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2010 writing/reading goals

January 26th, 2010

I’m a bit late to the New Year goal-setting party, but here goes. For my writing, I want to finish my second novel and get it published, and start on a third. I also want to write more short stories and submit them to magazines and contests. For my reading, I want to read a book a week. I think I do this already, but have never really tracked it for a full year to find out if it’s true. So this year I want to make a note of every book I read, and also review it on this site, and I’m aiming for 52 books for the year. I’ve added a new page on the top menu, 2010 reading, where I will post updates.

That’s it. Nothing too difficult – I believe in setting realistic goals and actually meeting them (I only came to this belief after years of pie-in-the-sky New Year’s resolutions that came unstuck by the end of January). What about you? Any goals you’d like to share for 2010?

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UK short story magazines

January 20th, 2010

Well, I’m back – finally! The snow and ice here in England delayed my return, so my four-week holiday turned into five. I am now relaxed and even a little tanned, and trying to hold onto both for as long as possible. More about my holiday later, but I wanted to start the new year by thanking Tania Hershman for providing this excellent list of UK and Irish lit mags. I plan to subscribe to several of them, and also submit some short stories I’ve been hoarding for a while.

Happy New Year everyone! What have you been up to lately?

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December 11th, 2009

on holidayAfter 11 months in front of a computer screen, I am taking some time off. Many thanks for all your wonderful, thought-provoking comments over the year, and wishing you all a happy holiday season and a great 2010. See you next year!!

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Back in a week or two…

August 14th, 2009

Summer is a fleeting thing in England. You have to grasp it before it gets away from you and the long, dark winter months start again. That’s why the posts have dried up recently – I’ve been out and about in London, going to the seaside, taking trips around the country, visiting family and friends. Hunching over a laptop just doesn’t have much appeal.

I plan to start regular posting again in September, by which time I should have quite a backlog of books to review. Right now I’m reading The Lazarus Project by Aleksandr Hemon, and still ploughing very slowly through The Golden Bough.

Please don’t give up on me – I’ll be back, I promise…

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Good movies

June 19th, 2009

I don’t normally review film on this site, and don’t plan to start. But I rent regularly from Lovefilm.com (for those of you reading in America, it’s a British version of Netflix), and have had a run of several really good films that I wanted to share with you:

Our Daily Bread

The Lives of Others

Black Gold

Vodka Lemon

Our Daily Bread is hard to describe without making it sound like what it’s not. I could call it a documentary about industrial food production, but it’s absolutely nothing like Fast Food Nation and those types of film. There’s no voiceover, no real argument, hardly any talking at all. For most of the movie, you are watching truly bizarre scenes of food production, in complete silence other than the buzz and thump of the machines. It’s like an extended art-museum video. The interest comes from the really odd subject matter – the combine harvester moving eerily across a broad field, the sometimes alien-looking scenes of unbelievable machines doing weird stuff to sweet peppers. There’s also some blood and gore, and some cute little fluffy yellow chicks being hurled into a machine and spat out into a vast battery-farm type shed. But it’s not so much an animal-rights movie. It focuses more on us, on the strange world we have created, and on the effect of this world on the people who work in it. Hard to describe, but it was an absorbing film to watch.

The Lives of Others is a really moving film about East Germany and the surveillance society, and it was particularly effective because the Stasi secret police are not presented as evil people but ordinary people operating within an evil system and adopting the usual human strategies of adaptation, compromise and occasional surreptitious acts of rebellion. I liked how it viewed the investigation of an intellectual from both sides simultaneously, the watcher and the watched, and my sympathies were split between them.

Black Gold is much more of a normal documentary film than Our Daily Bread, and it definitely does take sides, but the subject – the global coffee industry – is really compelling. It’s a familiar story of farmers in poor countries getting shafted and corporations making massive profits while pumping out PR about their largely imaginary ‘ethical’ policies. It succeeded in getting me outraged all over again, though.

Finally, Vodka Lemon is an Armenian film about a town slowly dying in post-Soviet Armenia. Snow falls constantly, and old people sit around drinking vodka and reminiscing while waiting desperately for their sons to send home money from richer countries like France. Again, it’s hard to explain why I liked it – not much happens, and it’s pretty relentlessly depressing. But it’s beautifully shot, with lots of wide open snowy landscapes increasing the sense of isolation and loss, and some good dry, pain-tinged comedy as an old man lugs a wardrobe halfway down a lonely road to sell it and a family argues over money for a new bride. I suppose part of it is that I like seeing new things, a new place that I’ve never seen before and a completely different way of life. It’s a very sad film but shot through with humour and lots of competing stories of human interest. Definitely a good film to watch.

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Perspective

June 6th, 2009

Every now and then, I have a tendency to whine. I work too hard, life is tough, writing is difficult, etc etc. Also, every now and then, something happens to make me realise I have nothing whatsoever to complain about.

A couple of nights ago I was travelling home in a taxi. Since I am just starting out as a novelist, I have to do temp work to make ends meet, but do it at odd hours so that I am free during the day to write. At the moment I am working a 5pm to 1am shift. This, by the way, is the cause of a lot of my whining. Anyway, London being the modern, cosmopolitan city it is, all the trains have stopped running by then, so the company pays for me to take a cab home.

I was talking to my driver the other night and that’s where the perspective came in. You see, we’d both started work at the same time, but whereas I was going home to bed, he would be working right through to the morning. And whereas I had the weekend to look forward to, he worked seven days a week. Things have apparently got worse because of the credit crunch: whereas before he only worked about 60 hours a week, now he works more like 90. Just to spell it out, 60 hours is six 10-hour days; 90 hours is seven 13-hour days. And he still struggles to pay the mortgage and buy his kids all the things they need. From talking to other drivers, I know that he is far from exceptional. He works longer hours than most, but 12-hour shifts and working weekends are the norm for them. And the worst thing is that there are plenty of people in the world doing even worse jobs, people who would look on a London cab-driver with envy.

The result of all this: I feel like an idiot. Yes, I work long hours, but half of those hours are doing something I love – writing. I deliberately chose this kind of life because I wanted to be a writer. If I wanted to give it up, I could go back to journalism, or even to my original career as a corporate banker, or just stick with temping and enjoy having lots of spare time. In short, I am privileged. Why is it always so hard for me to remember that?

The good part is that, for this week at least, I stopped whining and was more productive than I have been for ages.

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Spiritual soul

June 5th, 2009

I’d love to soar… over the land
Like an eagle, high above
Just soaring
From the mouth
of Pine Lick Creek
to the top of the hills
Where the Bee Ridge ends
Let my soul drift to painless places
And have all the ones I love in my heart
And wandering soul
Soaring with me
All the times I wish…
Just let my soul orbit around
All good and peaceful places
Like fog that hangs over
A body of water
Great waters…
Great, peaceful waters…

Written by Steve Henley on Death Row, before he was killed by the state of Tennessee on 4 February 2009. He took 14 minutes to die. As his family watched and recited the Lord’s Prayer, his face turned blue, then purple, before he was finally pronounced dead. Many people would say justice was done. Doesn’t feel that way to me, though.

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