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Former leading New Zealand publisher and bookseller, and widely experienced judge of both the Commonwealth Writers Prize and the Montana New Zealand Book Awards, talks about what he is currently reading, what impresses him and what doesn't, along with chat about the international English language book scene, and links to sites of interest to booklovers.
Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Ubud Writers & Readers Festival - October 2013
Bono on Seamus Heaney: 'His words have kept me afloat'
The U2 frontman talks about the strength he draws from Seamus Heaney's poetry
- Bono
- The Observer,
Seamus Heaney in June 2012 at the Dalkey book festival with Bono and festival director Sian Smyth. Photograph by Conor McCabe
Every meeting I've ever had since I began full-time advocacy, I have brought with me a book of Seamus Heaney's poems. I always think if you're asking somebody for something it's a good idea to give them something first. So I always gave them Seamus Heaney's poems. This is from the pope to every president I have ever met. In this past week I gave Seamus's book Electric Light to President Johnson Sirleaf in Liberia. She's currently obsessed with the efforts to bring electricity to her people so she could not believe it.
Seamus has been with me on every journey I have taken, and there have been many times when a retreat into his words has kept me afloat. Most of our life in this kind of work is very concrete, full of facts, but we all have to seek redress from time to time in poetry. Seamus was where I went for that. He was the quietest storm that ever blew into town. As an activist, From the Republic of Conscience has been like a bible for me, something I return to and have returned to for as long as I can remember. Some of those phrases are like tattoos for me, worn very close to the heart.
Seamus has been with me on every journey I have taken, and there have been many times when a retreat into his words has kept me afloat. Most of our life in this kind of work is very concrete, full of facts, but we all have to seek redress from time to time in poetry. Seamus was where I went for that. He was the quietest storm that ever blew into town. As an activist, From the Republic of Conscience has been like a bible for me, something I return to and have returned to for as long as I can remember. Some of those phrases are like tattoos for me, worn very close to the heart.
Seamus Heaney: my travels with the great poet
Seamus Heaney was a great poet and friend, says Andrew O'Hagan, as he relives their travels in Scotland, Ireland and Wales – tucking into chowder and contemplating the afterlife
On the road … O’Hagan and Heaney on the island of Iona
He was simply a source of grace, a blessing, and you always knew he was on your side. I was lucky to know those qualities and see them captured in a single name – Seamus. What is it about some people that they seem to carry a kind of moral gladness with them?
Not that they are always good or always right, but that they hold out the possibility of a better selfhood for everybody. In the few days since he died, I've been feeling sore in the heart, because a light has gone out, a reliable comfort. More than that: a genius with a sublime human touch is now beyond reach. I recall the story of the little boy who watched as Robert Burns's funeral cortege passed through the town of Dumfries. "But who will be our poet now?" he said to his mother.
Two decades ago, when I worked at the London Review of Books, the editor, Karl Miller, would ask me to get people on the phone. Late one afternoon, when the paper was being put to bed, he had his nose about two inches from the page, a galley of Seamus's poem in tribute to Hugh MacDiarmid. "Seamus, I'm very grateful to you," said the editor to the poet down the line. "The problem is this. We're delighted with the poem, but there's a mistake in it.
("A mistake?" I imagined Seamus saying. "We can't have mistakes in the London Review of Books.")
"The thing is, you have this thing about MacDiarmid's 'chattering genius'. That's wrong. I'm from Scotland myself. You once said sheep chatter. And I can tell you Scottish sheep don't chatter, Seamus – they blether. Surely you mean MacDiarmid's 'blethering genius'?"
In more recent years, the three of us started going on jaunts together. Everywhere we went, Seamus was recognised, and people felt he might have made their day or changed their life. (It was part of his good nature that each claim seemed to have the same weight with him.) Three years ago, I went with him to the University of Strathclyde so that he could receive an honorary doctorate. His wife Marie and I thought he wasn't looking well and, indeed, he suffered a minor stroke before the event and was taken to the Royal Infirmary. Before the ambulance doors closed, he gave me his speech and told me to read it out. "They'll be waiting," he said. "I know you'll do some credit to the words."
