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#author-story ~ contemporary writer #2

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One of my blurry British landscape photos snapped while journeying by train [Spring,2016]

Christmas brought sad news via online media of many deaths, among them the passing during Christmas Eve after long life of the author Richard George Adams (b. 9th May 1920, d. 24th December, 2016). The Guardian obituary published on 27th December seems a quite well-written  and respectful tribute with lots of links for further reading:

“Despite being published as an adult book, Watership Down won the two most distinguished children’s book prizes, the Carnegie medal and the Guardian children’s book prize, … Watership Down was not just a book of its time; it is now firmly established as a classic and has sold more than 50m copies worldwide.

Adams spent approx. two years writing his manuscript from the spoken tales he made up to entertain his children while journeying. It was eventually published in 1972 after many rejections, apparently due to its length of over 200,000 words and perhaps also Adams’ ‘harsh vision’.

The story became immensely popular (in the UK) after the animated film version was released in 1978 with a cinema rating of ‘U’ – this has apparently been the cause of ongoing complaints and any re-release after 2016 will be uprated to a ‘PG’ [Parental Guidance, for upsetting scenes and containing ‘an expletive word’].

Richard Adams had previously served in the British military until 1946, graduated and achieved an M.A. in 1953, and worked for the British Civil Service until he devoted his professional life to writing from 1974 following the success of his first published book.

Wiki links: Richard Adams; Watership Down (film).

 

 

 

 

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by gosh… continuance…

Once upon a time I visited a place in the south of France that this place in Van Gogh’s painting reminds me of (it came up in my twitter feed, first thing…)

One of the aspects that increasingly fuels my interest in art history is how false histories are created by critics and rivals and extortionate criminal minds in various fields of ‘business’.

There is much in formal academic texts that plain as the nose on any face is dubious falsehood. In contemporary arts practise anyone paying attention can perhaps clearly see and hear and read how such falsehoods fall into place ready for parrot-fashion learning. These things become concrete in no time at all.

“Evidence based practise”. That’s a jolly crackers joke, fit for the days…

Once upon a time, I travelled by coach to a small town in Kent to visit my baby son’s father’s family. It was my first and only visit to Kent. Awful place! Reliance on public transport in the South of England is impossible. But never mind, London’s far enough for a day trip and much more of interest than can be seen in a day and not so easy to get lost there!

I didn’t really know the family I was staying with at all. We’d met when they visited me briefly in Nottingham a few months before. The gentleman worked for a publishing firm apparently. I don’t like them. The lady of the house seemed a very nice but quite eccentric lady who told me she had SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). They were taking us to France for a tour round while they were looking out for a small house to maybe move away to.

I only learnt afterwards that on the temporary passport form I had to sign to be able to travel with them, the church representative the lady called, never having met me before, he’d signed to state he had known me for more than two years. And that’s just one reason why I don’t trust religion, religious representatives and property owners/people of wealth and certain ‘social class’.

While I’d been in hospital when my son was born, my rooms in the shared house I’d been renting in Nottingham* had been ransacked by the other tenants. My landlord made me homeless, stole what hadn’t been taken for me by friends and i’d not been able to remove myself – and another person or persons quite possibly began usurping my identity in an identity theft scam. It’s happened at least a few times since, or maybe I’m just overly anxious about how some people apply false tales to individual persons character and personality. It can be seen all the time in the text books and gets solidified by repetition.

Crazy stuff. So many are so ready to believe whatever their own dirty, foul and corrupt minds might convince them must be true of any other – especially if they’ve read stuff in a text book or gallery brochure as if it must be the gospel truth or something. Since time began historical records have been falsified and distorted by social hierarchies. I tend not to believe anyone’s criminal record whatsoever as a result of my own trivial experiences with ‘the Law’**.

*Things began to get a bit complicated from there, if only I’d had open enough eyes, some might say…

So, apparent evidence bases are interesting. And I expect the way our corrupt British society doesn’t work well at all, anyone might say that even a vulnerable young (underclass) adult is to blame when advantageous/higher class vultures devour their prey.

**Unfortunately (because of not having any for so very long for my medical use) I’m not the lady who got prosecuted for cannabis in Cornwall. Just in case one nosey socialite beggar has been confusing me with someone else! My only experiences of Cornwall are only through childhood reading of Enid Blyon books and i would never wish to go there either!

