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Join Fidra for a day

May 17, 2008 · 1 Comment

I have had a request from Vanessa of The Children’s Bookshop in Edinburgh. If visiting authors during the festival feel overcome with a sense of having too much spare time on their hands, then Vanessa would love to see you in the shop for a brief event. The pay isn’t peanuts, but more like chocolate biscuits.

I have as yet not managed to get to the shop, despite it being very close to where Son now resides (believe it or not, but the boy complains we don’t visit him…). Nice area, in other words. And a children’s bookshop does sound perfect. It has an armchair, but I’d like to point out that that’s where I am going to sit.

Adele Geras has been, so do ask her what she thought.

In the unlikely event that the place isn’t busy enough for you, they will cart you off to the pub and drown any sorrows. Contact Vanessa if you feel like a change of scenery while in Edinburgh.

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Sapper

May 16, 2008 · 1 Comment

The criminal blogging world has a new Friday challenge going, which is to remind you forgetful readers of some very good books. The witch is only a small criminal, but here is an attempt to remember anything at all, for the Pattinase blog.

Some years ago - well, more like twenty - the Resident IT Consultant carried home a new volume of short stories by someone called Sapper. He seemed to know him, whereas I didn’t. But in those days I read anything, almost, that came through the door.

And what a collection of stories! The witch has always had a fondness for the “well off” crime scene of the 1920s and 1930s, and this Sapper turned out to be better than most. Bulldog Drummond is a wonderful character. Once the fifteen stories had been read, I demanded more. The silly man came home with something totally different, and could never understand what it was that I craved.

This being before the internet, I never succeeded in finding more Sappers anywhere. It wasn’t until a few years ago when the witch family were in urgent need of tea in the middle of the South Swedish countryside, and in desperation fell through the doors of a former school, that this story had a happy continuation.

What a find! Not only was the tea perfect. The room was beautifully retro and charming. And the rest of the school building was a sort of perpetual jumble sale. Here we fell upon a few shelves of English books. Some really old Penguins and, of all things, a Sapper! It was The Black Gang; a beautiful thirty-fifth edition from 1933.

Happiness!

Now I should really start serious Sapper hunting on the internet. And you should too. Not the hunting, perhaps, but the reading.

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Just Michelle

May 14, 2008 · 2 Comments

Not everything in London is bigger. The tiny Rex Cinema is, well, tiny, but the perfect venue to launch Michelle Magorian’s new book Just Henry, seeing as it’s about films and the cinema.

Yesterday the place was full of people enthusiastic about Michelle and her books. Some I’d met before, and as usual there were some lovely new people to meet. The witch’s mingling skills are still in their infancy, but luckily Egmont employs hordes of pleasant people. And they are all so good looking!

And there was Michelle, who was reason enough to travel to London for. She’s really lovely, and was even willing to talk to the witch. Michelle has a past as Orinoco the Womble (the things you find out…), and as Paddington Bear, with hole-y boots.

There was a lot of mingling. The Rex also had the largest canapés we had seen. Would that be to make up for cinema size? Michelle read from Just Henry, in the cinema itself, and who better to do so than a professional actress? If I hadn’t already read the book, these extracts would have had me run for the nearest copy. Then we mingled some more, and Michelle signed books, and the food got larger still.

My only complaint would be that the promised chat in Norwegian didn’t take place. I don’t feel that going on honeymoon is excuse enough…

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Yellow books

May 13, 2008 · 4 Comments

Yesterday’s post brought two yellow books, separately. It’s quite pleasing the way accidental groups work. I put them on the table, one on top of the other, and it just looked good. The other week I had two green and black books on the go, and even Daughter stopped in her tracks to admire them together. During my pink week recently, I received a parcel with one red and one non-garish pink book, and they, too, combined nicely. And so on. I just read in a house magazine about the woman who claimed to have good colour sense, because her mother used to hang the washing according to colour. All I can say to that, is that in that case Daughter will have a terrific sense of colour one day. Ahem.