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Not that they are always good or always right, but that they hold out the possibility of a better selfhood for everybody. In the few days since he died, I've been feeling sore in the heart, because a light has gone out, a reliable comfort. More than that: a genius with a sublime human touch is now beyond reach. I recall the story of the little boy who watched as Robert Burns's funeral cortege passed through the town of Dumfries. "But who will be our poet now?" he said to his mother.
Two decades ago, when I worked at the London Review of Books, the editor, Karl Miller, would ask me to get people on the phone. Late one afternoon, when the paper was being put to bed, he had his nose about two inches from the page, a galley of Seamus's poem in tribute to Hugh MacDiarmid. "Seamus, I'm very grateful to you," said the editor to the poet down the line. "The problem is this. We're delighted with the poem, but there's a mistake in it.
("A mistake?" I imagined Seamus saying. "We can't have mistakes in the London Review of Books.")
"The thing is, you have this thing about MacDiarmid's 'chattering genius'. That's wrong. I'm from Scotland myself. You once said sheep chatter. And I can tell you Scottish sheep don't chatter, Seamus – they blether. Surely you mean MacDiarmid's 'blethering genius'?"
In more recent years, the three of us started going on jaunts together. Everywhere we went, Seamus was recognised, and people felt he might have made their day or changed their life. (It was part of his good nature that each claim seemed to have the same weight with him.) Three years ago, I went with him to the University of Strathclyde so that he could receive an honorary doctorate. His wife Marie and I thought he wasn't looking well and, indeed, he suffered a minor stroke before the event and was taken to the Royal Infirmary. Before the ambulance doors closed, he gave me his speech and told me to read it out. "They'll be waiting," he said. "I know you'll do some credit to the words."
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Monday, September 02, 2013
THE LIE THAT SETTLES BY PETER FARRELL - invitation to launch
PETER FARRELL AND UNITY BOOKS WARMLY
INVITE YOU TO THE LAUNCH OF
THE LIE THAT SETTLES
BY
PETER FARRELL
TO BE LAUNCHED BY DAME
FIONA KIDMAN
THURSDAY 19 SEPTEMBER
6PM
UNITY BOOKS, 57 WILLIS STREET
WELLINGTON
See also www.theliethatsettles.com
Awa Press are pleased with themselves !
Independent
publishers and university presses triumph in this year’s New Zealand Post Book
awards
All
four of the country’s top book awards for 2013 have gone to independent
publishers and university presses.
The
result comes just as a number of multinational publishers have recently
announced they are closing the local editorial arm of their companies.
Steve
Braunias’s searing yet tender portraits of places and people off the map in New
Zealand, Civilisation, published by Wellington independent publisher Awa
Press, was a clear winner in the non-fiction category. The judging panel,
convened by TV3’s John Campbell, called it “an exceptional New Zealand book,
beloved by us all’.
The
book’s publisher, Mary Varnham, said she sensed a new mood in the air, among
both writers and publishers. “We Indies have all experienced very tough times
lately with the recession, the swarms of cheap imported best-sellers, internet
obsession diverting people from reading books, and the impact of ebooks. But at
the same time independent publishers have continued to pour heart and soul into
projects that ensure great local writers get their place in the sun, and this
is starting to pay off.”
Varnham
said most independent publishers worked on “the smell of an oily rag” and so
were often able to publish books that would enjoy strong but modest sales.
“We’re not out there looking for huge instant best-sellers, although it’s
always nice when they come along.”
And
New Zealanders seem to be appreciating books by local authors a lot more than
they used to, according to Varnham. “Social media such as Twitter and Facebook
have helped create a buzz around new New Zealand books. They enable authors to
talk directly to readers, and this can be a boost to sales.”
The
independent clean sweep extended to awards for first books as well, with all
three going to independent publishers. And the Maori Language book award was
scooped by Wellington independent Huia Publishing.
Crazy Rich Asians - review by Nicky Pellegrino
It’s unevenly
written; shallow and silly, yet Crazy
Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan (Allen & Unwin) is creating a lot of buzz
right now. Vogue editor Anna Wintour called this debut novel “mordantly funny”,
Hunger Games producer Nina Jacobson
snapped up the movie rights, it’s soaring up best-seller lists worldwide. And
why? Because this is the blingiest, most fabulous, over-the-top read of the
year – an addictive satire that is to rampant consumerism what 50 Shades Of Grey was to you know what.
