Source: A Paris Book Barge
The Little Paris Bookshop, is actually a barge, a book barge, in which Jean Perdu sells books to people who need them, he has a kind of sixth sense on what people are searching for, what ails them and how to match a book and sooth the heart of the ailing reader. The book barge is tied up on the river Sein in Paris where people can read and buy books. Perdu has a longing and loss for a girl he loved twenty odd years ago. When she left him, she left a note witch Monsieur Perdu, being devastated by her parting had refused to open.
One day a young, first time novelist, comes on board the book barge, he is in disguise but, Perdu recognised him as Max Jordan, who’s first novel is all the rage and he is a bit of a celebrity. He has lost something too, his muse, his inability to write a follow up book.
The book is about searching for something lost, about friendship and love, down through the waterways and canals of France on the book barge. This is a lovely whimsical novel, just when I thought I was reading something from the eighteen hundred’s, Perdu would mention a novel, Harry Potter or a Game of Thrones book and I’d remember it’s set in our time. That is not a criticism of the story telling, I think it is a plus, it makes the book seem timeless. I think this is a book for book lovers.
Source: A CHAT WITH… TRISH NICHOLSON
A lovely reflective and forward looking post.
I’m back at my desk today after a two week, festive season break from all things writing. I’m keen to get going on my 2016 writing plans and projects and to share these with readers of the blog as the year unfolds.
Yes, it’s going to be my diamond year, in the sense that it will be my sixtieth birthday in 2016 and I’m borrowing the ‘diamond’ tag from wedding anniversary classification. But more of that later.
But for this first post of the new year, I thought I’d pause to do a quick look back at 2015 first and then finish with how I intend to approach 2016.
The Year Just Ended
On a personal level, 2015 was the usual mix of ups and downs, both at the desk and in real life, but I’d definitely say the ups won and…
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I’m not a great fan of short stories preferring to read a long novel instead but, when I received an email from the publisher Myriad, announcing the release of a short story by Isabel Ashdown, I downloaded it to my Kindle and read it in two sittings, I would have finished it in one, if I hadn’t fallen asleep.
A Quiet Winter, is the story of Sarah Ribbons, whom we met previously in another Ashdown novel: Hurry Up and Wait. I was a bit disoriented at first, enjoying being back in Sarah’s company but, wondering what part of her life we were at. Then it came back to me, the first book was written in flashback so actually we were sort of up to date with her. Believe me it’s not confusing, I’m just dense, I started reading: Hurry Up and Wait again, just to get me on the right track and I can’t put it down.
A Quiet Winter, is a beautifully written short story for a cold winters night, a bit sad and melancholy, Sarah’s dad having passed away two years previously but, it’s not depressing, with a character you wish you knew and were friends with. One day at work while checking her inbox, she receives an email from an old friend asking her if she would like to accompany him to their school reunion. It is a short story so it would be foolish to spoil it by giving anything away, just enjoy it. If you read: Hurry Up and Wait, I guarantee you will love this. And I wonder, in the future, if we will get to be in Sarah’s company again.
On a beautiful late summer’s day, Kathy and I took a trip into Edinburgh for the Festival. In amongst the street theatre and the flyer vendors, I came across a poster for an exhibition at the Scottish National Portrait Gallery: Lee Miller & Picasso. At first I was disappointed that it wasn’t solely a Picasso exhibition, I would love to see one of those, however this is a wonderful exhibition with over one hundred pictures by Miller; a portrait of her, by Picasso, and one of his large drawings. Not much of the festival or the fringe interested me this year, as usual I went looking for Shakespeare, not comedy Shakespeare or a sketch show based on as many characters from his plays as could fit on a stage, hilarious as the flyer person said it was, just didn’t capture my imagination. No matter where it is, whether it is during the Festival, an exhibition or not, walking into an art gallery, is always an exciting pleasure for me and I was not disappointed with this one, this exhibition.
Lee Miller first met Pablo Picasso in the South of France in the summer of 1937. She took over 1,000 pictures of the Spanish artist and he painted her portrait six times. The photos are spread out over four or five rooms and really bring the artist to life, with his incredible eyes and his sense of fun. To be in his company must have been a joy. I’ve never looked at Picasso so closely before but, now when I read about him, everyone talks about his eyes and his flamboyant lifestyle, with his studio filled with guests watching him work. Among them was Roland Penrose, a British artist and champion of Surrealism who was travelling with Miller when they met Picasso. Penrose is featured in a lot of the photos, they eventually got married, after divorcing other people and she became Lady Penrose. There are many shots of Picasso in his studio, with paintings, you half recognise, all around the walls. There is a great little section of the painter with his old friend and early cubism partner, Georges Braque; they both have amazing, piercing eyes as they gaze at the camera lens. As you stroll through the rooms you feel as if you are getting to know the painter more and more; with family and friends, surrounding him on holiday or at his studio. He was a little barrel chest, powerful looking man; somehow, I think he looks like a genius.
The exhibition also looks at the life of Lee Miller. She was a beautiful woman and you can understand why Picasso painted her portrait so many times, although the one hung at the gallery is a very abstract painting. It was a great thrill to get so close to it, where you see the brush strokes so clearly, you can see strands of hair just underneath the paint, I stared at it for a long time. The lines of her mouth you can see were done by two single curving brush strokes; you can see where he put the brush on the canvas and just swiped it round like the curves of a moustache with the paint tailing off in thinning dots. In her early life, Miller was a successful fashion model before moving to Paris and becoming a photographer. During the Second World War she worked for Vogue magazine as a war correspondent. There is a great photo of her dressed up like a GI, surrounded by soldiers in amongst the ruined buildings of war.
The exhibition finishes on the 6th of September, a few days to go. Maybe it’ll tour, if it does, I urge you to seek it out.
Thanks to Wikipedia for refreshing my memory of Lee Millers early career, there is a lot of information online about her and a few books. She was an extraordinary woman and worth more study, I am so glad I saw this exhibition.
I think: Inside The Crocodile, is the authors third travel book and memoir, all three are brilliant and very different. From the trek in the high mountains of Bhutan to the Easter celebrations on the island of Mogpog in the Philippines, Trish Nicholson has given us some wonderful insights into a world of colour and beauty, a world way of the beaten track and educated us in cultures we may never encounter in our own travels.
Inside the Crocodile is the story of her five years working on a project funded by the World Bank, in Papua New Guiney. She seems to have an impossible job, with all the politicians and the ever-changing work force and bosses but, she is a very resourceful woman. From island hopping in small aircraft, landing on jungle grass strips, to beach to beach reaching communities by motor boat, she is determined to get the job done. There is time for “fun” with her brilliant description of a harrowing jungle hike, with a traversing over the thundering River Strickland on a very flimsy and dangerous rope and vine bridge, while managing to drag along one of their co trekkers, who have come down with, what appears to be malaria.
Malaria will play a part as the whole story unfolds, when Trish, nearly dies, suffering a bad bout that has been creeping up on her as the years go by. I really enjoyed this memoir, it is beautifully written, with wonderful passages describing the jungle; the plants, birds and wildlife, a crocodile under a blackboard included.