Categories: Authors · Blogs · Books · Caroline Lawrence

Senior moments

May 12, 2008 · No Comments

I owe my friend CG this title. We had a Nordic ladies lunch about a week ago, and CG is good for stories anyway, but I felt right at home with her senior moments, because I appear to have a few of them myself. CG talks like Little My of the Moomins, which makes her literary, too. And I found a few years ago that we share Adele Geras, and I do like a shrinking world.

Anyway, it’s all about forgetting the simplest things. Not that the complicated things are easier, you understand, but there’s the professorial touch about it. I can remember (yes, really) that lesson at school when the teacher asked me what the day’s homework had been about. I couldn’t recall, which didn’t look very good. Had she only asked me a specific question regarding the homework, I’d have been fine. I knew it. Just couldn’t remember the bigger picture.

I was reminded last week of an anthology I own, because Michelle Magorian wrote one of the stories. It’s called War, Stories of Conflict, edited by Michael Morpurgo. And I’ve been ashamed for years that I’ve just not got round to reading it. So, out it came, and I started with Michelle’s story. I had read it before. Checked the other stories. I had read them, too. Somewhere, some time in the last few years I read the book, before putting it back on the shelves. I just wonder when?

Not to worry. It’s a wonderful collection, with stories written by some of our best authors. I bought it because George Layton, who’s in it, talked about it while we had lunch. It wasn’t just the two of us, unfortunately, but I did have lunch with him. George is someone I was dead keen on when I was a teenager. Weird, how things happen. He very kindly assumed I’d know all the Swedish entertainers that he knows. I do, but only from magazines and television. Nice to be treated like an equal.

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“Famous, aren’t you?”

May 11, 2008 · No Comments

It was in Publishing News last year that I first found Oliver Jeffers, in an interview with, I think, Graham Marks. I was left with an impression of handsome biker, who was also the “in” illustrator of the moment, responsible for the World Book Day posters. I wasn’t all that interested, to be truthful.

By the time Oliver materialised at Simply Books on Friday, I’d worked up more enthusiasm, and by the time he was done, the enthusiasm level was really quite high, and not just because of the biker looks and the designer stubble. I even had the opportunity to start by translating Oliver’s request for a USB pen into something more intelligible, rendering me an aura of being almost useful.

Oliver Jeffers 3

His appeal must be fairly universal, as the people who turned up to hear him talk were of all ages, and whereas my tolerance for slide shows and power point presentations isn’t that great, this was interesting. How a picture book is made and why they are often 32 pages and how the text comes last in the printing process. And how the Americans will change his words if they don’t like them. Now, how could little boy running out of rocket fuel near the moon possibly be seen as too unrealistic?

The Way Back Home

I’d made several visits to Oliver’s website, and had had considerable problems with all the insects, until I finally worked out what’s what. And then he said he was thinking of changing it, to make it easier. I said no, not when I’ve actually got it, at last. Anyway, I’d had a good look at some of his “proper” art, and if the witch household had any spare walls, not to mention some spare cash, there would soon be a Jeffers on our walls.

Being slow (me that is), I didn’t make the connection with Hopper until Oliver mentioned it, but that will be why I loved “my” favourite painting instantly. And look, there is Hopper in the books as well. Couldn’t be better. Quite liked Michael Sowa, too, who’s another of Oliver’s favourites.

Oliver uses whatever paint feels right at the time, but seems to prefer acrylics, at least now. He also uses water colours, Dulux One Coat, and finds his white pen extremely useful. With the water colours he sloshes on too much water, adds colour and then tilts the paper from side to side, letting the colour slide this way and that. And I think Oliver said he rests the paper on a toilet roll, until the colour settles as he wants it.