Crazy Rich Asians is the story of three uber-wealthy, inter-married
Singaporean Chinese families; people so rich that, when his wife is turned away
from a stuffy London hotel by the racist manager, Harry Leong makes a call and
buys the place. So rich that they have climate-controlled wardrobes, private
jets with yoga studios and the power to make their mansions “disappear” from
Google Earth. So rich that they don’t have money, they have fortunes.
Rachel Chu is
about to enter their orbit but she doesn’t know it yet. When her devastatingly
handsome boyfriend Nicholas Young asks her home to Singapore for the summer, he
forgets to mention that home is a palace. He certainly doesn’t let on that he’s
the heir apparent to a dynasty.
Nicholas is mad
about American Chinese academic Rachel. But when word gets back to his family
that he has a new girlfriend his scheming mother Eleanor swings into action,
digging into her history to find out if she’s a gold-digger. Because if you’re
a crazy rich Asian you have to go to the right schools, wear the right
designers, live in the right real estate, have the right career and most
importantly, marry the right person.
If not, then like
Nicholas’ devastatingly beautiful cousin Astrid, you will end up having marital
problems. Astrid has been faking poor – living in a relatively modest apartment
– for the sake of her husband Michael’s pride since he’s worth billions less
than her. She has to secret shop Parisian couture and precious jewellery to
make up for her luxury deficit. So when she starts uncovering clues that her
husband is having an affair, Astrid is heartbroken.
No need to worry
too much about the plot because that’s not what this book is really about. Who
cares whether they all live happily ever after? No, its big appeal is
voyeurism. This is a window on the world of the Asian upper crust, an expose of
their snobberies and excesses, their feuds, gossip and jealousies. It drips
with designer labels, is lavished with extravagant parties, is gilded with
sumptuous homes.
While it’s witty
and lots of fun, in the end I did weary of the endless wealth porn. It all
starts to feel a little bit one-joke at times which is a pity as Kwan could
have got his point across with fewer designer names and less high spending.
About the reviewer.Nicky Pellegrino, an Auckland-based author of popular fiction, is also the Books Editor of the Herald on Sunday where the above review was first published on Sunday 1 September 2013.
Her latest novel When In Rome is set in 1950's Italy and was published in September 2012. Her next novel, The Food Of Love Cooking School, will be published here next week.
READER EVENT: A Q & A with Lloyd Jones
The New Zealand Listener, Penguin Books and
the New Zealand Book Council invite you to attend a Q & A with Lloyd Jones.
Join Listener Books & Culture editor Guy
Somerset for a conversation with acclaimed New Zealand author about his new
book, A History of Silence: A Memoir.
Superbly written, A
History of Silence is an extraordinary work from one of New Zealand’s master
storytellers. It uncovers Jones’s past … revealing stories he never expected to
find. The 2011 earthquake that shook Christchurch to its core led Jones to
investigate his own foundations and family history. And so begins a quest to
revisit what has been buried by a legacy of silence.
Lloyd Jones is one of New
Zealand’s best known contemporary writers. His works include Biografi, a New York Times Notable Book, and the novels The Book of Fame – winner of numerous literary awards – Choo Woo, Here at the End of the World We Learn to Dance, Paint Your Wife, Hand Me Down World and the phenomenally successful Mister Pip, winner of the 2007
Commonwealth Writers’ Prize, the Montana Medal for Fiction and the Kiriyama
Writers’ Prize, shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize and adapted into a film,
which goes on general release on October 3.
