West Cork Literary Festival 2013-Part Two

It has begun raining here and Bantry is a memory of heat and sun and niceness.

Bantry was brilliant this year, probably because I sat a class with John Mac Kenna. He gave us homework, which seemed like a pain at the time but it was hugely beneficial and created lovely memories sitting with my husband at the top of the Maritime Hotel looking out over Bantry Bay. Pure bliss.

Deborah Levy was a recent read of mine, I had been sent her short story collection Black Vodka from her publishers and other stories and was on a mission it to finish it before Bantry as Deborah was going to be reading there.

She read a few of her stories in the Bantry Library. She definitely was my reading of the festival. Her stories were emotionally heightened by the way she read them, she is a witty woman and was utterly relaxed as she performed. We got to ask questions after and I had to ask about one of her stories. She answered it well and I wondered if authors get annoyed by the fact that readers don’t sometimes get their meaning fully and may interpret something else from it instead. She signed my book afterwards and I spotted her mingling with the biggies, Ann Enright, Nurrudin Farah and Louise Doughy in the Maritime Bar afterwards.

Also, that week we went to the Launch of Organico Cafe’s Letter Writing Cafe with Phillip Hensher speaking on the merits of handwriting.

The cafe gives out free letter writing kits every year and will even post your letters during the festival I sent one to my Aunty in Canada, it does feel off to hand write! I am not sure if Phillip convinced Simon as he wrote him a letter speaking about the benefits of technology. We haven’t heard back yet but I will keep you posted!

I couldn’t possible talk about all the other things in Bantry like the morning walks down the harbour, the fish and chips and visit to Bantry Museum. I’ve put a montage together of all the moments so enjoy! Get yourself down to Bantry next year!

 

 

 

 

West Cork Literary Festival 2013-Part One

West Cork Literary Festival 2013-Part One

It is over. It is sad.  I am at home but at least the sun is shining. How awful if I had returned home to rain.

The week was wonderfully amazing. Jam packed with free and paid events. A buzz of holiday saturated Bantry. Meeting with friends and debating and reading and writing.

In the last post, I told you about how we landed on the Sunday night, the launch and opening of the Festival in Bantry Library. We got all snazzed up in our best clothes and Simon went over dressed as is his lovely style. Ruth Paddell opened the festival and the J.G. Farrell award for fiction was awarded. There was excitement and wine, we had an early night as we were starting writing school the next day in the community college.

John Mac Kenna Writing Class

I decided to take a writing class this year. As you know, I am quite preoccupied by short stories and was delighted to see that John Mac Kenna was going to be my teacher. John was teaching the class “Where do short stories come from?”

By the end of the week, my fellow students and I were fully convinced that character driven stories are the way to go for the reader and the writer. We wrote, told stories, tried out new things, had our work critiqued and even did some homework in the evenings. John was a most excellent and modest teacher. He was hard on our work but gave positive feedback if it needed. I really liked his style as I don’t like the softly softly approach at all. I like the balanced approach he took and it worked. I have the makings of a story and he has asked us to send it on to him by a deadline.

Fish Publishing Launch of Anthology 2013

One of the highlights of Bantry is always this event. I was especially excited as a friend of mine, David had one of his stories included in the anthology. He read superbly and he wrote a hilarious story based on crazy housewives. Worth checking out. Humour is hard to do, for me so well done to David. There was a good mix of stories, memoirs and poetry but the Flash 2013 winner stole the show for me. I was very teary after Ken Elke’s Sisyphus and the black holes flash piece. Powerful and emotive. Just what flash should be. No need for a joke or trick ending. No need for much action, Ken’s piece verged on prose poetry and I think we can predict some more cool stuff from this guy. You can see a sample of his work here and here or buy the anthology at fishpublishing.ie

We spent the evening with some friends in the Fish Kitchen Restaurant, which is the finest in Bantry and beyond. Really, really good fish, which is lucky and a superb lemon thing with biscuit of some sort for dessert. Drinks were had in the beer garden of Ma Murphy’s Pub, the place to be. It was packed with writers, readers and locals.

