Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Why I Shouldn't Put Things Off (Like Bees To Honey)
I don't know why I do this. Well, I do, and I know I'm wrong, which makes things that little bit worse. (I don't like being wrong.)
When I get a book I know I'll like, I put off reading it. I tell myself: 'Nik, you want to read this when you've chance to enjoy it. When there are no distractions.'
There are always distractions. And when I finally decide that enough's enough, and that I should just get on with reading the book I always love it and wish I'd have just got on with it earlier.
I did it with Caroline Smailes' 'In Search of Adam' (I talk about it here) and, more recently, her latest, the wonderful 'Like Bees To Honey'.
So. 'Like Bees To Honey' is the story of Nina. A young woman ostracised from her family in Malta because she fell pregnant by a non-Maltese man. The story charts her return to her home island to see her parents again, one last time. But the Malta she finds is somewhat different to the place where she grew up.
Mainly because there are ghosts there.
And Jesus (who's actually more like Johnny Depp than one might have imagined).
I can honestly say that this is one of the most affecting books I've read. It's beautifully written, deeply moving and very funny in places. It's the perfect story of understanding, of family, of home, of grief and of healing. And it will probably break your heart.
I've said many times on here that I'm rubbish at reviewing books so all I'll say is that Like Bees To Honey is a wonderful, wonderful book which I wouldn't hesitate to both recommend and give it a great big five star rating.
You know what to do. Just, you know, do it quicker than me.
When I get a book I know I'll like, I put off reading it. I tell myself: 'Nik, you want to read this when you've chance to enjoy it. When there are no distractions.'
There are always distractions. And when I finally decide that enough's enough, and that I should just get on with reading the book I always love it and wish I'd have just got on with it earlier.
I did it with Caroline Smailes' 'In Search of Adam' (I talk about it here) and, more recently, her latest, the wonderful 'Like Bees To Honey'.
So. 'Like Bees To Honey' is the story of Nina. A young woman ostracised from her family in Malta because she fell pregnant by a non-Maltese man. The story charts her return to her home island to see her parents again, one last time. But the Malta she finds is somewhat different to the place where she grew up.
Mainly because there are ghosts there.
And Jesus (who's actually more like Johnny Depp than one might have imagined).
I can honestly say that this is one of the most affecting books I've read. It's beautifully written, deeply moving and very funny in places. It's the perfect story of understanding, of family, of home, of grief and of healing. And it will probably break your heart.
I've said many times on here that I'm rubbish at reviewing books so all I'll say is that Like Bees To Honey is a wonderful, wonderful book which I wouldn't hesitate to both recommend and give it a great big five star rating.
You know what to do. Just, you know, do it quicker than me.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Bank Holiday Niceness
Another short post today I'm afraid (I have been writing).
Number one - I thought this post on The Internet and Writers was brilliant. Have a look. Enjoy. It's good.
Number two - as it's Bank Holiday and as I'm still in a reasonably good mood I've decided to do another special offer over at The Story Corrective. So - for this week (I'll stop it at close of business on Friday) I'm offering the full super-duper service (a full edit and a report on any short story) for £25 instead of the usual £40. Just quote Bank Holiday Lemur when you submit.
I enjoyed listening to Scott Pack talking about The Fire Station Book Swap (you can listen here).
And loved seeing Caroline Smailes being interviewed here.
And that, I think, is it. For now.
Number one - I thought this post on The Internet and Writers was brilliant. Have a look. Enjoy. It's good.
Number two - as it's Bank Holiday and as I'm still in a reasonably good mood I've decided to do another special offer over at The Story Corrective. So - for this week (I'll stop it at close of business on Friday) I'm offering the full super-duper service (a full edit and a report on any short story) for £25 instead of the usual £40. Just quote Bank Holiday Lemur when you submit.
I enjoyed listening to Scott Pack talking about The Fire Station Book Swap (you can listen here).
And loved seeing Caroline Smailes being interviewed here.
And that, I think, is it. For now.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Cool Things
Just a couple of things...
I've been listening to this a lot of late (thanks to Mr Pack). Isn't it beautiful?
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I rather like what Hesta Sandon's blogging about - cool idea, I reckon (and, of course, wish her luck).
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And I've been writing and still very much loving it.
That's all for now. More soon. I hope you're all enjoying your bank holiday weekend.
I've been listening to this a lot of late (thanks to Mr Pack). Isn't it beautiful?
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I rather like what Hesta Sandon's blogging about - cool idea, I reckon (and, of course, wish her luck).
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And I've been writing and still very much loving it.
That's all for now. More soon. I hope you're all enjoying your bank holiday weekend.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Why I'm in a Good Mood
Over the past few years I seem to have become quite the pessimist. I don't know why, but I have. It might have something to do with writing (expecting rejection), it might be because I've felt let down by some people, or it might just be a natural part of me growing older. Whatever the reason, I don't like it. I used to be quite the opposite.
And I might be changing back. Let me tell you about a couple of things that happened last night that made me remember that people are good.