EVENT DETAILS:
Wellington:
DATE: Monday,
September 9
TIME: 6.30pm
TICKET PRICE: $20
LOCATION: City
Gallery, Civic Square, 101 Wakefield St, Wellington
Auckland:
DATE: Tuesday,
September 17
TIME: 6.30pm
TICKET PRICE: $20
LOCATION: Raye
Freedman Arts Centre, Silver Road, Epsom, Auckland
TO ORDER TICKETS:
Credit card: Visit www.nzmagazines.com/products
Cheque: Please post
your name and address with a cheque for the total of the number of tickets you
require made out to ‘NZ Magazines’ to ‘Listener Event’, PO Box 90119, Victoria
St West, Auckland 1142
The Waiheke Book Festival 2013
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THE BONES LADY
Best-selling novelist, and soon to be in New Zealand, Kathy Reichs talks life and death
with Bess Manson
The bones of a 6-year-old boy lie in a box in the lab
where forensic anthropologist and bestselling author Kathy Reichs works in
Charlotte, North Carolina. He has remained there, alone and unidentified, for
more than 20 years. Reichs still lives in hope that she will one day learn his
name and return him to his family.
"I take the bones out periodically to
try and figure out what else I can do or what new techniques have come up to
try and identify him. I thought in 20-some years we may finally have had a
break in that case.
"I have a case that goes back to about 1993. Another
child. He has never been identified. He had dental work - his parents cared enough
about him to take him to a dentist - yet those little bones are sitting in a
box in my lab. There are some for whom it has been a long time." Those are
the frustrating cases, the 62-year-old Chicago- born author laments, the ones
that haven't been solved. And like the heroine in her Bones novels, she feels
an obligation to identify her victims so that they may rest in peace. "If
someone is not identified they just die anonymously. I have a storage closet at
my lab and there are boxes in there with just numbers on them. Many of them
contain people that have never been identified so, yeah, you feel an obligation
to get them back to their families or whoever is out there wondering what has
happened to them."
Reichs is a no-nonsense straight talker who doesn't waste time on pleasantries. A
prerequisite for her job, perhaps.
Beattie's Book Blog HQ August 2013 - Port Douglas, Queensland
During out wonderful week long holiday in Port Douglas, northern Queensland, I blogged each morning from Origins Coffee , they make the best coffee in town as we;ll as providing free WiFi to their customers. This pic shows me reading and enjoying my second coffee of the day after my one hour blogging session.
We had a wonderful holiday in Port Douglas; our first visit and we loved it - highlights included:
* Wonderful weather - rain free with temperatures around 19-20C overnight and 26-28C by day.
*Some superb restaurants, in particular Salsa and Nautilus which I thought were absolutely outstanding.
*Fresh scallops off the back of the boat at the marina - $14 a kg for tiger prawns, cooked on the boat.
*Two excellent bookshops - one selling new books, and coffee - Whileaway Bookshop Cafe - and the other a second-hand store - The Book Lounge. More about them anon.
We had a wonderful holiday in Port Douglas; our first visit and we loved it - highlights included:
* Wonderful weather - rain free with temperatures around 19-20C overnight and 26-28C by day.
*Some superb restaurants, in particular Salsa and Nautilus which I thought were absolutely outstanding.
*Fresh scallops off the back of the boat at the marina - $14 a kg for tiger prawns, cooked on the boat.
*Two excellent bookshops - one selling new books, and coffee - Whileaway Bookshop Cafe - and the other a second-hand store - The Book Lounge. More about them anon.
Former bookseller David White reports from Matamata
One of the greatest transformations in a bookshop happened over the weekend here in Matamata. The Storyteller, a children's bookshop that was away from the centre of the shops has taken over the premises of a Take Note in the middle of town. Cinderella has arrived!
I doubt if I have ever seen such a
change. From what was a dull and grubby store full of stuff suitable for
nostalgia or remainders, is now a vibrant childrens bookshop (no remainders,what are they?)
Marie Bentham (left) has created a new benchmark that draws in book buyers with a wow factor. They put in long hours over the weekend (with a big team of helpers) that had this mornings customers asking, "Have you knocked a wall out? It's so open."
Marie Bentham (left) has created a new benchmark that draws in book buyers with a wow factor. They put in long hours over the weekend (with a big team of helpers) that had this mornings customers asking, "Have you knocked a wall out? It's so open."
For all those who say you can't sell
childrens books and the booktrade is on the way out, then a dose of Marie's
medicine will change their minds. Hard back kids books - not a problem! I have
to say, just walking in the door lifted my spirits!
