In this ludicrously unlikely sci fi disaster novel, a bat disease is killing off human beings in numbers & climate change has begun to destabilise the earth's axis. At the same time society is presented as stable & as if nothing has changed. One star.
This cat needed a desk from which to run his crime syndicate. He has invented crimes so new no one understands them yet. It's a complex business, but it gives him a certain amusement.
We took in a foster cat this week and I can’t tell you how much joy he is giving me. He is a grade A beefcate with zero neck and a delicate little meow like the tinkling of a bell. Here he is completely owning John’s desk area. John took his work and moved TO THE FLOOR.
Once again thinkin’ about the giant western red cedar trees that washed up on La Push beach in Washington and how vast and terrifying the ocean truly is.
A book is weird because you finish it 18 months before it comes out. Also your life changes twice while you're writing it. & you're writing another book at the same time anyway. & both ideas are 12 years old by now. Like that.
I cannot possibly begin to answer all these great tweets tonight--for one I am too drunk--but thanks, everyone! & please: that entire shortlist was packed with books I'd have been proud to review, by brilliant writers. So you know what to do!
Learning to write publishable material is essentially a social process. It's like learning to say, "Oh not so bad, not so bad," when someone asks you how you are, rather than actually telling them anything.
Do you get your account instantly suspended if you type the words, "Just another idiot-savant who lucked out picking the low-hanging fruit of digital capitalism then mistook himself for the centre of the universe"?
A Ballard story. Astronomy retreated to remote places to avoid light pollution but was finally finished off by curtains of satellite junk. Kerans the last astronomer ranges the high deserts with a telescope mounted on the back of a KAMAZ-4911, looking for the golden window...
75 in a few days' time. You arrive there & find you still have potential & think of yourself as having a future & a need for change. Thanks to everyone who understands & supports that.
The thing that gets clearer & clearer as you get older is to keep developing. As long as they don't like what you're doing now, they'll love it in 20 years time, just the way they're now loving what you did 20 years ago.
Age strips away the number of things you can be bothered to argue about. In that, it's like being young all over again. As a response, "Oh for god's sake fuck off," seems to do well enough at both ends of life.
CEO Jack Dorsey said Twitter is looking to change the focus from following specific individuals to topics of interest, acknowledging that what's incentivized today on the platform is at odds with the goal of healthy dialogue
Probably just being paranoid but it does seem to me that the French players are quite blatantly trying to get the ball off the English players & run with it to the other end of the field? & isn't that precisely the sort of thing we had Brexit to prevent?
If you've waited for a certain level of evidence of things being bad, you're already too late. The last forty years is littered not just with dead canaries but dead miners.
I forgot this. I was watering the garden the other evening & a blackbird came & sat on the fence not two feet away from me, looked me in the eye & *sang*. I mean, you can laugh all you like but I want to be hearing that sound when I die.
Don't quite feel as if I'm here any more, but don't quite feel I'm anywhere else either. Twitter's like an empty institutional corrider down which you still catch the odd glimpse of people you used to see all the time. You wave & call out.
Is he a clever professional clown or is he falling to bits. You'll never know. The effort to understand that, while he turns the world to shit around you, produces a kind of vacuous unease that never peaks as terror. It's an actual nightmare.
Terrific work here. Places you recognise with a shiver even if you haven't been there. The river of cars in the flooded quarry is straight out of Climbers or Signs of Life. Facets of landscape both those books were trying to feature.
This is a novel & one of the best I've read. I don't mean the contents of the sign or guesses at the situation. I don't mean it can be *developed* as a novel. I mean this, as it is, without interference, is a novel. I'm giving up now this novel has been written.
Or to fail to find it & not be made whole, or to find it was never missing or never existed, or find it was the wrong forest, or the wrong idea about forests, or the wrong idea about people or wholeness...
‘All tales are at some level a journey into the woods to find the missing part of us, to retrieve it and make ourselves whole. Storytelling is as simple - and complex - as that. That's the pattern. That's how we tell stories.’ John Yorke, Into the Woods.
