Archive for June, 2010

Katie


2010
06.29

Chair, wallpaper and floorboards

On Thursday I’m off to London to my daughter Katie’s convocation at the Royal Albert Hall – her graduation from a two year M.A. at the Royal College of Art. I am so proud and I have a hat to prove it!

I’m looking forward to seeing Katie’s final collection of wallpapers, chairs, printed floorboards and chests – I remain totally impressed by her originality and her immense hard work. She is my hero.

For more images and a review of Katie’s work go to Phillipa Wagner’s blog

Suspended chair

When The Waiting Stops and the Writing Begins/ Fire and Ice


2010
06.26

While I wait to discover the fate of my first crime novel (some very encouraging developments so far but nothing concrete yet ) I’ve found it difficult to write. The waiting game is not easy but there is only one way to play it and that is to start work on the next novel. So far I’ve had a number of false starts and I’ve held off because it seemed presumptuous to begin a second novel with the same character- Private Investigator Danny Beck – at the center when the first has yet to be accepted. But the thing is I believe in him, and if I don’t believe in myself and my characters then who will?

There is much more to say about Danny Beck and a new story to explore, but most important of all it’s what I want to write, what I feel excited about and inspired by and its no good embarking on the long haul if you don’t feel fired-up. Which brings me to fire and ice and to volcanoes.

I have decided to open the novel (working title Fire and Ice) against the backdrop of the volcanic eruption beneath the glacier in Iceland, at the point at which it brings european air space to a standstill. This decision has sparked off a whole train of ideas and I have since been playing with the properties of fire and ice, both physical and metaphorical.

I like to have abstract themes underneath of what I write, for me this is one of the more playful aspects of writing. Today I have been thinking about which of my characters are fire: hot-headed, quick, angry and which ice: emotionally detached, slippery, lethal which of course applies to both elements. But more importantly I have been writing and sketching out the first ten chapters- and all of this is where the joy and pleasure of writing reside – and not in the waiting.

Writing Tip - What will it be about? I have learned that it’s a very useful exercise to write down in a matter of sentences and certainly no more than a paragraph what your novel is about – you can do this at any stage of the writing, it is always useful. It is not as easy as it sounds. It is not about telling the story but about capturing the essence, its heart, more like the blurb you read on the back of published novels. For instance I might begin – Fire and Ice is about one man’s quest for justice…

You need to be able to do this because if you don’t know what the  novel is about how can you expect your reader to know.

Discovering John Harvey


2010
06.22

I have a confession to make – this year, on the recommendation of a friend, I discovered John Harvey – a little late I hear you say – or maybe not? Maybe like me you’ve come more recently to crime fiction and have yet to read him in which case you are in for a treat. While I was in France I read Lonely Hearts, the first in the Charlie Resnick series and I fell in love with the man, and of course with his three cats: Dizzy, Miles and Pepper. Dizzy, by the way, is a hooligan who if he were human Resnick suspects  would ‘spend days meandering drunkenly around shopping centres,’ splashing  ‘through municipal fountains with a red and white scarf dangling from his belt.’

So what’s so good about John Harvey? In the first place there’s the writing itself: elegant and witty, Harvey paints a rich canvas, making us see everything. It’s a visual treat. Then there are the characters: beautifully drawn especially Charlie Resnick, a man who cares about victims, about those on the bottom of the heap and a man who cares about women. Charlie Resnick likes women! Place is here too and the whole is deliciously downbeat – definitely my kind of music!

John Harvey loves Jazz that’s his kind of music and he’s a poet too. His 1998 collection Bluer Than This which I’ve just started reading shows the influence of jazz and painting on his writing – Roland Kirk, Chet Baker, Edward Hopper, Pierre Bonnard. The poems are tender, about love and loss, straight from the heart – my kind of poems too!

One last thing – John Harvey blogs. YES! This  seems to me to make him instantly inclusive – inviting as it does comment and dialogue. He’s not too grand despite being the Master of British Crime – just can’t believe it’s taken me so long to find him.

Returning to Agde


2010
06.19

It is still there – the place and the people I spent two months living in and around last year. Of course it is. Agde has been there for two and half thousand years, one of the very oldest towns in France. So why would it not be waiting  just as before?

Going back was emotional for all kinds of reasons ( I shed a tear on arrival, on seeing Wendy) – it had been such a creative time, it had been time out, a watershed, a new found freedom, the beginning of  a new life – and so I guess I was fearful that it wouldn’t live up to its former promise. I need not have worried, Agde offered all of these propects still, and meeting up with friends Alan and Nira and acquaintances like the lovely lady in the Cafe Capitaine- Thaus – which means peacock in Algerian- only served to reinforce my sense of belonging.

Nothing had changed, except me and I was suddenly very aware how in returning we are inevitably looking from a different place.

This is a second draft of my poem from this year’s visit – I will continue to work on it once I’ve put it away and forgotten it

The Weather In The Streets

A cold wind blows unseasonal rain at my back.

Nothing has changed but the weather in the streets,

this thin clothed June  stripped of sun still whispers

in my ear, stirs the foreign tongue, amphorae

pulled from the the mouth of the sea, from the pea-green

Herault precious boody* washed smooth in memory’s drum

past the rub of sea bed silt that breaks piece by

piece the blue glass vase, while above

in this year’s rain geraniums grow tall, blood red

burning against the basalt of before. Nothing has changed

but the mirror I hold to memory’s face, its fragments and

the place I look back from, the pot of last year’s wine.

* Boody is small pieces of collected treasure – shells, glass etc

Fortunately for us Agde is west of Marseille – I was shocked and saddened to hear of the floods and  the loss of life further along the coast in Draguignan and the surrounding area, the news was just breaking as I made my way back to England

To France …


2010
06.08

The brocante market in Agde - every Wednesday

This time last year I was already 5 weeks into my French trip. Tomorrow I’m off to Agde again, just a flying visit – only a week – but a chance to catch up with friends, soak up the southern sun, walk beside L’Herault and the Canal du Midi, re-accquaint myself with the nightingales and the bee-eaters, haunt the markets for linen and lace, idle over cafe au lait and croissant, choose a new notebook in the papeterie, talk up a storm over the vin rouge … and more, much more – to get the real flavour of Agde take a look at my French archive…May and June 2009