This Week on Poetry Box and a Bird-Poem Competition
Happy Spring!
This week on Poetry Box we
will explore Bird
poems with a bit of Spring thrown in.
On Monday there
will be a new competition (bird poems) and I will post the results of the
story-poem competition, on Tuesday I
will give you tips for the bird-poem competition, on Wednesday some
starting points for bird poems, on Thursday I
will post an interview with the fabulous Joy Cowley and on Friday we
will have some Spring poetry play and a weekend challenge
The
Bird-Poem Competition
Write a poem about
a bird.
Instead of taking a photo of a bird, I want you take a poem of a bird!
I will give you lots of tips tomorrow.
You have until Wednesday 25th Spetember to do this
competition. I will post the winner and my favourites on Thursday 26th. Send to paulajoygreen@gmail.com. Please include your name, age, year and name
of school. Include your
teacher’s name and email too please.
For the rest of the post go to http://nzpoetrybox.wordpress.com
Paula Green, PO Box 95078, Swanson, Waitakere 0653 Auckland
You are invited to attend the launch of Te Mātāpunenga
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Interview: Lloyd Jones
- Linda Morris
As the city of Christchurch began to pick itself up after the devastating 2011 earthquakes, the writer turned his attention to the fault-lines of his family's fractured past.
Until February 2011. Then, a massive earthquake toppled the spire of the Anglican cathedral, grey, waterlogged sediment rose to the surface turning suburbs to slurry, and the true landscape reasserted itself. Trudging moraines of rubble many weeks later, Jones found himself thrown off balance by what he describes as a ''loosening of self''.
It's like looking at a jigsaw puzzle and the picture is incomplete ... and then, suddenly, some pieces are presented and they find connection.''Christchurch forgot what they sat on, and, in the same way but for different reasons, I realised that there was wilful forgetting in my family to the extent that I never once heard my father speak of his parents and only fleetingly and indirectly did my mother speak of hers,'' Jones recounts by phone from his home town, Wellington.
''If that's what you grow up with you tend not to look into those spaces, but when I went wandering through the landscape of the earthquake the foundations were revealed, the ground was ripped apart and there it all was: the liquefaction, the liquid mass that oozed out of the ground.''
Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/books/interview-lloyd-jones-20130829-2srge.html#ixzz2df4JU5I5
23 Literary Agent Query Letters That Worked
By Jason Boog on Galley Cat, August 20, 2013
Once you find an agent you would like to represent your book, the pitch letter is the next step in the traditional publishing process.
Below, we’ve collected 23 different agent pitch letters that actually worked in a variety of genres. We’ve gathered these samples from agency websites, agent blogs and the AgentQuery forums. No matter what kind of novel you have written, they can help you craft a better query letter.
Welcome to our Top Stories of Summer 2013 series. For all our readers returning from trips and vacation reading, we’ve created a short list of the stories you may have missed during this long, strange summer for the publishing industry.
Here’s more from AgentQuery: “A query letter is a single page cover letter, introducing you and your book. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less … A query letter has three concise paragraphs: the hook, the mini-synopsis, and your writer’s biography. Don’t stray from this format. You won’t catch an agent’s attention by inventing a creative new query format. You’ll just alienate your chances of being taken seriously as a professional writer. A query letter is meant to elicit an invitation to send sample chapters or even the whole manuscript to the agent.”
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R.I.P. David Frost - interviewer extraordinaire
‘A Fiery Tribune’
by Clive IrvingDavid Frost, who died suddenly on Saturday, went from stand-up comedian to challenging Richard Nixon in a series of blockbuster interviews.
Indeed, the major networks had spurned the Nixon interviews and they were shown via an improvised syndication deal engineered with desperation by Frost. There was little appreciation that it was Frost himself, in the 1960s, who had brought an entirely new level of aggression to confrontations with the mighty and the illustrious.
He burst upon British television like a fiery tribune of the people, conducting interviews live and with a studio audience—something never done before—five nights a week at primetime from a London broadcaster, Rediffusion.
But it was the BBC that discovered him as a young stand-up comedian and gave him the role of a mock news anchor on a show called That Was The Week That Was. Although it was billed as satire, the material was current and politically savage, particularly and brilliantly making fun of Prime Minister Harold Macmillan and his government.
