I made the journey from Brighton in 4.5 hours and I’m now back in Blackpool. The packing continued while I was away and the house is very empty. Apart from my room, which is full of post (including the new phone) and books. I have lots of things to do between now and Saturday when I set off for Coventry, via Luton. I also need to pack the room up too.
Which means my last 2/3 days in Blackpool will offer little time for walking along the beach. Guess I’ll have to come back here for a weekend when things calm down.
It’s weird to be bouncing around so much. Since yesterday I’ve had no housekeys but I don’t actually need any of the keys on it. Technically I don’t have a home right now – I’m not paying rent on anywhere and all my things are in the storage, which may or may not have a leak.
Whatever. The plan for tonight is simple – write one of the 5 letters I need to write in the next week and figure out all the things to be done between now and Luton.
I’m still in Brighton where I’ve had a relaxing weekend. On Thursday night I attended the Short Fuse Short Story Slam. The quality of the stories was highly variable but I was pleased that one of the winners was Bill Jones, who read at Telling Lies last year. As with poetry slams, comedy did much better than serious pieces.
I didn’t mind too much not reading my story (called ‘This is not a true story and happened to someone else anyway‘) as it meant I could relax and enjoy the night. The story was a throwaway, so will probably not now see the light of day.
Friday night I watched the movie Be Kind Rewind. It was a fun, uplifting film (a couple of people applauded at the end) but somehow felt slight. It’s interesting how many recent films have been about ‘little media’ and/or overtly undermine corporate copyright.
On Saturday I hung out with Beth. She’s been working on some interesting projects recently, such as Node 101 Brighton and it was interesting to hear about those. We had breakfast on her allotment, on the hillside above the Lewes Road. I’d not been there before and couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. I imagine it’s even better in Summer with warm weather and everything flourishing. I saw Beth again in the evening and walked to the marina and back. The marina is beautiful at night, and I actually think the Roaring 40s is going to look pretty impressive, setting aside the problems with the project. It will certainly add to the feeling that the marina is a JG Ballard theme park.
On Sunday I attended a friend’s daughter’s Harry Potter themed birthday party. I don’t remember children’s parties being that noisy and intense but had a good time. It was fun to see games I remember as a kid, such as the eating-chocolate-while-wearing-gloves-and-scarf game.
I still don’t have a camera and have packed up the cable to copy images from my phone, so can’t post any photos of the weekend. Hopefully I’ll have a camera again next week, ready for my arrival in Coventry.
One thing distracting a lot of aspiring writers is the question of research. I know people who write beautiful, entralling prose yet don’t work seriously on their book because they ‘need to do their research first’. Yet one person I know spent weeks researching the suffragette movement and the resulting information was used in only one paragraph of the finished book. Yes, it’s important give the reader confidence that they know their material, but it’s more important to finish the writing.
I recently discovered the writer Jim Crace. I’d bought his book Being Dead on a whim and was surprised to find it was a great novel. Reading an interview with him, he had this to say on research:
everything. I don’t do any research. Life is too short. To be a
convincing liar, facts don’t help. What you need is vocabulary, the
ability to use words with confidence. This came home to me when I was
in the Judean desert, before I wrote "Quarantine," which was set there
but 2,000 years ago. I went not to research but to see what the desert
was like so I could tell informed lies. I had a Bedouin guide with me,
with his gun on one hip and his mobile phone on the other. We slept out
one night under his jeep, and in the morning, he said "Jim, how did you
sleep?" I said "Oh, I slept like a log."
I saw his eyes
narrow, and I looked over his shoulder at the desert stretching away
with, certainly no logs, and at best about 600 meters away, a little
skimpy thorn tree. I knew this hadn’t worked. He spoke better English
than I did, but the English didn’t work. It was badly researched
English; it didn’t travel. So I said "How did you sleep?" And he said,
"I slept like a donkey. I slept like a dead donkey. If you’d have
kicked me, I wouldn’t have woken up." I thought here is the answer.
This is how you persuade a reader that you know your subject and are
inhabiting that culture. It’s not about research. It’s all about
turning your logs into donkeys. I just love that trickery."
Something I found with the WW2 book (which I plan to finish real soon…) is that the research didn’t help make it more plausible. People believed the things I’d made up, but always questioned the situations and events based on fact. The research made the book less believable.
I’ve not been so good at updating my weblog the last fortnight (I was updating twitter in the meantime). I spent a couple of weeks relaxing in Blackpool. I did lots of writing, rediscovered my love of reading and spent hours walking along the beach.
Since Thursday I’ve been in Brighton. I’ve caught up with a few people, but not as many as I would have liked. Mostly I’ve continued relaxing and started preparing for some J2EE work. I’m going to be here until Saturday at least, then I’m going to Derbyshire for a week before starting the new job. As of the start of March I’m beginning a six month contract in Coventry.