I met an old friend for a beer. We don't see too much of each other really (I think this was the second time this year) because I'm busy and he's busy. But we went out, drank beer, talked and it was good. And I think that, as I've been feeling quite nostalgic of late, talking about old times was good too (it's nine years this weekend since he and his girlfriend first met - I remember it well - congratulations).
So, his taxi came and he left and I stayed, and I'd have been perfectly happy to stay and finish my drink on my own. But three ladies on the next table saw that I was alone and insisted I joined them. That, I thought, was a lovely gesture.
I walked home the Long Way, chips and gravy in hand, and re-traced the route of my old Sunday morning paper round. And I enjoyed it, it was a time to reflect and to feel content.
At the top of my road there's a bench. I like that bench. You can see Manchester's lights from it. And, last night, when I reached it I sat on it. My earphones were in, my phone by my side and I just sat and enjoyed the view and the peace. It was good.
I was approached by two men who looked agitated and for a moment I was a little worried. But really it was them who were worried because they thought I'd fallen asleep and had left my phone on show.
Those two things are not the sort of things that happen to me. But I'm glad they did. I'm glad there are good people in the world and I'm glad that I was reminded of that.
It was also nice to see so many people on Twitter who, when I mention I'm cross/annoyed by something get in touch to say cheer up. And just a word on that - I'll often Tweet whatever's in my head without really thinking about it, so please, don't read too much into it! I really am ok! Promise!
And here's what I was listening to on the bench. An old one. But still quite good.
And I might be changing back. Let me tell you about a couple of things that happened last night that made me remember that people are good.
I met an old friend for a beer. We don't see too much of each other really (I think this was the second time this year) because I'm busy and he's busy. But we went out, drank beer, talked and it was good. And I think that, as I've been feeling quite nostalgic of late, talking about old times was good too (it's nine years this weekend since he and his girlfriend first met - I remember it well - congratulations).
So, his taxi came and he left and I stayed, and I'd have been perfectly happy to stay and finish my drink on my own. But three ladies on the next table saw that I was alone and insisted I joined them. That, I thought, was a lovely gesture.
I walked home the Long Way, chips and gravy in hand, and re-traced the route of my old Sunday morning paper round. And I enjoyed it, it was a time to reflect and to feel content.
At the top of my road there's a bench. I like that bench. You can see Manchester's lights from it. And, last night, when I reached it I sat on it. My earphones were in, my phone by my side and I just sat and enjoyed the view and the peace. It was good.
I was approached by two men who looked agitated and for a moment I was a little worried. But really it was them who were worried because they thought I'd fallen asleep and had left my phone on show.
Those two things are not the sort of things that happen to me. But I'm glad they did. I'm glad there are good people in the world and I'm glad that I was reminded of that.
It was also nice to see so many people on Twitter who, when I mention I'm cross/annoyed by something get in touch to say cheer up. And just a word on that - I'll often Tweet whatever's in my head without really thinking about it, so please, don't read too much into it! I really am ok! Promise!
And here's what I was listening to on the bench. An old one. But still quite good.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Random, random, random
Well, I've just spent half an hour writing what turned out to be a really rubbish and barely coherant blog post. I've deleted it. So this is what you're getting. My thoughts on things.
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What else has been on my mind? Errrrm, writing! I've been writing again and thoroughly enjoying it and it's looking like what I've been working on is coming together okay. Which is good.
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What else? Libraries. Libraries, have been on my mind. For only the third time (I think) since 2006 I didn't take my writing group last week. People were away so it got cancelled.
So here's a clip featuring a library. I like it.
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Anything else? Actually yes. Isn't it funny how something pops into your mind and you end up going: 'Golly! I've not thought about that/them/him/her in years.'
Angel Delight is one of those things.
The girl who used to work at the Avis desk which was in the same building as where I worked when I worked for VW.
More would include:
The lad who used to work at the Avis desk. I remember he liked Dungeons and Dragons.
The girl more though (though he was a very nice chap).
An old ex-girlfriend's friend.
Tizer.
Lilt.
Wrigley's Juicy Fruit chewing gum (never liked it, but that didn't stop me thinking about it).
The man who owned the newsagent's near my school.
His wife.
The blind, black rabbit I saw when I was out walking once.
Bicycles that had plastic discs over the wheels which hid the spokes (and in the 80s made a boy feel really cool).
Falling off a bicycle that had plastic discs over its wheels.
Falling off another bike, which had handlebars which pointed outwards, and hurting my shoulder.
Norweb.
That meal I had in Pizza Express, in the winter, with someone I don't speak to any more. That was a lovely evening and a brilliant end to one of my fondest days.
A Christmas eve and a friend unintentionally setting off a fire extinguisher by putting his folded coat on it
His girlfriend's reaction.
Making compilations of my favourite songs on cassettes.
The car I learned to drive in.
So there you go. A few random thoughts I've had that weren't expected. That was a bit different, wasn't it?
Deadliest Catch is one of the very, very few things I watch on the telly. It's a fly on the wall show about crab fishermen on the Bering Sea (if you've not already seen it). I found out earlier that one of the ship's captains, Phil Harris, died in February and that made me sad. He was a good and interesting and honest man, from what I could see. Must admit it's a bit odd feeling sad about someone I didn't know, but it affected me. I think I'll always have an enormous amount of respect for good, honest people, team players and people who work hard (their jobs make mine look like a permanent holiday).