Frost also had another gift that was a true metaphor of the technology that he had mastered: a mind that worked like a video tape.
Propelled to almost overnight stardom by That Was The Week (itself one of the inspirations for Saturday Night Live) Frost felt that satire would restrict him, even though the show and his material marked a revolution in its lack of respect for and deference to the BBC’s previously timid rules of political coverage. He also encountered hostility among the corporation’s “serious” broadcasters who felt strongly that television journalism should not be “entertainment” and that Frost was, in manner and cast of mind, an entertainer.
Frost, on the other hand, realized that television journalism, rid of pomp and ready to pose questions framed not by respectful editors but informed by a sense of how a vox pop audience would ask them, could become a gripping new public forum. He deliberately took a year off from television and enlisted a small band of journalists, including me, to work out the form of the show he would anchor, called simply (and grandly) The Frost Programme.
At first the journalism was punctuated by short satirical sketches (many of them written by the future cast of Monty Python’s Flying Circus) and it seemed an uneasy compromise—enforced by the broadcaster’s conviction that a primetime show must be leavened. But gradually Frost was able to lure for interviews senior politicians and luminaries from all sides of public life. Many of these were responding to what seemed an almost gladiatorial challenge, as Frost’s instinct for the sudden, revealing question would strike home and leave blood on the floor.
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Wellington poet published in US via online poetry network
A writing adventure with a wild imaginary character begun at
age 18, has resulted in Wellington poet Janis Freegard’s work being published
decades later by a US publisher as a 37 poem chapbook, The Continuing
Adventures of Alice Spider .
Janis, who’s also the author of the poetry collection Kingdom
Animalia: the Escapades of Linnaeus (AUP), added to the Alice Spider
escapades over the years and had a shorter extract published in AUP New
Poets 3 (2008). But the current chapbook by Anomalous Press is the longest
version yet of Alice poems.
The work charts the surreal life of Alice Spider as she
encounters normal life stages and turns them on their head in unpredictable
ways.
Alice made her way to the US via the Tuesday Poem online
network run by New Zealand writer Mary McCallum.
Janis says, “I was paired with wonderful US poet Melissa
Green for an end-of-year “Secret Santa” Tuesday poem swap – I posted one of
Melissa’s poems on my blog and she kindly hosted Alice Spider. Cat
Parnell of Anomalous Press spotted Alice there and asked if I’d like to
contribute to a new online journal she was involved with. Alice appeared
in an edition of Anomalous, after which the editors contacted me to say they
were interested in publishing an Alice Spider chapbook”.
Of Alice, Janis says “In some respects she’s a kind of alter
ego, a more reckless version of myself. I do let her borrow a few of my own
experiences from time to time. Perhaps she’s also a spirit of wildness and
freedom. I know some people think of her as a spider, but to me, she’s
human (well, as human as any fictitious character).
“There has always been a mix of realism and surrealism,
humour and menace. The earlier pieces contain more knives, blood and
cigarettes; the later pieces tend to be a bit lighter, with zebras and hot air
balloons.
“It feels very much as though Alice has gone off travelling
without me. It’s been a really exciting process and a great example of
how the worldwide web (a very appropriate vehicle for someone called Alice
Spider) can connect people across the planet and make things happen,” she says.
Requiem for Seamus Heaney
Seamus Heaney, who has died aged 74, was a master of perfectly controlled and physically alive poetry, says Sameer Rahim.
Seamus Heaney in
2009 Photo: MARTIN
POPE
In January, I heard Seamus Heaney reading at the
Tricycle Theatre in north London. At the time it felt like a special event – and
with the news that the Nobel Prize-winning poet has died aged 74, I feel even
more privileged to have been there. He read from his poem “Two Lorries” – "one
of the least romantic titles for a poem ever”, he drily noted – which opens with
a memory of his mother having coal delivered: “It’s raining on black coal and
warm wet ashes.” The last two words echoed a passage from Joyce’s Ulysses
he had read out earlier, in which Stephen Dedalus’s dead mother appears in a
dream smelling of “wetted ashes”.
