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A book at bedtime

sylvia rafaelOtherwise known as the tyranny of time.

Furiously writing, hoping to get the book finished by this evening but failed to. Got very close. By now, that old feeling is quite familiar whereby if the book is writing itself, it just blots all else out and the plot turns and twists this way and that until it spews you out the other end, not unlike a roller coaster. And interestingly, with relatively few typos. I’m making more in this post.

So, it did get to a natural end but unfortunately, as in real life, not an end which drew all threads together and resolved all things. In fact there were more questions at the end than there were at the start. Still about five pages short of where I wanted to be, the book stubbornly refused to move forward any more and I was resigned to leaving it at that, utterly knackered.…

The anti-heroine

I’ve been writing.

My first longer story after the saga and a few still to be edited short stories was a novella provisionally called Trust. It spluttered out after six chapters and has sat there with only one spark of further inspiration, until this week.

That spark of inspiration was to create an ongoing character who could appear in different stories, who would be female and she’d grow as a person over the journey. She’s not specifically this lady [too young and unblemished]:

mystery woman

Why Jeremy Clarkson is walking straight into an ambush

UPDATE: Delingpole

No doubt the Clarkson thing has long become tedious but then again:

1. New tidbits come out every so often;
2. The Beeb itself and how it operates now appears to be on the line.

This has implications now for the Beeb and PC land, it’s going to blow open. In a three-way discussion with Chuckles and haiku, the former wrote:

The moots will come down to why the BBC acted before any investigation, and why they cancelled the shows immediately, and why the punished viewers by cancelling the broadcast of already recorded programmes. i.e. pure ‘erasing from history’ in good communist fashion.

In fact, what we have here is the Beeb set-up, system of operation and luvvie law on the line and licence payers are therefore involved.…

Clarkson – bansturbators at it again


He should do the decent thing and resign.

So writes Guardianista PCist Deborah Orr [pictured]. Why? What has he done wrong? Reports are saying it was because the crew had been on location all day, apparently without tea, coffee, water, they’d come off and were usually then fed.

But the producer had failed to provide. On every other occasion, it seems, it was provided. This looks very much like a stitch-up to me. Just what did that producer actually say to provoke such an extreme reaction?

Perhaps suspension for the swing is right for some weeks but the producer should also be suspended, pending investigation into what he’d actually done. Does seem a stitch-up to me. And if that producer had failed to do his job and have the eats there for the team – why?…

Nero Wolfe as Medicine

One of the things keeping the spirits up has been Nero Wolfe [haiku and Chuckles might guffaw at this, after the initial post]

Looking back over the 27 episodes, the score hits you first, never the same intro, never the same music but given that most of it was composed or adapted by Michael Small it establishes the speak-easy tone without tying it to a decade. It’s vaguely 40s/50s.

Nero Wolfe

Never let it be said that James Higham does not admit when he is, on those rarest of occasions, wrong [quiet at the back there, cease that sniggering].

Chuckles wrote: “Moving on from Perry Mason …” and I replied: “One does not move on from Perry Mason.”

That may, at one time, have held water but it certainly does not now.

Authentic productions


Authenticity.  To me, it’s everything and so it seems to many of you too.

For example, the main reason the British version of Maigret – I mean the one with Michael Gambon, let’s leave the early version aside for now – was not so popular was that it was essentially a British police tele-drama, it did it really well, it was the best of British.

But that was the issue – it was British, not French, apart from the excellent opening credits. Similarly, van der Valk was excellent but the Dutchman was Barry Foster. To a native audience, a native production of an overseas book or series is fine but in this country, there are also people more discerning than that.…