Here's some footage from a couple of years ago. Nothing to do with Captain Phil but affecting, I'd say.
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What else has been on my mind? Errrrm, writing! I've been writing again and thoroughly enjoying it and it's looking like what I've been working on is coming together okay. Which is good.
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What else? Libraries. Libraries, have been on my mind. For only the third time (I think) since 2006 I didn't take my writing group last week. People were away so it got cancelled.
So here's a clip featuring a library. I like it.
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Anything else? Actually yes. Isn't it funny how something pops into your mind and you end up going: 'Golly! I've not thought about that/them/him/her in years.'
Angel Delight is one of those things.
The girl who used to work at the Avis desk which was in the same building as where I worked when I worked for VW.
More would include:
The lad who used to work at the Avis desk. I remember he liked Dungeons and Dragons.
The girl more though (though he was a very nice chap).
An old ex-girlfriend's friend.
Tizer.
Lilt.
Wrigley's Juicy Fruit chewing gum (never liked it, but that didn't stop me thinking about it).
The man who owned the newsagent's near my school.
His wife.
The blind, black rabbit I saw when I was out walking once.
Bicycles that had plastic discs over the wheels which hid the spokes (and in the 80s made a boy feel really cool).
Falling off a bicycle that had plastic discs over its wheels.
Falling off another bike, which had handlebars which pointed outwards, and hurting my shoulder.
Norweb.
That meal I had in Pizza Express, in the winter, with someone I don't speak to any more. That was a lovely evening and a brilliant end to one of my fondest days.
A Christmas eve and a friend unintentionally setting off a fire extinguisher by putting his folded coat on it
His girlfriend's reaction.
Making compilations of my favourite songs on cassettes.
The car I learned to drive in.
So there you go. A few random thoughts I've had that weren't expected. That was a bit different, wasn't it?
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The Sound of Strawberries
A few months ago I made a video of my 'When You're Frightened, Honey, Think Of Strawberries' story, which appears in Not So Perfect (and originally appeared in Ink, Sweat and Tears).
Not being a film maker, and not knowing the first thing about making films, it didn't turn out to be quite as wonderful as I'd hoped.
It's been up on my Facebook page for a while now and I thought it might be interesting, and perhaps even fun, to share it here. So here it is.
Not being a film maker, and not knowing the first thing about making films, it didn't turn out to be quite as wonderful as I'd hoped.
It's been up on my Facebook page for a while now and I thought it might be interesting, and perhaps even fun, to share it here. So here it is.
Monday, August 23, 2010
How To Be Alone
This beautiful poem video seems to be doing the rounds, for obvious reasons: it's wonderful.
Friday, August 20, 2010
On Judge and on judging
First up, I'm thrilled to tell you that I'll be the fiction judge for Slingink's Scribbling Slam, starting September 20th. I'm looking forward to it very much.
I've also been interviewed by @Sleepycatt on her blog here - where she even gets me to do a bit of free writing.
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Number two. I noticed yesterday that the good chap (and Literary World Cup Organiser) Benjamin Judge has, with a couple of other writers, set up a new literary e-zine. It is Roy Keane's Lucky Scarf.
I popped over to it, liked what I saw and asked Benjamin if he fancied popping over here to talk about it. And, top bloke that he is, he said yes and was rather speedy in sending over something. So, I leave you in Benjamin's capable hands...
I've also been interviewed by @Sleepycatt on her blog here - where she even gets me to do a bit of free writing.
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Number two. I noticed yesterday that the good chap (and Literary World Cup Organiser) Benjamin Judge has, with a couple of other writers, set up a new literary e-zine. It is Roy Keane's Lucky Scarf.
I popped over to it, liked what I saw and asked Benjamin if he fancied popping over here to talk about it. And, top bloke that he is, he said yes and was rather speedy in sending over something. So, I leave you in Benjamin's capable hands...
Benjamin Says...
Nik, being a very nice man indeed, is allowing us to hijack his blog for one post so we can tell you about our new literary e-zine Roy Keane’s Lucky Scarf. Perhaps you might like to pop over and have a browse at our work. Nik likes it, and you like Nik, so you might like us too.
OK. Why did I set it up and what is it?
We wanted to set up a literary site but one that was a bit different. There are hundreds of sites that publish peoples stuff but the best ones are often the ones with a theme, that make the writer stick to a form or a word limit. We decided that we would make ourselves, and anyone who wants to contribute to the site, stick to a really strict set of topics: Roy Keane, luck, scarves, or a combination of the three. There is a method in this madness though. The restrictions force the writer to use their imagination, to ask themselves how they can come up with a new way of telling a story or approaching a poem. It is always good practice for writers to try to do something different and often it can be a lot of fun too.
So what is it? A slightly different approach to the literary e-zine. A site that is hopefully presents a challenge to writers and is also a place where readers can come along to find a few surprises and have a laugh or two.
And why did we set it up? Well, the simple answer is because we thought people might like it.'
Jemma Says...
