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nostalgia

Fin de ano in Summertown Costa

Fin de ano in Summertown CostaOriginally uploaded by mgharris


It’s usually more crowded than this…

If we’d got our act together and organised a babysitter we could be looking forward to a sizzling New Year’s Eve party tonight, at Vauxhall’s Club Colosseum, chez Salsa Republic.

But…pfahhh…London. Who’s got the energy?

So it’s a quiet night in with our youngest whilst Teenage Daughter stays up all night with her mates.

We’re going to close Costa…they’re trying to grab the chairs from under us.

Happy New Year, y’all. Hope I get to meet some of you in 2008.

MG
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raves

Hello world…

Being a writer of fiction I find that my natural propensity to daydream has now become a completely justifiable way to spend my time. I even get to give it diary time:

Daydream over a primo soy milk mocha in Summertown Costa.

I don’t read newspapers or print media much: to quote Comic Book Guy from a Simpson’s episode I recently glimpsed, “I get my news from the Internet, like any normal person.”  I don’t watch mainstream TV since we got SkyPlus – we program everything and then watch, often 3/4 episodes at a time, months after they were aired. (I haven’t seen the last 6 episodes of Life on Mars or Doctor Who yet…)…and I certainly don’t watch the news on TV. For us, SkyPlus has completed removed any notion of watching TV at a certain time (i.e. when your show is on, or when the news is actually on).

YouTube and blogs have eroded my attention span whilst on the computer, so that I am now addicted to short entertainment breaks during the working day.

I read The Spectator once a week, but skip the book reviews of very intellectual books that I’m unlikely to read, of art exhibitions I’m unlikely to attend, of operas and plays I’m almost certainly not going to see. And the bridge column… And since the Speccie stopped doing the one page review of the week’s news, I have only the vaguest notion of what is going on in the world.

Really I’m no different to when I was a scientist. I had my head down in science then, like most scientists. It’s a very intensive life; no matter how hard you work at it you’re forever behind in your reading. And I don’t mean about the real world. Forget that – who has the time? I mean the tiny field of your expertise. If you’re lucky it’s a matter of reading 5 or 6 high-impact papers per month. If you’re in some mega-trendy field that could be more like 20.

Once in a while I plug back into the world and it’s a revelation.

This week I watched BBC1 for a whole evening. I read a whole Saturday supplement of a broadsheet. I read Cosmopolitan cover to cover. The things I saw, heard and read! Pop music and the US elections and all the Big Ideas of 2007…fashion, makeup…and so much more.

I had this sudden flash of insight. For a few seconds the world made a brilliant kind of sense. I felt engaged – maybe once again – to the world that I normally wander through in a bewildered daze. I began to formulate ideas, felt the incipient scratchings of understanding…

And then it vanished, all of it, every scrap of connectedness.

Italo Calvino wrote a short story about this feeling. So I guess it’s not just me. Maybe we all wander around in this haze of awareness.

So who are all those people who walk around so confidently, who seem to know exactly what’s going on, how this all works and where to go for this’n’that and the other?

Is there maybe some podcast I can download that’ll scrape everything essential together; a quick guide for the bewildered, for fantasists like me?

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videos

Happy Christmas

Well, there’s just the present wrapping to do and we’re done!

Very tempted to go to midnight Mass. But not sure I can handle a third late night! We were all out yesterday at a friend’s house where we got together with mutual friends for drinks and munchies. At around eleven we had the idea to get our children (eight between us) to entertain us by playing their musical instruments. We tried this last year and they all grumpily refused. But this year they were happy to do it! We sat around for two hours, dazed and proud watching as the kids aged between 9 and 15 played piano, violin, recorder, trumpet, guitar and bongos – all from memory – the clever little poppets. It ended with a jam session on ‘Take Five’.

“This is what I dreamed it would be like to live in Oxford,” cried London-born Jane in delight.

That’s what I’m talking about. Make those music lessons pay!

Luckily they didn’t ask the grown-ups to perform.

Blog readers – I hope you all have a lovely Christmas break with your families and/or friends.

Here’s my favourite Christmas carol, sung by those fab choristers from King’s College.

Jesus Christ the Apple Tree (by Elizabeth Poston)
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ice shock nostalgia

Physics Department Carol Service and Tomas Luis de Victoria

For me, Christmas always begins with the Physics Department Carol Service in the Church of St. Mary the Virgin. Organised by atmospheric physicist, my old pal Jim Williamson and the former Secretary of the Bodleian Library, Charles Mould (who played organ at my wedding!), the impromptu choir consists of Jim’s friends from the Christ Church Cathedral Voluntary Choir, people from St Cross College like Becs and I (and indeed, Jim and Charles), and some physicists. We get together at 2.45pm for a very tightly managed rehearsal and the carol concert starts at 4.30pm. Afterwards choir and audience troop upstairs to the wood-panelled upper room and have wine and warm mince pies. It’s very seasonal!

