This book seems a bit light after Roland Barthes essay, Structural Analysis of Narratives. The Writer's Journey is California dreamin...
Bought a tiny Samsung laser printer. It just purrs obediently and efficiently like the black cat I don't have. Far superior to my clackety Epson inkjet '3 in 1'.
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
'Troubles' by JG Farrell - winner of the 'Lost Booker'
This book was a revelation to me. I swiftly became immersed in 1919-21 Ireland. Action is centred on the fictive Majestic Hotel in County Wexford as the country is on the verge of civil war. The run-down establishment is emblematic of the last days of British rule. Owned and managed by an eccentric unionist, the hotel caters for guests that are largely of that political hue, though there are a few notable exceptions. The Majestic is an enclave of the ascendancy. A siege mentality develops amongst the elderly guests. Life here is viewed through the prism of a young, liberal major just returned from the Great War and casually planning to marry the proprietor's daughter. His plans are thwarted by fate. One of many scenes that intrigued me was when a group of Oxford undergraduates stayed at the hotel. (Farrell himself attended Brasenose College, Oxford). The proprietor, Edward Spencer expects them to support his bigoted, racist views of the native Irish. The visitors, despite their establishment backgrounds, empathise with the indigenous population's wish to break free of the colonial power. Spencer is livid.
The book was awarded the 1970 Man Booker prize in May 2010 - to make good the oversight of not awarding the prize that year - something to do with a mix-up in qualification dates. Anyway, unlike most Booker awards, the decision of the judges - in this case, the reading public - was overwhelming. It is clear to see why. It is very funny, quirky, sad, wise, and yet analogous of the troubled Ireland of the Nineteen-Seventies, when the story was written. I devoured the last 250 pages in one sitting. Sadly the author, JG Farrell drowned in 1979 in a Cork fishing accident. He had a reputation for being something of a curmudgeon on colonialism and capitalism. But for all that, the text never preaches and is concerned above all with the intrinsic humanity of its characters. 'Troubles' is part of Farrell's 'Empire Trilogy", the rest of which I cannot wait to savour.
The book was awarded the 1970 Man Booker prize in May 2010 - to make good the oversight of not awarding the prize that year - something to do with a mix-up in qualification dates. Anyway, unlike most Booker awards, the decision of the judges - in this case, the reading public - was overwhelming. It is clear to see why. It is very funny, quirky, sad, wise, and yet analogous of the troubled Ireland of the Nineteen-Seventies, when the story was written. I devoured the last 250 pages in one sitting. Sadly the author, JG Farrell drowned in 1979 in a Cork fishing accident. He had a reputation for being something of a curmudgeon on colonialism and capitalism. But for all that, the text never preaches and is concerned above all with the intrinsic humanity of its characters. 'Troubles' is part of Farrell's 'Empire Trilogy", the rest of which I cannot wait to savour.
Monday, 2 August 2010
Resurgence of literary avant-garde.
The avant-garde writer and critic, Tom McCarthy tells James Purdon of The Observer why his new novel, C, acts as a bridge between the future and the past Resurgence of literary avant-garde against the recent popularity of realism.
The realist novel 'Netherland'referred to in the article is, in my opinion, interminably long-winded and frankly, it doesn't help that this reader is no fan of cricket. George Bernard Shaw said "The English are not very spiritual people, so they invented cricket to give them some idea of eternity". The author, O'Neill - another Irishman - supplers a further infinity metaphor in the pacing of 'Netherland'.
The realist novel 'Netherland'referred to in the article is, in my opinion, interminably long-winded and frankly, it doesn't help that this reader is no fan of cricket. George Bernard Shaw said "The English are not very spiritual people, so they invented cricket to give them some idea of eternity". The author, O'Neill - another Irishman - supplers a further infinity metaphor in the pacing of 'Netherland'.
Monday, 19 July 2010
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Come on Ghana!
Heading down to the local pub with friend and two of her grandchildren to support Ghana in the World Cup. Pity they don't have Michael Essien, who's injured. Their opponents, USA have been impressive. Hope the little girls don't get too bored. Now where did I leave my kente gear?
I upgraded the iPhone for the new software. Fine. Then I decided to use the new folder facility. Now the bloody thing makes the most horrendous squawk every time I use it. Life is too short to get involved in this stuff. Sometimes I envy people who have rejected mobile phones and online 'culture'; though it's becoming increasingly difficult to do so. We are enslaved by 'labour-saving' gadgets.
I upgraded the iPhone for the new software. Fine. Then I decided to use the new folder facility. Now the bloody thing makes the most horrendous squawk every time I use it. Life is too short to get involved in this stuff. Sometimes I envy people who have rejected mobile phones and online 'culture'; though it's becoming increasingly difficult to do so. We are enslaved by 'labour-saving' gadgets.
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Bloom's Day
Happy Bloom's Day! I've just had the pork kidney for breakfast, duly scorched. A reading tonight of Molly Bloom's dream would be a fitting end to the great day.
writLOUD
Attended writLOUD, Birkbeck's reading event on Monday. Impressed by Orange shotlistee Monique Roffey's reading from "The White Woman on the Green Bicycle'', set in Trinidad, and fellow MACW student, Alice Fitzgerald Wickham's excellent Dublin-based bildungsroman - somewhat in the style of a female Roddy Doyle. A new comic writer to watch!
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