As well as work by the four of us we want to put up poems, short stories and flash fiction by you lot too. There is a Submissions page on the site telling you what we are after but to put it in a nutshell we are looking for things about Roy Keane, luck and/or scarves.
Cristophe Says...
Roy Keane’s Lucky Scarf is a metaphor. A metaphor for life. Roy Keane is a fiction. He is what you make of him. What you make him. Do not let yourself be restricted by the rules of the site. No. Be liberated by them. Roy Keane is whatever you write him to be.
Nathalie Says...
I really hope you like our site, and that you will all think about contributing a little something too. As Cristophe says, don’t let the subject matter hamper you. Let your imagination run free.
As a special treat, and to give you an idea of what sort of thing you might do, here is an exclusive Roy Keane story that won’t be appearing anywhere else.
The Wedding List
By Benjamin
You sign a few bits and bobs and then they give you a zapper. They work like this: you zap the bar-codes of the things you want on your wedding list and when you finish zapping you take them back to the Wedding List Co-ordinator and she plugs them into a computer and ‘ping’ your wedding list is on the internet for all your guests to browse through.
We walked through the bedroom and bathroom departments zapping bed sheets and towels, pillow cases and toothbrush holders for our new house. It was fun. It was like a big shopping spree but with someone else picking up the bill. At first we felt a bit guilty zapping anything that cost more than fifteen pounds but you soon get into the swing of it. Zap zap zap. It isn’t like anyone is under any compulsion to buy anything, and as the Wedding List Co-ordinator said; it is better to have too many things on the list than too few.
It was when we reached the kitchen department that I noticed Roy Keane was following us. I had started eyeing up a ridiculously large barbeque. Jo said not to be silly. That it was too big for our house and too expensive for the list. She said she would meet me by the toasters when I had finished drooling. She wandered off smiling to herself thinking, I hope, about what a loveable idiot she was marrying.
When she was out of sight Roy Keane approached me. He told me to zap it, said it was a proper man’s barbeque, asked me if I was a proper man, said a proper man would own a proper barbeque. I told him to leave me alone, that I could make up my own decisions without bowing to peer pressure. I asked Roy Keane what business of his it was whether I owned a massive barbeque or not. Still, I zapped the barbeque before I walked over to Jo to help pick out a new toaster, and I zapped a set of giant skewers too.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Another free book - and this time it's signed
If you pop over to the brilliant Bah!ToCancer blog, before Friday, and pop something like 'pick me' in the comments, then you'll be in with a chance of winning a signed copy of Not So Perfect, which I'd say (of course!) is a very good thing.
And on the subject of Not So Perfect - I've updated my website, so, if you should want to, you can see a comprehensive (I think) list of all the reviews it's had and all the interviews I've given about by clicking here.
And that, I think, is all for now.
And on the subject of Not So Perfect - I've updated my website, so, if you should want to, you can see a comprehensive (I think) list of all the reviews it's had and all the interviews I've given about by clicking here.
And that, I think, is all for now.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Stripped Down
Big thanks to the lovely Kate for the mention of Not So Perfect on the splendid Manchester arts blog, The Manchizzle, where she says 'And, as expected, I really enjoyed the book, full of offbeat characters and stripped-down, almost anecdotal narratives that are like short stories boiled down to their most concentrated essence. '. That was a nice thing to see today (also thanks to Si for texting to let me know it was there).
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And as I'm in a reasonable mood (nice mention + nice weekend + nice weather - ie SUN and not 5 hour long thunder storms which blocked drains - it was cool till that happened!) I'm extending the £25 special offer of an edit and report of a short story from The Story Corrective for another week. Get your story in by Friday (quoting 'lemur' when you send it) is all you need to do.
I hope you're enjoying the sun,
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And as I'm in a reasonable mood (nice mention + nice weekend + nice weather - ie SUN and not 5 hour long thunder storms which blocked drains - it was cool till that happened!) I'm extending the £25 special offer of an edit and report of a short story from The Story Corrective for another week. Get your story in by Friday (quoting 'lemur' when you send it) is all you need to do.
I hope you're enjoying the sun,
Saturday, August 14, 2010
The Winners
Huge congratulations to Jose and Jen Campbell, whose names were the first out of the tin and so are the winners of the two copies of the Bristol Short Story Prize's latest anthology. Could you email or DM me your addresses please so I can arrange getting your books to you. Congratulations!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Happy Birthday, Blog
My blog is four years old. Wow. That's come as a surprise.
I started it in 2006, really, to publicly document the publication of my first book and all that went with it - The Roaming Roman Book Tour, readings, signings, workshops - what it was like to be a 26 year old chap with a published children's book.
And then it became something else, more by accident than by design. It became a funny mix of a journal and something dedicated to spreading the word of interesting (to me!) things, mostly books and stories.
And he we are. I'm not quite sure what it's grown into or what it'll become in the future, assuming I keep blogging of course.
A lot can happen in four years. A lot HAS happened in four years.
