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I Love Paris

27 Saturday Feb 2016

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Americans, crowd-funding, Eurostar, Paris, Pere Lachaise, publishing, short stories, terrorism, Unbound

I just got back from Paris. A quick weekend away with girlfriends. I didn’t go to Paris until I was 18 years old (in truth I didn’t go much of anywhere before then, except to see relatives in Northern Ireland!). I have been back many times since that first visit thirty years ago. Back then we had about £10 each to spend and an address scrawled on an envelope of a friend of a friend who’d put us up. Of course they weren’t in. They’d gone out of town for the weekend. We spent one night on the staircase of their apartment block and cut the trip short by a day. Still, it was Paris!

I haven’t been to the city for about ten years, barring the terrifying peripherique, which has regularly challenged my sanity/marriage/holiday spirit. This time I went by Eurostar and was capital to capital in less than three hours. This always delights and amazes me. We stayed near Strasbourg St Denis and it was great, a cheap budget hotel, right in the centre, lovely cafes, real French people (including those of the oldest profession), it felt proper, authentic, un-glitzy.  I know it was February and a bit chilly but I was surprised by how few tourists there were. I didn’t hear a single American accent and Paris, like Rome, is usually full of them. It was quiet, too quiet for business. I have a friend who works in the travel industry and she says business is down by about 70%. My friends and I discussed this over one of our 2 hour french dinners. Is it really fear of terrorist attack? It’s a bit ridiculous if it is. What would happen if everyone stopped visiting the States because of gun crime? Actually, that makes more sense, given the weekly massacres. My girlfriends and I all lived in London during the mainland IRA campaign, the underground was suspended regularly and any stray bag brought evacuation to our offices but we didn’t barely noticed at the time. Terroism doesn’t scare me paarticularly, it’s not as if it’s a daily occurence here, we have it easy compared to other countries. In fact the attacks last year made me want to go back to Paris. I felt like I’d neglected her.  As Victor Hugo wrote,

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.  

You can’t let your life, or holiday choices, be dictated by fear. Everyone visit Paris, she looks lonely.

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On the last day we made an express visit to Père Lachaise Cemetery,  you might think this is an odd tourist destination but I’ve been three times now! We weren’t the only ones there either. Its graves are crumbling, over-crowded and eerily beautiful. Chopin, Oscar Wilde, Edith Piaf, Flaubert and many more are buried there if you have a map and a few hours. We didn’t have much time so we only wandered about a bit and went to see Jim Morrison. I have written  a short story about someone being possessed by the spirit of Jim Morrison after standing on his grave. That story is in my collection In The Future Everyone Will Be Famous For Fifteen Minutes. I have been trying to find a publisher for it for about a year and I’ve just learned that it has been accepted by Unbound which is a cutting edge crowd-funding publisher. I am very excited by this news, it looks like an interesting and innovative way to get books that are outside of mainstream publishing into the hands of readers. I will be posting about this throughout the process. Thanks Unbound. And Vive La France!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nothing Lasts Forever

13 Saturday Apr 2013

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Black Rock, Brighton, Brighton Marina, cemeteries, Elvis, fame, Highgate, Louis Walsh, Pere Lachaise, sand, Sand Sculpture Festival, Sinatra, X Factor

On Thursday my friend Lisa and I went to the Brighton Sand Sculpture Festival at Black Rock. The sky was blue for a while and the kids needed a run around so we drove to the Marina and took the short walk to the exhibition. The perimeter wall had a sign on it asking graffiti artists to use the wall inside as an outlet for the artistry, a gesture which has resulted in a colourful backdrop inside. When we got to reception we were told that entry had been reduced because the previous night’s storm had damaged some of the exhibits, we could use our tickets again when the sun was out and the sculptures had been remodelled but for now some of the work wasn’t at its best. We went in anyway and we weren’t disappointed.

The theme this year is music. The first sculpture we saw was of the X-Factor judges but the storm had taken Louis Walsh’s head clean off! Simon and Cheryl seemed oblivious to their cohort’s de-capitation but our party found it hilarious, a fitting comment on the musical legacy of the TV show, and that judge in particular. 2013-04-11 15.14.35

The sculptures are made by compacting sand through various stages until it is solid enough to carve. It all looks amazingly clever and time consuming. Many of the works are as intricate as any stone sculpture. We saw a sphinx-like Beethoven, beautifully rendered tributes to the Cavern Club, superstar DJs, 1970s glam and 1990s Brit Pop battles. There’s an amazing recreation of the Abbey Road cover (though there were only three Beatles for some reason) all flowing hair and flares that gave the impression of actual movement. Sand noise explodes from Jimi Hendrix’s guitar; Beyoncé’s butt undulates in smoothed grains.

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It was time for a cup of tea. The kids played in the enormous (and quite damp) sandpit with spades and moulds provided and we headed to the tea bar. One of the artists sold us tea and asked us if we were enjoying the sculptures. We told him we were and that we actually liked the effect of the crumbling sand, that it seemed a fitting comment to the impermanence of the subject matter. He wasn’t so keen, there’s nothing good about Elvis losing his head. But I disagree, though I would like to see the exhibition in its restored glory, the damage makes it look like the tributes of an ancient civilisation, with much in common with Mayan temples or the pyramids. The crumbling effects of time have been accelerated by the use of sand and the famous should take note, nothing lasts for ever no matter how big you are.  I am particularly interested in fame at the moment; I’m working on a collection of stories about famous people. The famous characters are not the important ones though, the stories are all about ordinary people who come across the famous in their everyday lives, and it could be an obsession with an actress, a chance meeting with someone well known or just events unfolding during a TV show. The famous in these stories are transient, impermanent, a bit like the sand sculptures. Frank Sinatra is there but his face isn’t, Elvis has left the building but the man who sweeps the floors is still there.2013-04-11 15.14.05

As the sea mists rolled in the place took on the aspect of one of the famous cemeteries, Pere Lachaise or Highgate, very spooky and melancholy, we left taking with us happy and sand-covered children and leaving behind a sand sea-turtle and a tunnel to Australia. I would recommend this as an afternoon out, storm damaged or not. It runs until September and you can see work being carried out on the sculptures until the end of April. For details visit http://www.brightonsandsculpture.co.uk/

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Starlings has been long listed for the 2012 Edge Hill University Short Story Prize in a year with a record number of entries, sharing company with entries from Edna O'Brien, Hanan Al-Shaykh and Robert Minhinnick.

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