One day last week I went to see one of my current faves, Warpaint, play, and they were delish. DELISH. Wonderful. Sexy, heady, lo-fi joy. The whole set was an unrelentingly hypnotic and cohesive wonder (as is the album). How/why, I hear you ask? Well, my friends, it is because they have harnessed a mood. That’s how/why.
Apologies for briefly turning this blog into a novel prize promoter, but another beginning-of-novel prize has come to my attention – the People's Novelist competition, run by The Alan Titchmarsh Show – which has basically the same requirements as thenextbigauthor.com competition, so I thought if anyone was to enter one they’d probably want to enter both.
Many aspiring writers, myself included, have fallen for the idea that to write anything interesting or of worth, you must be living on the edge in one of the world’s great capitals, sleeping by day and slave to the bright lights and pen by night. One must really live, one must really feel, one must drink and smoke by the Seine with one hand on an earth-shattering idea and one foot in a pit of destitution. How could one write in a daylight hours after a good night’s sleep and a morning of adaptive suburban socialising? I must be Hemingway: leaving my wife whilst fighting the Fascists and spending my last dime on the whisky that is ruining my life.
Why limit yourself to reality, when I know (I just know) that you can imagine so much more happening in your head?
There's a whole look of stuff that can happen to a whole lot of people in just an average day when you open the door to the surreal and nonsensical and dream-like, as hopefully today's book quote will illustrate...
Will someone please write a story about this woman? Look at these photos; clearly she has quite the story to tell and, according to Fed by Birds, the blog I found this on, she has [quote] 'the best wardrobe in the world'. I'm inclined to agree. She's certainly rocking the classic peacock-train-plus-jewelled-headdress-bare-feet-cigarette combo.
Using a day to represent a lifetime; a lifetime to represent an era; a man to represent a people; a place to a represent a country. Everything in Alexandr Solzhenitsyn's 'One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich' uses a part to represent a whole: it is synecdoche made Nobel Prize winner made compellingly readable book about the real experience of far too many Russians under Stalin in the first half of the twentieth century.