I published and toured a children's book. I grew a beard. I shaved off my beard. I opened a library. Ran workshops. Set up a writing group. I wrote stories. I realised that I was a short story writer. I published stories. I was lucky enough to have a collection of those short stories published by a wonderful, wonderful publisher. I interviewed people. I regretted things. I raised money for charity through books. I lost a relationship. I realised that I can be a bit too trusting of people. I've been very ill. I've learned that some people treat others horribly and that some are utterly lovely. I've been thoroughly depressed. I've been utterly ecstatic. I've been angry. I've met wonderful people, both literally and on-line.
Mostly, I've been me and, mostly, it's been good, I think.
So, happy birthday, blog. Thanks for sticking with me.
And thanks to everyone who's read it and who reads it. Thank you.
If anyone has any suggestions for what I could do on here in the future, then do let me know. Likewise, if there's anything you'd like to ask, go ahead.
Here are some photos that have appeared here over the years.
And now, I'm looking forward.
I started it in 2006, really, to publicly document the publication of my first book and all that went with it - The Roaming Roman Book Tour, readings, signings, workshops - what it was like to be a 26 year old chap with a published children's book.
And then it became something else, more by accident than by design. It became a funny mix of a journal and something dedicated to spreading the word of interesting (to me!) things, mostly books and stories.
And he we are. I'm not quite sure what it's grown into or what it'll become in the future, assuming I keep blogging of course.
A lot can happen in four years. A lot HAS happened in four years.
I published and toured a children's book. I grew a beard. I shaved off my beard. I opened a library. Ran workshops. Set up a writing group. I wrote stories. I realised that I was a short story writer. I published stories. I was lucky enough to have a collection of those short stories published by a wonderful, wonderful publisher. I interviewed people. I regretted things. I raised money for charity through books. I lost a relationship. I realised that I can be a bit too trusting of people. I've been very ill. I've learned that some people treat others horribly and that some are utterly lovely. I've been thoroughly depressed. I've been utterly ecstatic. I've been angry. I've met wonderful people, both literally and on-line.
Mostly, I've been me and, mostly, it's been good, I think.
So, happy birthday, blog. Thanks for sticking with me.
And thanks to everyone who's read it and who reads it. Thank you.
If anyone has any suggestions for what I could do on here in the future, then do let me know. Likewise, if there's anything you'd like to ask, go ahead.
Here are some photos that have appeared here over the years.
I met lovely people (including Leila Rasheed in Belgium)
I got a wand
Signed stuff
Did radio
Raised money for Book Aid with the help of lovely authors
And now, I'm looking forward.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Thanks Rob
I just wanted to say a huge public thank you to Robaroundbooks for running the Flash Clash Challenge over this past few weeks. It's not over - there are still three books he needs to finish before he declares a winner (!) but he's come to the end of mine and Etgar Keret's. And I'm thrilled I went out with a bang (and a story he described as 'perfect'.).
I love what he's done. It's interesting and it's fun and, I imagine, it's taken up an awful lot of his time - and all for the love of literature.
Rob, thank you. You're brill. I'm looking forward to reading on.
I love what he's done. It's interesting and it's fun and, I imagine, it's taken up an awful lot of his time - and all for the love of literature.
Rob, thank you. You're brill. I'm looking forward to reading on.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Free Books, Anyone?
First off. I'll admit it. I made a mistake. It had to happen at some point, didn't it!
When I interviewed Bristol Prize winner, Valerie O'Riordan, the other day, I was supposed to mention that I had two copies of the brilliant anthology to give away. And then I forgot. I am sorry.
But, I'm trying to put things right.
So. If you'd like to be in with a chance of winning a copy, say so in the comments. I shall pick two winners at random at the end of the week. Good luck. And, sorry, again.
When I interviewed Bristol Prize winner, Valerie O'Riordan, the other day, I was supposed to mention that I had two copies of the brilliant anthology to give away. And then I forgot. I am sorry.
But, I'm trying to put things right.
So. If you'd like to be in with a chance of winning a copy, say so in the comments. I shall pick two winners at random at the end of the week. Good luck. And, sorry, again.
Monday, August 09, 2010
Flash Clash and a Special Offer
I'm thrilled to see that Robaroundbooks has, after a short and well earned break, resumed his Flash Clash challenge (which pits my book against other, better, short fiction writers such as Etgar Keret). I didn't do too badly today, which is pleasing.
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And, because I'm feeling generous, I've decided to run another week-long special offer over at The Story Corrective. £25 (as opposed to the usual £40) will get you a line edit and a report on a short story, all you need to do is quote 'lemur' when subbing.
And now, I get back to work.
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And, because I'm feeling generous, I've decided to run another week-long special offer over at The Story Corrective. £25 (as opposed to the usual £40) will get you a line edit and a report on a short story, all you need to do is quote 'lemur' when subbing.
And now, I get back to work.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Valerie O'Riordan Interview - Bristol Prize Goodness
So, the other day I reviewed the Bristol Short Story Prize's latest anthology. And what do I have for you today, folks? Why, only an interview with its winner, the lovely Valerie O'Riordan. Golly, anyone would think I actually planned these posts...
Valerie, hello! Welcome to the blog. I’m thrilled to have you on. So, first things first – CONGRATULATIONS on winning the Bristol Short Story Prize. Could you tell us a little about that?