Though I had no Kevin Barry to bond with this festival, I had some great chats with Dave Lordan over the week. You may know him from many things poetic and creative like but the most recent is his book of ranty fiction, First Book of Frags. It is a work of craziness, fun and satirical rants. His writing is so hyped up that you might feel a bit nervous about speaking to him. But, he actually is a lovely, no ego type and quirky in a mannerly gentleman kind of way. I hope he loves all those adjectives!

I look forward to speaking more to him at other events. His new anthology with RTE Radio 1 and New Planet Cabaret comes out in September. I hope he gets a break as he never seems to stop working! He spent the week teaching teenagers about stories and creativity. I missed their performance as we had to leave on Friday afternoon but I am sure he will be blogging about it at his blog davelordanwriter.

Just a taste for you, next week, I will be blogging about the festival and the many free events, novel in a year, Bantry Museum, the Letter Writing Cafe at Organbico, the lovely Deborah Levy, Open Mic and doing shots with Ann Enright.

P.S. Spot the untruth there above.

 

West Cork Literary Festival 2013-Opening Reception

The vibe was holiday abroad as we pulled into the fabness that is the town of Bantry. Last year, we had only stayed for two days but we were dying to return and do a workshop.
Last year, I met and interviewed my literary-crush, Kevin Barry. He is now the whole world’s literary crush and he has won about 1.3 million Awards.
I’m registered for the John Mc Jenna Short Story workshop, it starts at 9 so we took it easy tonight. We headed up to the Official Opening Ceremony in the library where Ruth Paddell’s poem “Mill Wheel at Bantry” was read by herself and the winner of the JG Farrell Fiction Award was announced.
We munched on our dinner of fish in the famous O Connor’s Seafood Restaurant with some friends. It was entirely blissful, we will be back and probably tomorrow.
Life is good in Bantry.

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Review: Black Vodka:10 short stories by Deborah Levy

Black Vodka:10 short stories by Deborah Levy

In preparation for Bantry and the West Cork Literary Festival 2013, I have been reading Black Vodka-ten short stories written By Deborah Levy. Deborah is reading at the festival and not only that her Black Vodka collection has been shortlisted for the Cork International Short story award this year,along with five others. Black Vodka was also shortlisted for the BBC international short story award in 2012 so it was well time for me to read it.

Deborah demonstrates her writing prowess by moving along in an easy to read and sometimes more complex and mystifying style. The stories are also nicely made up of longer ones and more concise ones, which is a mixture I like.

The title story, Black Vodka is a story about a young advertising executive who also has a physical deformity, a hunchback. From the opening paragraphs, we are being brought into the world of tenseness, advertising and superficiality. Where appearances matter and are dissected  and used. Levy uses the narrator and his “little hump on his back, a mound between his shoulder blades” to point out the obsession of celebrity and appearance. The narrator meets a girl, Lisa who is instantly attracted to and she him. But, she seems most obsessed with his hunchback and she ” doodles a…sketch…of a naked hunchback man, with every single organ of his body labelled.” Underneath, she writes the words “homo sapiens” Is Levy trying to get all moralistic and preachy with the reader? Is there to us than an image? A first glance? Are we in danger of becoming a slick marketing plan and don’t we all fall into this?

It has a very European feel to it, settings move from Prague in the story Shining a light to Vienna in the same title to the cool cityscape of London in Stardust Nation.

What I liked most was the way that this collection pushes and pushes the themes and contents of each short story. There is a wild sense of imagination in each story, charting the possibilities, hurt and constraints of love. This is a short story collection about love but never conventional. Levy’s writing is controlled and describes in a plain, direct way. Again, a feature I like. I cannot stand to have to consult the dictionary on my phone so much that I lose my way in a story.