Happy Crimbo Eve everyone 🙂


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new #Authorstory post from Pam at blogging101alumni

I don’t know why my laptop is blocked from viewing our group forum site but can only guess it might have something to do with current tech vulnerabilities or something. Anyway, as all my devices are legally purchased and legally owned, registered, etc and all the etceteras, etc. etc…

So, I enjoyed reading Pam’s latest post yesterday for #authorstory, before the blockade set in (again!) and it was an intriguing read about an American author I never encountered until now. [I can still see this from my tablet, only use that for gaming and news app and reading the Qu’ran app I downloaded for comparitive reading, still owning a bible I bought myself as a child and still hold dear, rather superstitiously]. Hopefully the viewing public aren’t subject to the access restriction that my browser here has been limited by. [My java is off to prevent malicious software on some sites, including my mailserver, for capitalising/commercial/criminally-motivated action outside of my control other than to disallow java running!]

As I’m unable to acknowledge or comment in discussion at Blogger’s World, I thought I’ll just post something here then. Of course, i’m ballsing it up as per flamin’ usual! [And hopelessly letting myself down with ill health as soon as I committed to posting a ‘regular feature’ here too… “…best laid plans of mice and (hu)men!” springs to mind…]

I don’t have a pic of the author to share, perhaps because Pam’s chosen author is a contentious subject [link= wiki page for Adela St.John] perhaps of potential criminal investigative issue, I should avoid trying to share any internet images of this author – it’s a couple of years yet before US copyright law allow online public availability of Nora’s early writings so there’s no free online examples of her work. Clearly publishers copyright restrictions wish to prevent readership of the late Adela St.John’s  writings. I should make clear that my writing here is based solely on my own subsequent explorations and not reflecting or derived from Pam’s own study, her articles always being reliably sensible and well-sourced and cited. I haven’t checked Pam’s cited links yet and tend to delve deep into search results for the less ‘optimised’ results… I’m also aware, as are many, of the murderous criminality of some publishing moguls and so avoid conventional publishing as a matter of life and death… even Sid and Nancy fell victim, though who’d care about daft punks?!

Some brief exploration around the female writer known affectionately as ‘Nora’ to her eminent criminal defence lawyer (single) father turned up some fascinating histories. From the various information available publicly online I seem to have found a published item that might be a ‘bounty call’ targeting Nora’s father Earl Rogers; criminal formal academic/critic-led deridation of Earl Rogers – that happens so often and contributes to so much falsehood in formal study becoming fact; (and then the fascinating case his own daughter brought against him to commit him to an assylum, and his successful self-representing defence); and for the author featured, reported significant change in writing style in comparison from Nora’s writings before what some call WW2 and after; and it seems quite clear when ‘seeing through photos’ that Nora may have been replaced by an impostor. From my own native English (mis?)understandings of ‘second world war’ histories, including the impostors and usurpers who sought political immunity elsewhere while escaping the ‘urban myths’ of  alleged hitlerite actions, I’d probably be better to write no more just yet here on subjects such as this that I actually know very little or nothing about… 🙂

Obviously, trying a creative writing class with a focus on fiction wasn’t a good idea as I got trolled again it seems. But then again, I’ve been unfortunately acquainted with some very ugly criminal-minded female trolls in my time in my own local community. They’re never the individuals you might expect, always presenting more nicely and respectable than  poor scum like me. Never mind, we probably all know some, whether we’d wish to or not!

So, that’s a cheery post for not yet quite in a crimbley-frame-of-mind yet, but I’ll get there by round about the 27th or so, though really it should be around the first sign of snowdrops… back soon, hopefully 🙂


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Flower of the day, my way, naturally

Although not a regular enough visitor, I always enjoy a visit to this blog: https://ceenphotography.com/2016/12/18/flower-of-the-day-december-18-2016-poinsettia-2/ so, for a change, and although not a typically seasonal offering, I thought I’d join in for some #MagicalMonday  / #MondayMotivation over at Cee’s photography challenge.

I love to play in all kinds of ways whenever able, but it’s been a very strange, difficult and extremely worrying time in the UK. Everyday life seemed to alter for much the worse since the US presidential election results and the dire political climate at home and internationally – including what appears to be criminalised political extortion racket against leaders, politicians and other public figures. Anyway, hopefully the Season of Goodwill will prevail before the New Year is in and out!

So, my first offering is typically atypical, and I’ll share one of my photo files here secondly. [with apols for brevity, ludicrosity as usual etc and all the etceteras…!]

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[The raw data on my photo file is incorrect as I messed up correcting the time on my camera when I tried to set the date to correct day and month – it had been wrongly set for ages by mistake! Sometimes it can appear useful to remember that!]

below: photo taken on my front yard around 9 or 10am internet time on Sunday 18th December, 2016, Nottingham, UK (iT ever changing and losing hours here and there apparently!)

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And if you happen to be passing by my humble home, please don’t knock my landlord’s fence post down, we already lost a few too many! Thanks for visiting!

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