He has, or had, two work areas in Belfast; one for making a mess vertically and one for making a mess horizontally. Makes sense, when you think about it. Right now he is living and working in New York, so his visit here is a short one, and supposedly so he can see his uncle. Oliver was born in Australia, grew up in Northern Ireland, which is why he has that lovely accent, and has lived in Sydney, before New York. So, very cosmopolitan. At one point he and some friends also kept posting a work of art across the Atlantic. They started with an empty book, and then added a picture, before posting it on, and on, for 36 weeks. Surprised it didn’t go missing.

How to Catch a Star

His interest in how words and pictures go together made him experiment, and before he knew it he had made a picture book without meaning to. Among his favourite books by others are Maurice Sendak’s Where The Wild Things Are, and Quentin Blake’s Clown. Oliver feels young children make the best critics, because they get bored easily.

Oliver Jeffers 2

I’d say he is rather like an overgrown child himself, with his ideas. For one page in The Incredible Book Eating Boy, he photographed books which he and his brother threw into the air, to let them fall in the right way, before Photoshopping them onto the page.

The Incredible Book Eating Boy

After meeting a quantum physicist he thought about how people become intelligent, and took to combining oil paintings of people, with equations. Another unusual idea is to leave his mug of coffee on the paper, letting it leave a ring and then doing a picture round the coffee ring.

Oliver did typography at university, so is very keen on doing all the lettering in his books, even when it involves writing the copyright page in Spanish by hand four times because he kept making mistakes. When asked whether it’s important to have gone to university, he says it is, because then you know all the rules, before you go on to break them.

Oliver Jeffers 1

Among things he has done that aren’t picture books, is a poster for Starbucks, an ad for the big bookshop chain, cards that the Government sends to all new born babies, and something unintelligible about Orange priorities. And a Darth Vader helmet.

It doesn’t sound as if Oliver is man who struggles, but when he does, coffee helps. That and knowing there’s a mortgage that needs paying.

His next book is, supposedly, called The Great Paper Caper, and has something to do with FSC paper, but he won’t say too much. “A children’s detective thriller”.

Lost and Found

Lost and Found is being animated, using CGI, and Oliver got his Mac out to show a short piece from the film. Absolutely adorable, are words that come to mind. However, putting his own nephew (Henry, I think) in the penguin compound at Belfast Zoo, doesn’t strike me as very nice. Henry was helping illustrate Lost and Found, but what they did find, was that he’s scared of penguins.

Well, so much for the man who wins everything or is shortlisted for everything. Good artist, but is he a good uncle? And he uses books from Belfast Central Library to paint on. Hang on; that’s what I was complaining about a couple of months ago, in regard to Daughter’s school…

And have I just lost an opportunity to interview Oliver properly in the future? This blog post is too long.

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Selina Penaluna

May 10, 2008 · No Comments

What an interesting name! And it makes for a good book title, too.

Linda Newbery emailed me months ago to say she had read this new book by Jan Page, and she thought I would like it. She pointed out it wasn’t so horribly mermaid-ish as the blurb might suggest, and Linda’s right. It’s about a young girl in Cornwall during the war, who thought she was a mermaid.

The story is told from several points of view, and in the present as well as in the past. Twins Jack and Ellen are evacuated from London to Cornwall, and their lives are changed forever.

It’s an interesting story, but I’m puzzled as to why anyone feels this is a children’s book. It’s not scary or complicated, but I would not expect most children or teenagers to have the patience required to read it. Personally I feel it’s an adult book, which just happens to deal with young people in the past. Think Rosamund Pilcher, or similar. Much of the tale is seen from the point of view of a woman of 77, looking back, and also about her problems with young people today. Adult, I think.

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The Blue Orange rave

May 9, 2008 · No Comments

As Daughter and I watched, yet again, one of her favourite episodes of our favourite NCIS, I was reminded of how easy I have it. There, poor Agent McGee who writes crime novels in his spare time, found that the characters from his as yet un-finished next novel were being bumped off. So, who had access to his top-secret manuscript? We were assured that the really keen fan will search through authors’ rubbish bins for clues as to what they are writing.

