Country of Long Summers very smartly if you click here.


Have fun.

Monday, 28 May 2012

Out And About

I was delighted to hear recently that Mike French, senior editor of The View From Here and author of the tremendous The Ascent of Isaac Steward, has a second novel in the offing.  Blue Friday will be published by British independent Elsewhen Press as an ebook in September and in paperback at the end of the year.  Good stuff.

Other good stuff: Patrick O'Duffy, who I've also mentioned on this site before, has released his novella The Obituarist, which can be purchased from Amazon's Kindle store and Smashwords for $2.99 a pop.  Not bad, eh.

What's more, Alan Baxter (who I've also also mentioned...) also has a novella just out.  The Darkest Shade of Grey has been serialised at The Red Penny Papers (for FREE!) and can be bought as an ebook from Amazon's Kindle store and Smashwords for $1.99.

Phew!  So much good stuff, so many links.  Double-phew!!

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Recent reads: 'Cult Fiction' and 'Religion for Atheists'

It's a couple of weeks since I finished reading them, but here's a couple of books I'd recommend:

Cult Fiction by Ardie Collins (Knightstone Publishing).
Ardie Collins has created one of the most self-conscious narrators of all time, who happily reminds the reader on almost every page that he's narrating the story of Stephen Moore, who, as a result of his house burning down, inadvertently creates a new religious cult.  However, rather than being intrusive, this intrusion adds to the story, and creates a humour which, at times - coupled with events - put me in mind of Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.  It's a story about an ordinary bloke who becomes a messiah - sort of - about life in the burbs, about relationships, manipulation, religion, the nature of existence... and it's a story about a story.  Entertaining and a good read.  Nice job.

"Welcome to Chapter 2.  I think you will find it most accommodating, which, ironically, is the opposite state of the chapter's main topic of discussion, Stephen's home ... 
Just to remind you, we left Stephen looking at the stars with a dog in his arms.  His expression was not quite one of despair but it was definitely getting there.  To break up all this near-despair, he took a moment to thank God very much indeed for his survival.  He was struggling slightly with why this had happened to him and why he wasn't able to still be asleep in bed. He longed for the very recent past.  There were moments when the bizarre nature of the situation assured him that this must be a dream but the mere fact that he was able to think that assured him that it almost certainly wasn't.
His head was bulging with questions.  Metaphorically speaking, of course.  His head was not physically bulging with questions.  If it were then my advice to him would be to stop asking questions because they're making his head bulge.  But now was not the time for head-bulging, it was time to do something about the current situation.  He ran next door for some good, old-fashioned Christian charity."                                     (Cult Fiction by Ardie Collins)


Coincidentally, I followed this with Religion for Atheists by Alain De Botton (Hamish Hamilton). His Consolations of Philosophy made a big impression on me several years ago, mainly because, unlike too many academics who feel the need to puff up their ideas (and sense of self-importance, perhaps) by making their writing as convoluted as possible, Alain De Botton recognises the value of making his ideas clear, articulate, accessible. He's a tremendous communicator and, to my mind, an intelligent and sensible thinker.  I wasn't disappointed at all with Religion for Atheists, and found myself recommending it to friends and family so heartily that my copy was snaffled up pretty damn quickly. (I want it back though, so everyone else will have to buy their own copy... and so they should because writers need their meagre royalties.) Undoubtedly, I enjoyed it largely because I agreed with much of what he said, and because his examples and contextualisation resonated with me.  However, I also liked it because I could recognise, as I was reading it, that it was clarifying other ideas for me, which may in turn percolate into my own writing, and this is always a pleasant sensation.


Sunday, 13 May 2012

A couple of jokes

I've always liked Knock-knock jokes, Doctor, Doctor jokes, Mummy, Mummy jokes - basic humour - and absurd humour too.  They're the shortest of stories.
Absurd jokes like:
Q: Why did the plane crash?
A: Because the pilot was a loaf of bread.
Was told one the other day that blended two together, and it cacked me up. Ho-hum, so easily amused.
X: Why did Sally fall off the swing?
Y: Because she had no arms.
X: Knock-knock.
Y: Who's there?
X: Not Sally.

Oh, and while I'm at it, you should have a look at www.conjunctivitis.com - it's a site for sore eyes.

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Go the Fuck to Sleep

I haven't bought a children's picture book in a while.  Pity that, because I've always liked the things, and continued to buy them for a while after my own kids had grown up.  However, I suspect I'm about to buy again.

Apparently, while I was camping on the moon, planet Earth was raving about Adam Mansbach's children's book Go the Fuck to Sleep.  I've only just caught on to the fact, but will try and make up for it now by spreading the word to anyone who happened to be on Jupiter or Pluto at the same time.

I cacked myself laughing when I watched these two videos, not least because I could relate all too well to the sentiment: one of my kids refused to sleep... not only through childhood, but through most of adolescence too, bless her cotton socks.

The first clip has Noni Hazlehurst, ex-Playschool, reading the book, and the second clip has Samuel L. Jackson singing it.  Great stuff.  Well done, Mr Mansbach.  (Buy it here.)