For me, there are two stand out stories. We have Cave Girl, a very contemporary story of forbidden and weird love between a sister, Cass and her brother. The sister decides to have a complete surgical( we are led to believe) make over. Her brother wonders if

the surgeon slopped her into a stainless-steel tray?

Cass is a brand new person and her brother starts to fall in love with the type of girl that men seem to prefer. The brother says that

Cass doesn’t have opinions;she listens to what I have to say as if I have more important.

The problem is that now she is the type of girl that other men like to and she makes room for everyone now that she is the perfect girl. This is a story about mortality and retaining the way you look forever. The narrator asks for help from the Ancients, this is where the story deepens in the last paragraph. The Ancient would:

have answers to where souls go after death and how people transform themselves from one thing to another.

The narrator is scared of life and of death. He wonders if he is scared of the dark and things lurking in the sea. Things are not so simple now as the days of Cave girl, the narrator looks back and remains in the past.

The other beautiful and gracefully told short story I was struck by was Roma. Its opening hooked me.  The husband who is going to betray her is standing inside the city of Roma. A woman dreams her husband is being unfaithful, it is a vivid and true dream and she wakes but the traitor is lying beside her.

The dream merges with reality throughout the holiday, we do not know if she is imagining or has she entered her dream again? Levy is an incredibly poetic writer and this shines out in this tight piece of writing. the drenched succulents and rotting fishing boats have the same atmosphere of betrayal she experiences in her dream.

She stares into the shallow of the salt lagoon. A stork stands in the mud.

The narrator’s isolation and growing hatred of her husband and his sins are becoming apparent through these type of sentences. We get a resolution at the end yet the wife and husband cannot communicate the rationale behind their infidelity or dreaming. They keep a piece of themselves back.

She does not tell him that she has been standing outside the city of Roma.

There is much to like in Black Vodka. I loved the range and boundary pushing of each story, theme, characters, locations that have been created. I loved the shortness of some of the pieces and the poetry of some. I loved the range in writing that Levy shows without forcing the need to be quirky. She is naturally so, I would think that she just muses differently to others. Some of her stories are pieces that need to be re-read, dissected and discussed but all are brilliant examples of the confusion of modern love and relationships. A unique but universal collection. I am really looking forward to hearing her read her stories as this always cements their connection with me and the story.

Black Vodka by Deborah Levy is published by and other stories and can be purchased on kindle, amazon and andotherstories.org or pop down to Bantry and hear her read and get your own copy signed!

History Festival of Ireland in Duckett’s Grove

For the second year( I think!) running the History Festival has been drawing in the crowds of history buffs, professors, nerds and this year-a Rozzie!

Our friend, Terry, who may or may not be happy for mentioning him decided to go this year. And about time, he is officially one of those people who can call themselves a Historian!

Duckett’s Grove is ruined mansion and gothic revival castle with pleasure gardens to boot. It also has a most tempting Tearooms ran by the lovely Madeleine Forrest who bakes naughty and non naughty treats every Sunday, all day. And quite easily, the best coffee served in a big, hearty mug and a bit of chat from herself!

Fifty leading historians and thinkers from Ireland, the UK and the USA all came along to entertain the packed out crowds over the weekend of 15-16 June and there was a great range of debates, discussions, readings and interviews.

First, we went to the Kavanagh epic one-man poetic play, The Great Hunger. It went down well and Peter Duffy who took on the solo roll was outstanding. Afterwards, we sauntered onto a whole heap of events from a genealogy clinic appointment to a live chat with Nicky Byrne from Westlife and his family who were brought up in tenement Dublin. When I saw his name first, I wasn’t keen as their music wouldn’t be my thing but Turtle Banbury, the curator of the festival kept it lively and history focused and fun! He was aided  by Nicola, Morris, the director of  Timeline Research. Terry went to loads of other “serious history events, like” and he left Carlow a right, little, happy historian.

