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In the words of the great Jon Stewart, I have the bubons.
Timing is pretty good at least. Better this week than next, when I’m due for a trip south for a little culture and fine food. But honestly, the bubons, in this case an old-fashioned achey, shivery dose of the flu, can go and get stuffed.
I have bookshelves to build, Olympics to watch and a life to change.
The former is relatively easy, the middle bit is a doddle, and the end bit is proving to be a little troublesome. Too many questions, not enough answers, at this point.
I am sitting here listening to an audiobook … Alan Bennett’s Diaries 1980-1990 … he’s a miserable bastard, but so clever with words and descriptions, and there’s something about his Leeds accent that I find oddly comforting. Go figure.
All hail the bubons, for giving me a good excuse to do what I’ve been doing all along since the End Times … sod all.
My third novel, A Long Time Coming, has been released by publisher Regal Crest, and is now available from your online bookseller.
It is available both in hard copy and e-book form from Bella Books.
It is available in hard copy and Kindle from Amazon, which is where I would recommend you get it from.
Hard copy is USD$14.95 and the Kindle is $9.99.
Go for it. Feel free to write a review for Amazon.
If anyone would like a signed copy, I have a limited number available. Drop me a line and we’ll talk postage, etc.
By the way, the version of ALTC available on this website is the very, VERY rough first draft and will, in fact, be removed shortly. The printed version is much better and differently constructed.
Let’s not talk about the plot … let’s talk about the words.
In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when that moment came, our lives — and time itself — would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible.
Tell me that doesn’t make you tingle. Tell me that isn’t the most exquisite use of language.
I want books that teach me words I’ve never heard or words I know but have never used. Words that add something to my existence. Words like susurrus, deliquescent, exegesis and lucubrations. I want books that use those words without pretention, without forcing them upon me.
Mr Barnes does that and so, so much more.
But time — how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time … give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.
You cannot resist this book. You cannot. Read it. Then read it again. Bathe in the words. You will not regret it.
Sadly the sequel isn’t a patch on the first book. I found it impossible to get worked up about any of the characters who all seemed unsympathetic and difficult to care about.
You’ll need to read Eighteen Acres first to have any clue about the doings of It’s Classified.
And the ending is a complete damp squib. I found myself trying to find the last chapter that surely must have been left out in the final edit.
Here’s the back cover blurb:
A Long Time Coming tells the story of Eve and Shelby, two women who meet as therapist and client, but whose friendship evolves beyond that into something much deeper. They see each other through break-ups, deaths, trauma and depression and fight through each obstacle, including the ethical constraints imposed by their professional relationship. Through 16 years of life experience, can their relationship stay strong and able to withstand all life throws at them?
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