Heaney's echo was surely deliberate. It felt like he was allowing us a private glimpse of his creative method.
Heaney's echo was surely deliberate. It felt like he was allowing us a private glimpse of his creative method.
As with most schoolchildren, I first studied Heaney in English classes.
We all read “Digging” and diligently analysed its central metaphor about a pen
being to a writer what a spade is to a farmer. It must have been the first time
I recognised a metaphor. We earnestly debated animal cruelty after reading “The
Early Purges”. Heaney slightly regretted that he was taught more for his message
than his language. “If I have any doubts,” he told me when I interviewed him in
2009, “it’s the trimness with which the poems are taught
sometimes.” But you could not help being drawn into his perfectly controlled and
physically alive verse. “Death of a Naturalist” was terrifying: “Right down the
dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked / On sods; their loose necks pulsed like
sails.”
Heaney’s work was not all ploughs and flax-dams. “Oysters” describes his
lusty appetite for shellfish: “Our shells clacked on the plates. / My tongue was
a filling estuary / My palate hung with starlight.” Once consumed, though, the
poet thinks about who harvested the oysters and feels guilty at this “Glut of
privilege”. The farm lad had come a long way, but he could never escape his
roots.
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Why You Need to Become an “Independent Publisher”
Geoff Livingston - Copyblogger
If you’re thinking about writing a book, you should be thinking about self-publishing it.
More and more established writers are choosing the independent path. In fact, the number of independently published titles tripled between 2006 and 2011.
There are many reasons for this change, including retaining artistic direction, a higher percentage of profits, and the increasing lack of editorial and marketing support offered by traditional publishing houses.
But that’s just the tip of the iceberg
…
Yes, modern publishers rarely help their smaller authors do much with marketing. But the good publishers offer more than you think when it comes to editing and production. Producing an editorially sound product takes much more than creativity.
I just self-published my first science fiction novel, Exodus. It’s my fourth book overall, and my first independently produced one.
I’d like to let you in on a few valuable things I’ve learned in the process …
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Poetry Written in Porcelain
Edmund de Waal Prepares for an Exhibition
Andrew Testa for The New York Times
Edmund de Waal in his studio in London. An exhibition of his porcelains will open on Sept. 12 in New York.
By CAROL VOGEL - The New York Times
Published: August 29, 2013
Photo -Andrew Testa for The New York Times
Chronicling the journey of 264 Japanese netsuke — wood and ivory carvings of animals, plants and people, none larger than the palm of a hand — that Mr. de Waal inherited from his great-uncle Iggie, “The Hare With Amber Eyes” is a sweeping story that begins in Paris in 1871 and progresses through five generations of the Ephrussi family, whose collection of netsuke made its way to Vienna, where it was thought to have been confiscated by the Nazis, and decades later ended up in London. “My making and my writing is one thing,” Mr. de Waal explained, adding, “Pots turn into words, and words turn into pots.
”Like the netsuke, Mr. de Waal’s own work is three-dimensional, tactile and painstakingly fashioned, but in his own Minimalist and modern language. He produces objects like wafer-thin cylinders, plates and pitchers, carefully arranged to tell a story. While collectors like the cosmetics heir Ronald S. Lauder and Sotheby’s vice chairman Charles Moffett have purchased examples of Mr. de Waal’s porcelain, there has never been an exhibition of his work in the United States. But after the dealer Larry Gagosian read the memoir, he was curious to see Mr. de Waal’s art. “They’re really poetic installations,” Mr. Gagosian said of his decision to present a major show of Mr. de Waal’s porcelain at his Madison Avenue gallery, opening on Sept. 12.
Sunday, September 01, 2013
Seamus Heaney in His Own Words
By Jason Diamond on
Trying to write something to mark the passing of Seamus Heaney at the age of 74 is a task few would want to take up, as he was Ireland’s greatest living poet, which would by default make him one of the finest poets the English language has known since the publication of his 1966 collection Death of a Naturalist. News of the beloved 1995 Nobel Prize in Literature winner’s death spread across the internet quickly this morning, with obituaries to 140-character tributes and lines of his work tweeted by those who admired him. … Read More
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