It was €20 for a day pass which gave you entry to the plays, debates, clinic and films that were being shown all day through. Brilliant value and fabulous setting. We are proud people in Carlow. Don’t miss the next one!

 

Review:Bloodlines by Joyce Russell

Review:Bloodlines by Joyce Russell published by Mercier Press

Joyce Russell released her set of short stories, Bloodlines last year at the Cork International Short Story Festival. She is quite the interesting character; Born in  North Yorkshire, a  journalist and writer. She is also gardening correspondent with The Southern Star.

She had been writing stories for over a decade and this is the part that fascinates me most. Stay with me on this one.

At the back of the collection, a list of Joyce’ accolades are given. She has been shortlisted or won many prestigious short story competitions. From Fish Publishing, Sean O’ Faoilean, Francis Mac Manus, Bridport Prize and the Real Writers competition.

The collection is called Bloodlines and the themes are unmistakably centered around family, blood connections, maternal, paternal, the child and the I, the innocent and love between all of these things. I am unsure to whether Joyce was working to a collection as she sent stories into magazines or competitions but these themes must have meant everything to her writing life as each story shines clearly with them.

It is wonderful for the reader to have an implicit connection of the themes. Some short story anthologies take more to work out while others have little to connect the writer’s voice and his/her motifs.

But, most strongly what comes out of these tales are the female voice as a child, a teenager and an old woman. Joyce writes mostly from the first person and pulls off the difficult child narrative again and again, without once failing.

Joyce is a lover of nature and this glistens throughout, she is an image maker but a simple one. She does not use demanding vocabulary unless the story demands it.

In Blood Red is a story of a teenage narrator and her mother. The narrator cannot communciate what she needs to her mother. Her mother has a way of dealing with big issues in life, mostly just to ignore.

She puts her hands over her ears or sings when bad news comes on the radio. The twin towers are still standing in her head.

The conflict happens when the narrator gets herself into a trouble that she feels will need an honesty her relationship with her mother does not share.

Some people say that their mother is their best friend, but I know they are wrong…There is no way I could talk to her about anything else. It’s so easy to hide what people don’t want to see.

But, the mother comes good, in the end and deals with the potentially life-wrecking situation in her own way. This way suits the daughter and mother as this is their life and there way of dealing with challenges. The reader will judge but will agree with the mother by the end.

In Walking Backwards, the story reflects on the most important thing in life. This story is about the protagonist, a young girl and her mother. There has been a loss. The father has dies some time ago and there have been changes in the way the protagonist sees her mother and her life. She is now a lonely child that travels on the same bus route every day, avoiding school, avoiding the real problem at home. She ruminates about the last day on earth constantly to the point that the reader may be lead into thinking something morbid is going to happen. Joyce twists the story at a gentle angle and the ending does not seem forced or as if a trick has been played on the reader. It seems natural.

Though, this collection is predominately proud of its maternal and feminine theme, Joyce also features stories that go away from this female theme. In Light, thought and Evelyn, we see the quirky side of Joyce’s style come out. Evelyn works in a restaurant of some sort and she dreams every night of creating the world from scratch, like a deity. In Comparable, identical, One and the Same, we look into a world of isolation in the school yard and meet a girl who has a father she is ashamed of. She is aware of herself and her family and their difference in the world. She is sitting in the car, ready to go into school, her father lies snoring beside her.  A universal theme of cliques and isolation is dealt with in a light and speedy way as she looks out and observes the girls going into school.  We see the awfulness of those girls who

wear trainers. Some have blank, clonky shoes with fat heels. She knows about sets from maths. the clonkies are a set. The trainers are a much bigger set. the two don’t overlap.

Lilli has it figured out quickly and the story ends as gracefully as she does.

The stand out story, personally, is Changes of Light. A story about a piece of land, like every good Irish short story! A daughter and her father look over the land and house that she is about to buy. This is where Joyce’s strength is shown. We see the landscape through each character’s eyes.