Thank you, Nik! I'm delighted to be here. I still can't quite believe I won the Bristol Prize; I was so thrilled to be on the shortlist, but I never thought I'd actually place, never mind win. It's been an overwhelmingly positive experience – from the ceremony itself, to all the lovely messages I've had from people who've read the anthology and liked my story, to the magazine and radio interviews I've done. And of course it's really encouraging, because writing is, as you know, a massively tricky and solitary activity, and I haven't been at it that long, so it's a huge relief to get that kind of external validation.
Your winning story, the very short, ‘Mum’s The Word’ I loved. Could you tell us a little about that too?
I'm glad you liked it! It's a very bleak tale about child abuse and teen pregnancy. People have tentatively asked me if it's autobiographical and I've had to reassure them that I've got no such skeletons in my closet. I think I gave an Australian friend bad dreams by emailing it to her just before she went to sleep, and I read it the other night at a magazine launch and everybody looked rather morose afterwards! On the other hand, one reader told me her teenage daughter was very moved by it, and that was really gratifying. That's what we're after, isn't it? An emotional connection. The story itself came about from a writing exercise – a prompt that gave rise to one of the images I subsequently used (the girl holding onto a piece of melting chocolate). Once I had the tone of the piece in mind, I tried to find a situation that would match that emotion. I ran it past a couple of writing colleagues before I subbed it, and their feedback was very helpful. The length (350 words) is what most people have commented upon, but in a positive way; it's great to have had such a warm reception for a piece of flash fiction.
What was it like going to an awards ceremony of that stature? A cool experience, I’d have thought? Was it?
Oh, it was fantastic! They laid on cakes and fizzy pop beforehand and made us all feel really welcome. Joe was an amazing host, even considering I ate twice my fair share of cake. The actual ceremony was in the cinema of the Arnolfini Centre in Bristol, so it was very dark with spotlights and tiered seating and the officials and the Lord Mayor addressing the crowd, and all of us shortlistees sitting down the front chewing our nails. Very nerve-wracking. And they they called out the runners up, and then the winners, and I thought there'd been a terrible mistake until I actually saw my name on the cheque! Then there was a wine reception in the bookshop afterwards. The whole night was superb – it was a real initiation into feeling like a proper writer!
You’re currently studying for an MA in Creative Writing. Could you tell us a little about that and how you think it’s helped? (And please use simple terms – I don’t even have A levels!)
One of my tutors described the MA process as accelerating the writer's apprenticeship period, and I think that's spot on. It also gives you a peer-group and one or more mentor-like figures, and psychologically, it allows you to officially consider yourself a writer for that year. I think that's a real boon; it stops you skulking about with your secret writing in your bedroom. Too many people think their writing isn't something that can be discussed in polite society and the MA gives you a solid excuse to knock that on the head. My course was a mixture of writing workshops and literature classes, and the contact hours were very low, so it's up to you to keep yourself motivated – I know other courses are more demanding week-on-week, so I guess it's a question of finding a course that suits how you operate. I blogged quite a lot about my experiences, because I think the course descriptions don't always reveal much about that you actually do when you get there. As for me, I've found the MA to be really beneficial – both in terms of the actual craft, because I think my writing's definitely improved since last year, and in terms of having time to evaluate my priorities and goals. I'm more determined than ever to succeed as a writer.
Do you write anything other than short stories? Might there, perhaps, be a novel on the go?
Funny you should ask! As a matter of fact, there is a novel on the go; it's a little under halfway done by now, and I'm currently polishing up 15,000 words of it for my MA dissertation. It's set in Dublin in the mid-1990s, and it's about a teenage girl's obsessive relationship with her mother. The provisional title is 'Pure Dirt' – you've got the exclusive scoop on that, Nik! It's got murders and tattoos and seedy bars and ferries and fancy dress and all sorts in it. It's a black comedy and I'm very excited about it. It's been difficult, moving from short fiction to a novel – a whole new set of challenges. I'm still writing short stories, just less of them at the moment, as my head's taken up with this longer story, but I do love them and I'm not letting them slip by the wayside.
Who is Valerie O'Riordan?
A fairly introverted bookish geeky type who worries a lot about money and boring things like central heating. She likes nothing more than a giant bowl of popcorn and a good book and a cup of tea. She dreams of having more shelf-space so she won't keep tripping over teetering piles of paperbacks on the living room floor. She can't drive so she's usually to be found in her flat, most probably still in her pyjamas, eating cornflakes out of the packet.
What short story collection would you recommend?
I like a good anthology – the Best American Short Stories series is great – because you get the variety of voices and styles, but as far as an individual collection goes, I love David Foster Wallace's Brief Interviews With Hideous Men. If I had a vocabulary half as good as his, I'd be laughing. Or certainly intimidating more people with my wordy ways. I also loved Rob Shearman's Love Songs For the Shy And Cynical, and I'd really recommend that one for people who are new to short stories and might be afraid they wouldn't 'get' them. Rob's stories are funny and endearing and poignant, and very accessible.
What’s next for you?
