Showing posts with label jeanette winterson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jeanette winterson. Show all posts

Saturday, September 22, 2007

As You Know Captain ...

I don't usually link book reviews until I've read a book and made up my own mind about it, but I really enjoyed Ursula Le Guin's review of Jeanette Winterson's The Stone Gods , particularly as it talks about the interface between genre and literary fiction:
It's odd to find characters in a science-fiction novel repeatedly announcing that they hate science fiction. I can only suppose that Jeanette Winterson is trying to keep her credits as a "literary" writer even as she openly commits genre. Surely she's noticed that everybody is writing science fiction now? Formerly deep-dyed realists are producing novels so full of the tropes and fixtures and plotlines of science fiction that only the snarling tricephalic dogs who guard the Canon of Literature can tell the difference. I certainly can't. Why bother? I am bothered, though, by the curious ingratitude of authors who exploit a common fund of imagery while pretending to have nothing to do with the fellow-authors who created it and left it open to all who want to use it. A little return generosity would hardly come amiss.
Expect the literary types to acknowledge a debt to genre writers? Dream on!

Was amused (because I'd never given the matter much thought) to read about:
... the device known to science-fiction writers as "As you know, captain . . ." These are the scenes where one character explains to another character all about something the other character obviously knows. Realistic fiction, dealing with the familiar, seldom needs such a device, but imaginative fiction often has to explain what a hobbit or a light year or a limbic pathway is. And so we get dialogue beginning: "Oh, Spike, you know the theory," followed by a lecture on the theory. But even in the lectures Winterson's tone is lively.
Le Guin clearly approves of this literary author's foray into sci-fi!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Authors on the Underground

Imagine this. You're on your way home from a wild night out, and you've probably had a bit to drink. You decide to take the tube (or okay, the LRT) home. As you sit waiting for your train you notice a document on the bench next to you. You pick it up and find it is in fact the manuscript of an as yet unpublished novel by your favourite author ...

Of course, such things don't happen in real life. Or do they?

Monday, December 25, 2006

Christmas Fiction

In the mood for some good online reading? The book pages of the British newspapers have some great yuletide short stories, so put your feet up and enjoy:

The Blue Carbuncle, a Sherlock Holmes mystery by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on the Sunday Times site (and in a companion piece, Alexander McCall Smith examines the appeal of Conan Doyles' work).

The Times also has Jeanette Winterson's Christmas Carol.

An exclusive new short story by Helen Simpson, The Festival of the Immortals, appears on The Guardian site.

And Salley Vickers has written a short story called Mrs Radinsky especially for The Observer.

Enjoy!

Saturday, December 03, 2005

More Best Books

Can you bear more best books lists? Here's one from literary editor Boyd Tonkin in the Independent. Enough suggestions to bankrupt you before 2006 begins!

In the Times a delightful piece by Jeannette Winterson talking about the joys of books. (Hmmm ... did we need persuading?)

Sunday, July 17, 2005

In Case of Litfest Break Glass

Now everytime there's an article about a literary festival, I have to read it and take notes ... just in case .... just in case ... just ... (I really wouldn't be that rash ever again, would I? *Slaps hand across mouth in horror*)

But if I did I hope the event wouldn't be as straightlaced and sensible and let's face it ... predicitable ... as last time.

Wouldn't it be fun if it were more like the Port Eliot Literary Festival?:
Kunzru is a keen supporter of Port Eliot's philosophy of letting writers do something 'other than their ordinary shtick. It's not like Hay - you're unlikely to get anyone reading from their book; instead you'll get an author demonstrating how to make a martini-based cocktail. It's a great deal of fun,' he concludes.


Kunzru

Hmmm ... what can our local writers apart from read? Kutu guys, what are your hidden talents?

Jeanette Winterson in The Times also talks about literary festivals, though of the slightly more conventional kind.


Winterson
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t is a little bit strange that reading, which is the most solitary and private of acts, should translate into the gospel tent euphoria of the festival. This has happened because people love to be read to, as they did when they were kids; because they are curious to meet the writers who interest them; and most of all, because they are curious to meet each other. Reader’s groups and dedicated websites are about securing the connections that books suggest. All art is about connection, and in a world that often comes to us in bewildering fragments, the connections that art offers are increasingly necessary.

She also talks about how setting up such a festival does not need huge infusions of cash and need not be a "developed country" phonomena.

I have been told, by the cynics, that literary festivals can operate only in rich countries with time and money to spare, so that the thing becomes a kind of cultural health farm, where you go to shed an overdose of soap operas and tone some intellectual muscle.

I thought it would be interesting to put this to the test by accepting an invitation to Brazil for the Festa Literária Internacional de Parati, a festival just three years old, in a tiny town halfway between Rio and São Paulo.

Liz Calder, the Bloomsbury supremo who discovered Salman Rushdie and J. K. Rowling, has a house outside Parati, and decided to start a literary festival there because she thought “it would be good for everything”.

She had no money, she had no backers, but she knew that Brazilians love ideas and that they are open-minded. She launched the festival, and in the first year had 800 visitors, in the second year, 12,000, yes, that nought is 12,000, and now has so many people who want to come along, that they have big-screen monitors and overflow tents.

Enthusiasm makes all the difference. Here in Malaysia the cash can certainly be found with a little looking. But do we have an equal enthusiasm for intellectual engagement?