 

I knew he was seeing small steep fields where  a sheep could break a leg. I could see his gaze scouring for topsoil, trying to spot one small place where a hayfield might grown.

We hear what they are thinking and feel inclined to take sides, we empathise.

I wanted my father to see what I saw. I wanted him to fall in love with the high clouds and the sweet taste of the pure air as it entered his lungs.

Good story telling needs to get the reader to feel and connect with their characters and in Changes Of Light, this is done without sentimentality.

There are sixteen well crafted stories here, blending the full spectrum of emotions and feelings that come with being part of a family or a parent. This is a collection that will not age and will stand up well to time, binding the generations together.

You can buy Bloodlines from excellent bookshops, Mercier Press directly or from amazon a ebook or paper.

 

 

 

 

 

Flash mob blog is coming at you!

The flash mob blog is launching in the next few hours. It may even be up by the time the post goes up. It’s national flash day this Sayurday, 22nd June so get flashing!
Or even write a short story at about 500 words.

http://flashmob2013.wordpress.com/

Lovely interview with Susan Stairs on TV3 Ireland AM

Have a look at this interview with Susan Stairs on TV3 Ireland AM. I love Marc Cagney’s statement about Susan’s book and that she is aiming to be ” a writer whose book is not left behind in a hotel in Marbella”

True but miaow to those authors that do have their books left behind in any hotel, never mind Marbella.

Susan’s book will not be left behind in any hotel!

http://www.tv3.ie/3player/show/184/64120/1/Ireland-AM

Telemtale Bloomnibus ebook from the Irish Writers’ Centre

Ebook

To celebrate Bloomsday the Irish Writers’ centre asked 18 writers to do some work on Ulysses , to modernise it.

Each writers took an episode and situated the chapter in a present Dublin. It is a lovely, little read and if you want to get your fix of writers like Nuala Ni Chonchuir, Niamh Boyce or Christodoulous Makris then download the kindle ebook edition here. About £2 sterling so you really won’t miss it. My stand out story was one by usually a poet, Colm Keegan. He writes the story without taking away or copying the Ulysses chapter, Nestor. He makes it and brings it on. Really nice, haven’t read prose from him since the Silver Threads of Hope anthology where his story Yes made me feel and tingle.

Hope you had a very happy Bloomsday!

Festival of Writing and Ideas in Borris House

We are lucky people in Carlow. We have the best literary festival in the best venue with some of the best writers in the world! But, let’s not forget the ideas, this is a festival of writing and ideas.

The setting of Borris House is perfect for lounging, reading, chatting, eating or doing nothing while you wait for the next speaker or reader to come on.

. We arrived on Sunday morning and were ushered into the Sunday Service-a ceremony for a Godless congregation. It was full of songs, happiness, morals and no religion. Although, it was in a church and it has that religious feel about it, I felt unburdened by the “New beginnings” theme. There was much to take from it and we left buzzing!

We had brought a bag of random things for a picnic-tinned tuna and spelt bread and they tasted so good in the sunshine. But, we had to rush them down as Donal Ryan was up next, he was sharing the stage with John Lancaster. Fintan O Toole was doing the interviewing. It was highly enjoyable, they all bonded well and Fintan kept the feel light and interesting. Had a brief hello to Donal afterwards and he was most nice and down to earth. I have yet to meet a non-down to earth author but I am sure I will one day and will be dreadfully upset.

We spent the rest of the day reading and had a walk down through the village of Borris. It is a beautiful village, made even nicer by the sun! We finished up the day with a spot of dinner from the Vendor-BBQed lamb, new potato salad, greens and tomatoes. Divine.

You really have to make it down to the Festival next year, it is going to grow and grow and I predict it booming next year. Well done to Hugo Jellett, the brain child of this.

Have a listen to “What a wonderful world”, one of the songs we sang at the Sunday Ceremony. Tis true.

http://youtu.be/E2VCwBzGdPM