I'll be concentrating on the novel for the next while and when it feels shipshape, I'll be looking for an agent – setting off on the submissions roller-coaster. And I'll keep writing flash fiction and short stories and sending them out there. My MA will be over in a few weeks, so it'll be back to the real world of job-hunting and working routines, but as long as I can grab a couple of hours each day to keep writing, I'll be happy. I've got a tiny little piece in the forthcoming Cinnamon Press microfiction anthology, so I'm looking forward to getting my mits on that.
Anything you’d like to add?
Just thanks again to the Bristol Prize judges, and thanks to you Nik, for having me!
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Valerie O'Riordan was the 2010 recipient of the Bristol Short Story Prize. Her short stories and flash fiction have been published widely online and in print, most recently in Bewilderbliss, Litro and elimae, as well as the latest Bristol Prize anthology. She's just about to to finish her MA in creative writing at the University of Manchester, where she's been working on her first novel. She writes book reviews for Bookmunch and arts events listings for Go See This, and she blogs at www.not-exactly-true.com. She'd love to be a full-time writer.
Friday, August 06, 2010
Without love, you're nothing
I have been desperate, and I mean DESPERATE, to see $9.99 since I first heard of it in, I think, 2008. A stop-motion film based on the stories of Etgar Keret - what's not to like? Well, after seeing it: nothing.
It is wonderful. Poignant, affecting, funny, magical and feels so real. Brilliant. Just like his stories. Thanks to Jen for making me aware it had finally been released (even if that's only region 1).
Here's the trailer.
It is wonderful. Poignant, affecting, funny, magical and feels so real. Brilliant. Just like his stories. Thanks to Jen for making me aware it had finally been released (even if that's only region 1).
Here's the trailer.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
The Bristol Prize Anthology, Volume 3
As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I was thrilled to see that Valerie O'Riordan had won the Bristol Short Story Prize. Valerie's both a lovely person and very talented writer - two reasons for me to be happy for her.
And because those Bristol Prize folks are also lovely, they were good enough to send me a copy of the anthology. I've read it now and I must say I've been very impressed. Very impressed.
Some of the people whose stories made it into the anthology are people I know (and like!) so you might think I'd say that anyway. Nope. Not at all. I've said it because I mean it. The quality's really, really high. And that doesn't change whether we're talking about stories in there by Clare Wallais, Claire King, Ben Walker, Joanna Campbell or Jon Pinnock - or Valerie's story - a deeply affecting one told in only a few hundred words (size ISN'T everything, see!). I was also particularly taken with 'Being Mother' by Sherri Turner - that nearly made me cry.
It's an excellent collection - as varied in its content as it is good, and I'd recommend reading it.
And by the by, I interviewed the brilliant Joe Melia, the prize's coordinator, a little while ago here. And I'll be interviewing, the equally brilliant, Valerie here soon too. Lots to look forward to.
And because those Bristol Prize folks are also lovely, they were good enough to send me a copy of the anthology. I've read it now and I must say I've been very impressed. Very impressed.
Some of the people whose stories made it into the anthology are people I know (and like!) so you might think I'd say that anyway. Nope. Not at all. I've said it because I mean it. The quality's really, really high. And that doesn't change whether we're talking about stories in there by Clare Wallais, Claire King, Ben Walker, Joanna Campbell or Jon Pinnock - or Valerie's story - a deeply affecting one told in only a few hundred words (size ISN'T everything, see!). I was also particularly taken with 'Being Mother' by Sherri Turner - that nearly made me cry.
It's an excellent collection - as varied in its content as it is good, and I'd recommend reading it.
And by the by, I interviewed the brilliant Joe Melia, the prize's coordinator, a little while ago here. And I'll be interviewing, the equally brilliant, Valerie here soon too. Lots to look forward to.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Short Story Advice
I'm over at the fab Strictly Writing today, giving advice on writing short stories. They've a rolling Strictly Come Dancing style short story competition running there too, which is worth checking out (details here).
And if that advice isn't enough for you, there are more of my tips here.
And if that advice isn't enough for you, there are more of my tips here.
Monday, August 02, 2010
Adnan Mahmutovic Interview
I'm really thrilled to have been asked to be a part of Adnan's blog tour, supporting his novel, 'Thinner Than a Hair'. Adnan, who blogs here, is a terrific writer, thoroughly good bloke and has plenty of interesting things to say.
And here he is...
Anything you’d like to add?
And here he is...
Welcome to the blog, Adnan. It’s a pleasure to have you here.
Thanks Nik. Good to join the company of other writers you’ve written about.
So, your latest book, ‘Thinner Than a Hair’ - Who’s it for? What’s it about?
Thinner than a Hair is about a feisty Bosnian girl Fatima and her attempt to retrace her missteps, and understand what led her to prostitution in Germany. It doesn’t deal with prostitution per se, but the history which pushed many Bosnian girls in that direction. Most importantly the book is about intimacy in a wider sense of the word. That is, not just intimacy between a woman and her bloke, but between people in general, between people and things, people and ideals, if this makes sense. From my experience the war was a great ‘separator’, it even split people from themselves. This book is then an attempt to find this basic, essential intimacy.