I’ve not caught up with everyone in Brighton I would have liked to. However, I’ll be making frequent trips back over the next six months. I’m definitely going to be around the weekend of March 15/16, where I’ll be attending ‘Enchantment Under the Sea’ at the Hanbury and BarcampBrighton2. Hopefully I’ll catch up with some folks at one or both of those events.
My Uncle and Aunt invited me for tea yesterday so, just after lunch, I set out to walk from Blackpool to their house in Lytham (I’ve been walking a couple of hours each day recently). This walk was fantastic – the first half was across Dunes and sandy beaches straight out of a Ballard novel: jet planes flying overhead, the sea so far out it was almost invisible, and the weirdness of St Anne’s Pier, which I’ve yet to see with the sea below it.
I found a cafe in St Annes. There were few people out on the beach but this seaside canteen was packed. I took away a cup of coffee and a slice of the best fruitcake I’ve ever eaten. I also shot a couple of fantastic photos nearby but, since I don’t have the grey lead to connect my phone to my PC, I can’t share them. I was going to try describing them instead but one of them (a weird beach-sculpture) is beyond my powers.
I arrived in Lytham early so haunted the charity bookshops, where I found a copy of Edwin W. Teale’s ‘The Golden Throng’ which I’ve wanted to read for years. Then to my Uncle and Aunt’s for tea and Ashes to ashes. I had a good day.
Two new posts from Anonymous have appeared.: "Anonymous is everyone and everywhere. We have no leaders, no single entity directing us…"
I still owe this weblog posts about graduation, the Deckchair guide and what I’m up to right now, but that’s going to wait until I reach my destination and get settled. Meanwhile I’ve been thinking about Anonymous.
The recent Anonymous videos have been fantastic as works of art, reminiscent of the footage from Pattern Recognition, which Beth studied in her dissertation. Anonymous’ work puts into play many of the theoretical concepts I love. Who is it that signs a work as Anonymous when anyone can give a work or a tract that name? It is impossible to canonise Anonymous work – it is up to the reader to agree or disagree with an individual piece, since unpleasant or insulting messages might be signed as Anonymous. Anonymous is potentially juvenile and pointlessly offensive at times; but since anyone might be Anonymous, you can judge the messages only on content. Anonymous might be anyone.
Anonymous’ pirating and remixing of pop culture reminds me of the situationists and their practise of detournement (the Fox news report on Anonymous is like something from Chris Morris). Anonymous has the advantage that it cannot be recuperated as the work of the Situationists was. If someone steps forward and repudiates or sells out their own anonymous work, they are no longer Anonymous. You can’t negotiate with Anonymous. You can’t make terms with Anonymous.
I don’t have any particular feelings for or against scientology, but I thought the anonymous video was interesting, even while it seemed to crib Keanu’s speech at the end of the Matrix. (Matt Webb has some interesting thoughts on the footage)
Walking past the Jubilee Library in Brighton I saw the following poster outside one of the boarded-up shops (link to full-sized version):
It will be interesting to see how Anonymous crosses over to the real world. It’s like religious persecution as some weird ARG
Just been for breakfast with Mum & Dad and came home to change into my suit. Looking forward to the ceremony but expect my feelings to be different after two hours of listening to names read out.
Tom has a post on last night featuring photos and a link to a video of Spliff Richard.
OK time to change. Had to buy a new shirt because I didn’t fancy wearing a black shirt with my suit.
Yesterday was my last day with Sigmer. I’ve very much enjoyed working with everyone there, and will hopefully stay in touch with them in the future. Hopefully it won’t be too long until my next visit to The Swan!
After work I went to the Jubilee Library for the launch of Queenspark‘s Deckchair Guide to Brighton and Hove. The book is a guide to Brighton, written by local residents, which I helped with last year. I haven’t blogged about this before, so it deserves a post of its own (probably next week).
After that I met Tom and Sophy at the Komedia for Hammer and Tongue‘s 5th Annual Poets vs MCs Slam. The event featured a lineup of rappers and poets and was framed around the idea of seeing which were best. In the event it turned into more of a showcase of two Brighton scenes, with interesting combinations such as an MC freestyling over a ukelele song.
I’d seen a number of the rappers at Slipjam:B in the past and, for whatever reason, they didn’t seem as tight as usual last night. The poets (including Robin from BPS, Chris Parkinson, Rosy and Jimmy McGee) were very good , thriving in front of a massive crowd. The most impressive performance came from Spliff Richards, who won last year’s Hammer and Tongue slam competition.
Today is another busy one, as I’ll be graduating from my MA. Expect photos of me wearing full robes in due course.