The service is traditional style Lessons and Carols, like at King’s College Cambridge (but we have only two lessons). The Vicar of St. Mary’s takes the service, which always reminds me of my great affection for the Church of England. (I went to very High Church Anglican schools until I was 16.)

Thankfully I’ve been singing in this choir for about 19 years now…since I was a graduate student at St Cross. Only the fact that I’ve sung most of the difficult music before saves me, because as a sight-reader I am terrible!

This year though, Jim managed to pick a bunch of pieces I hadn’t sung before, or not for many years. Including the motet Hodie Christus Natus Est by Poulenc. I think we did it once before and I barely scraped through…

We also sang the motet O Magnum Mysterium by the sublime Spanish renaissance composer, Tomas Luis de Victoria. Victoria is one of my very, very favourites, in my opinion he’s better than Byrd, Tallis and even Palestrina. In fact, when I die, I want Victoria’s Requiem sung, with the deliciously gloomy Taedet, please, thank you very much, and lots of tears from my grieving relatives, okay?

Here’s the Taedet from Victoria’s Requiem sung by the brilliant Gabrieli Consort, including my friend the Chilean tenor Rodrigo del Pozo…who appears as a character in Joshua Book 2! (bringing some important and very surprising news to Josh and his mother…)

And here are the wonderful, sorrowful words in which someone asks of God – “What the heck do you know about our suffering? And who are you to judge?” – a thought that even the most devout believer will have at times of difficulty. I admire the lyric for its brutal honesty.

(translated from the Latin)
My soul is weary of my life;
I will leave my complaint upon myself;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me;
show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,
that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands,
and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Are thy days as the days of man?
are thy years as man’s days,
that thou inquirest after mine iniquity,
and searchest after my sin?
Thou knowest that I am not wicked;
and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

And for another treat, here’s the O Magnum Mysterium performed by a Spanish choir.

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writing

Should writers read ‘a lot’?

Well it’s a fairly commonly held assertion about writing. When asked for advice to an aspiring author, some respond with that: Read as much as you can.

But should you?

Meeting up with my old college pal Christian Pattison, one of the team behind punk-poetry-pop-art-literary magazine “The Illustrated Ape” (buy issue 24 – it has a story by me!) – we discussed whether or not we actually agreed with this.

We found that we didn’t.

“Writers in particular need to be very careful about what they read,” noted Christian. We were both commenting on how little we read these days, because of time constraints.

 In fact – I’d admit it – this year I’ve been working so hard on Joshua 2, Jaguar and the edit of Joshua 1 that I have read only 5 fiction books all year.

Harry Potter 7 by JK Rowling (juicy, satisfying conclusion to the series)
Darkside by Tom Becker (rollicking horror/adventure for children)
After Dark by Haruki Murakami (I love Haruki but this let me down…)
Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (beautiful, savage and sad…ahh, Gabo)
The Chase by Alejo Carpentier (terse yet densely descriptive also puzzling and evocative)

(I also re-read a few old favourites…)

Since what you read unquestionably influences how you write at the time, it’s important to choose carefully. Non-fiction is safer than fiction for a fiction writer. But once you’ve cracked the voice/style for your work in progress, you need to stay totally focused.

What we did agree was that writers need to have read a lot.

Christian and I both admitted to read nothing or close to nothing that is being currently written in English (as opposed to was written ages ago, or was written in another language and then translated). We agreed that if you’re serious about reading you should work your way through the great writers of the world, not just those who write in English. Mind you – easy for Christian to say – he’s got an degree in English Literature, so he’s read the canon, whereas I didn’t even do English Lit ‘A’ Level, so I haven’t…

I reminded Christian of the character in Murakami’s ‘Norwegian Wood’ who refuses to read any book that isn’t still considered a classic twenty years after the author’s death. That’s a good method for reading only brilliant books!

Anyway, we agreed that fiction writers should read:

comic books & non-fiction (for ideas), poetry and song lyrics, fiction that hardly anyone else is reading, the occasional zeitgeist-grabbing mega-blockbuster

The books that are being published now are written for people who like to read. They are not written for writers. Writers need to come up with engaging,  original stuff. If you read what everyone else is writing you will likely produce something not a million miles from that.

If you can get over the fact that when the subject of conversation turns to ‘have you read…?’ you are going to have to say ‘no’ and look thick/ill-read/have no further contribution to the conversation…then how about letting go the urge to join in?

(Before you decide whether to follow this advice – there’s plenty of advice which says you should read lots of books esp in the marketplace you’re aiming for.)