The book is not for Bosnians primarily, if at all. Since I have become estranged from this motherland and ‘her’ history, I wrote the story trying to make sense of it all. It is mostly for people from other countries, such as the UK, who have been connected to Bosnian history vis-Ã -vis their country’s foreign policy and engagement but to whom it is still an alien place, even though it is so close. It appeals to a rather wide range of readers, from young adults who can identify with Fatima’s coming-of-age story to older readers who perhaps better grasp some intricacies and subtleties of the lives I dramatize.
Why did you write it?
Mostly to explore how intimacy comes about and is destroyed. The Bosnian setting, which is of course important to me, and material for the story, is still secondary.
What does Bosnia mean to you?
It’s that place and history tied in some past time that keeps invading me. I don’t have a particular nostalgic yearning for Bosnia because I know the place that carries that name now is not the same place where I grew up. It is a part of me insofar it reminds me that I remain a foreigner. In fact, if I returned to my city of birth now I’d be even more of a stranger than I am in Sweden. That is why I write about the people that come from that place and a particular time. Not because I want to reconstruct it, describe its essence, or some such nationalist idea(l), but because I want to explore its wider sense. On 11 July, speaking at a manifestation about the genocide in Srebrenica, I stressed that there are things that are a part of a more general history that has made us all and that we have made. For me the genocides in Srebrenica and Dachau (where Fatima from Thinner than a Hair lives) are OUR history, not someone else’s. This is one of the things I wanted to accomplish. Otherwise, I’d probably write in Bosnian, for Bosnians only.
I’d like to add a few words about the language of Thinner. Some readers have commented on Fatima’s language, assuming that it is a bit special because she is Bosnian. Some suggest that I use Bosnian the way Conrad used Polish to introduce innovation into English. This isn’t necessarily the case. In fact, every story I write has a language of its own. I think it has more to do with the way I chose to dramatize a character’s mind-set, the way the stories are structured to reveal a different kind of personality. Fatima has a special character and that has to penetrate her expression.
You also write short stories. How does ‘Thinner Than a Hair’ compare to your collection ‘[Refuge]e’?
[Refuge]e, which we could call a collection of short stories, is to me a form of a novella. Yes the stories are separate, but also connected, either through a recurring character or theme-wise. It was always meant to be read as one piece. It was an experiment with form. Once you read three stories in a row, which are about the same character and chronologically ordered, how do you know these are not three chapters in a novel or novella? Then, you find a story that disrupts that sense of flow, and a poem that is tied into it all and yet displaced. I seem to have trouble writing shorter pieces that are totally unconnected. I’m a little like Alice Munro in that sense. I also have a few pieces which should have been in the book, but which I didn’t finish in time for publication.
Thinner than a Hair is more conventionally novelistic in terms of narrative.
Length aside, what do you think the differences are between novels and short stories?
Since I teach undergraduate courses, I can tell you that the first university course in my department is an intro into different literary genres (novel, short story, drama etc). Despite everything I know, I’d say I don’t see much difference. Some would say there’s a difference in density. I honestly don’t think you need to make novel chapters less dense than short stories of the same length, say in order to have a flow. The question is, if we can say what we want in 400 words, why write 80,000? Recently a friend of mine won Bristol prize for a story of 350 words, which tells me more than some stories that are ten times that length. Yet that story could be expanded into a novel. What would happen? We’d get more details. But would we get more action, more emotional impact? Maybe, maybe not. Would the author water down her prose in order to create a better pace, more flow, a page turner? Why do it? I guess some authors make short stories denser, but I don’t. I pack as much as I find necessary, regardless the length. So, length aside, I don’t see major differences when I write myself. Or rather, I don’t feel them.
Which do you find easier to write?
No difference, except in terms of time.
What ingredients does a story need for it be great?
I’m a big fan of Ondaatje’s work. I find his prose great. Why? Because it gives me the sense of raw life, history stripped naked. Not overtly intellectual, showing-off the author’s erudition, but his ability to pay attention to life. I find this great.
Any tips for people wanting to be published?
I wish I had tips. That’d be fun.
What’s next for you?
New novel, of course. Possibly a screenplay about Stockholm.
Anything you’d like to add?
I like to hear from readers, what they like or dislike, and most importantly how they interpret things, scenes, or imagery that don’t seem to reveal any single meaning.
Thanks for having me over at your blog.
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Adnan left Bosnia and settled in Sweden in 1993. After a few years in a small South-Eastern town, he relocated to Stockholm to work as a personal special-needs assistant. This employment of thirteen years financed his further studies in English literature and philosophy. In May 2010 he was awarded his PhD in English literature. He has published a collection of short stories and poetry, [Refuge]e, and two novellas, Illegitimate and Thinner than a Hair. His website can be found here.
Sunday, August 01, 2010
3 Brilliant Films
So, while I've been having a little bit of time off I've watched a few really exceptional films. They are below. I'd recommend them all.
And yes, a rather impressive selection of leading ladies in them all, I'm sure you'll agree.
And yes, a rather impressive selection of leading ladies in them all, I'm sure you'll agree.
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