The witch didn’t have to do anything as crude as that. Declan on Crime Always Pays emailed to ask if he could (!) send me his next novel as a Word document. I allowed him to do this, because I’m a kind witch. Also, because I was fairly desperate to read the new book.

The Blue Orange, as he calls it, is a continuation of The Big O, with all the same characters, except those who may have died in the first book. Plus a couple of new ones. The Big O was very funny, if rather full of four-letter words, and had endearingly inept, mostly minor, crooks.

In The Blue Orange we meet them again, and this time I found myself quite fond of even the less charming ones. It’s a mad-cap race across the Continent, with everyone ending up in Greece, where Declan has totally taken over his favourite holiday island, which I understand was quite nice before this.

As is to be expected, there are so many double-crossings that the witch developed a squint trying to cope. The best thing is simply to sit back and enjoy, while laughing quite a lot. The story is crying out to be made into a film, and I know which part I can play.

And as Mother-of-witch so rightly said, crime is not nice. But this kind of crime is as nice, and as funny, as it gets. The worst baddies are killed or have lots of blood removed in interesting ways, and maybe the rest lived happily ever after. I’m hoping for more. And sooner rather than later, Mr Burke.

Anyone who by now has the slightest inclination to read The Blue Orange, will want to murder me. The book will be out in the US in the autumn of 2009. If he gets round to it, Declan might just publish it in Ireland in the spring. 2009 again, I’m afraid.

And he is checking I’m not selling it on ebay, so I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. But I just felt I had to rave about it now. I can always re-rave when the time comes.

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Journeys

May 8, 2008 · 7 Comments

I once started a mental list of “journey books”. By that I mean stories that are one long and difficult journey, usually walking, from A to B, done by a lone child or a group of children. These books generally require hankies, both during and after.

Linda Press Wulf’s The Night of the Burning, which is now out in paperback, is a journey book. It’s about two Jewish sisters going from Poland to South Africa. While many Jewish stories are connected to the second world war, this one starts in 1921.

Another journey book is Last Train From Kummersdorf by Leslie Wilson. This is set in Germany during the war, but it’s not primarily about Jews. So again, that makes it a little bit different. Sometimes it feels as if all war stories set in Germany are about the persecution of Jews, when in actual fact there must also have been many other children suffering hardship.

The boy Hanno and the girl Effi end up in each other’s company, and they slowly make their way to Kummersdorf, to catch a train. It takes on a sense of not being real, and you somehow doubt that they’ll ever get to Kummersdorf, or if they do, there’ll be no point in having arrived. The story is based on real events, which makes it much more poignant.

I don’t feel you can have enough of these stories, whether about Germany, the war or simply as journey books. I can sense a whole series of journey posts coming on…

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Diamonds in dungheaps

May 7, 2008 · 6 Comments

I love Michelle Magorian’s books, and her new one after an exceedingly long ten years doesn’t disappoint. Just Henry continues in the same vein as Michelle’s earlier books. It’s post-war, 1949, and it’s set in the world of cinema goers.

14-year-old Henry is in his last year at school, and lives with his mother and stepfather and his little sister Molly, and his gran. It’s a house fraught with bitter disagreement, added to which you have post-war rationing and hours of queueing. There’s also the added complication of popular prejudice in those days, which is hard to understand now.

Henry’s salvation lies within the cinema. He goes several times a week, which might seem extravagant by today’s measures, but then they didn’t have television or computers. Even the radio is seen as a luxury. Through his massive interest in films, Henry makes new friends, which is lucky for him, as he soon stumbles across a mystery, which threatens to tear apart life as he knows it. He needs his new friends.

There’s a fascinating background of popular films and the history of film making, and it’s a wonderful story about woman power. The fairy godmother character in the book teaches Henry to look for diamonds in dungheaps, and there’s plenty of dung before the story ends. It’s quite a nice way of looking at things, I feel, and more people should look for diamonds. Daily, if necessary.

And I really, really don’t feel up to waiting another ten years for another book from Michelle.

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