#folklorethursday
My birthday. I'm 3/4 the way through the oddest novel I ever wrote. I don't care who I am any more. I've got Rhiannon Giddens' "Ruby" turned up to 11 & I'm wondering why people like her aren't in charge of the world. It's sunny.
The most successful people I've met were
Largely uninhabited
Nematode dependent
Sublunary
Shaped like pie
Next
Forthright but dishonest
Boxy in wrist & ankle
A few standard deviations away from the model being tested
Stylistically underprepared
Dense in a way I couldn't define
The god knows how many millionth writing tip: I hate self help & all kinds of positivity cheer-up language, but you've got to be on your own team & more importantly you've got to be sure your team is on your team too, rather than you being on theirs.
Taken on Golders Green high street by a friend of my uncle's: cop writes up shopkeeper for drawing *in chalk* lines to keep her customers two metres apart.
Just to remind you that the decent world has been an eighty year blip. You’ll all be glad to know that things are getting back on an even keel. The right people are in charge again and the wrong people are beginning to be taught their proper place.
1/ They weren't prepared--that is they never intended--to be in charge of any situation than the one they'd already defined: capture the castle, do the ideology thing. I don't think they actually expected to have to run a country.
There is something very special about seeing a
#Roman
mosaic peek out of a trench during excavations - in this case, from a Roman villa located in a vineyard at Negrar di Valpolicella (Italy). The colours are just amazing
#MosaicMonday
Photos: Comune di Negrar di Valpolicella
THREAD: IMF warns of 'fundamental shift' from stable predictability, to an age of breakdown, economic volatility, geopolitical confrontations, natural disasters – "a world in which any country can be thrown off course more easily and more often” 🧵/1
We always said: nothing will get done until people can actually see it happening. Now we know that nothing will get done even when people can actually see it happening. This gives you a really mixed set of feelings.
A benefit of ageing is the growth of a sense of freedom. A disadvantage is that you can no longer generate energy from always moving forward, because there's a kind of equal & opposite sense of a decreasing amount of space to move forward into.
Seeing people come to buy fish and handing the owner, money, this cat went out and got a leaf to pay for her fish. On the first day, the owner of the shop thought this was very cute, so he gave her a small fish. Now everyday this cat comes in to buy a fish with a leaf.
"One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now."
–– Annie Dillard
I've never in my life needed to use the A15, surely there's no case for wasting public money on it. Or for that matter, on any of the roads around Lincoln.
It's not horror, it's not sci fi, it's not a subtly Lovecraftian romp, it's not hauntology, it's not psychogeography, it's not a romance. It broke all those things. The Sunken Land Begins To Rise Again. Gollancz 2020, & I'll be reminding you about it at intervals until then.
Seventy years of decent, humane healthcare & a functioning infrastructure, gone. We put it there & now we're being conned into letting them take it away. Excuse me if I go somewhere & just, basically, cry.
As far as "pop culture" is concerned, moral binaries exist so the violence can take place. It's a mistake to assume that the moral quarrel is the content. The violence is what moves the product. Good vs bad is a textual mechanism that enables & releases the violence.
Waking up & starting a new day has become an interestingly weird process in that you can't quite believe what's happening around you, or, really, work out a convincing explanation of why things got the way they are. Must have been like this in Germany in the 1930s.
I've been doing what I do for getting on 60 years. Along with one or two other big changes in my life, coming here & meeting people has made me more aware, more lively, more committed to doing it. Twitter is crap for your grammar but good for your sense of direction.
A famous rock climber once advised me sadly, never turn the thing you love into the way you earn your living. He was ten years younger than me & I'd already done it twice. You never learn.
I'm finding it harder & harder to look at this picture. But it needs to be looked at squarely, & faced up to; & these two brave women are saying what needs to be said.
Some days you switch on, look at today's content, then switch off again & resolve to go on a very long walk, on not very much money, with no destination planned, for the rest of your life, with maybe quite a small bag, because that would be a better use of yourself.