19 June 2013

New zines, after a bit of a break







I've got two, count 'em, two (it's not very difficult counting) new zines for you, that took a while to get finished. One with the usual fluff, the other about Vienna. Each is 24 pages, 1/4 sized, and costs £1 + postage from my website shop. I also have quite a lot of back issues on there for 80p + postage at the moment, when they're gone, they're gone.

 I also like to swap. I'll swap for zines that interest me, vintage dress patterns with 34" bust, Viewmaster reels, rolls of expired camera film or interesting (vegetarian) sweets from your country. UK-based people can also send me an SAE and two unused 1st class stamps to get an issue. This is my email address for any arrangements.

This is the address:
Fanzine Ynfytyn
c/o "The School of Education"
Unit 2, Warehouse 5,
Fountayne Road,
London
N15 4QL
UK



Issue 14 is about Vienna:
October 2010/ November 2012/June 2013
(I mislaid the pages)

About working in/visiting Vienna
* Schiele & Hundertwasser
* Schokobananas & Schnitzels
* All the dumplings you can eat




Issue 20 has the usual sort of things that interest me
24 pages 1/4 sized purple paper
June 2013 (whatever the cover says, I'm slow sometimes, ok?)

* Jeff Mangum
* North Korea
* Pointless competitions I have won
* Books and ice cream and so on

18 June 2013

Procrastinating in my limited spare time . .

sketching

I should be doing more of this, but instead I'm working very long hours at the dayjob.  I'm either being a hermit, or trying to squeeze in some sort of social life. I hate rigidly scheduling things in my personal life, let's leave that to work.

 There's quite a backlog of things I want to write about here. I also have a list of illustration projects as long as my arm that I want to work on, but haven't been, because it's not something I can do very well in 20 minutes here or there. This is a rough sketch for some sort of cut out and stick together Franken-Nevskiy cathedral. I've been to a few places that have Aleksandr Nevskiy cathedrals which are quite similar looking. In the meantime, here is a castle you can print and cut out.

09 June 2013

Revert to Disarray

(painting image from Stef's website)

I went to an art/music event this week organised by painter/illustrator Stefanos Rokos. He's an artist friend of Ellina's from back in Athens who is currently holding an exhibition in London. The idea was that every Thursday, there would be music performances in the gallery. The musicians are all friends of Stef's, and they each created a piece of music that related to the paintings. The paintings are large and full of fine details ideal for creating stories from. First up was Matt Friedberger of the Fiery Furnaces, who was going to perform some spoken word pieces over a background track. Next week is Stef Carlens, ex of dEUS.

friedberger 

 The gallery's PA had broken down, and someone seemed to have tried to fix things by putting the mic through a guitar amp. That doesn't really work, especially for spoken word stuff. Matt was telling stories and pointing out details in the paintings, but you couldn't make out what he was saying half the time, which of course spoiled the effect.

matt kai stef

The gallery has some kind of connection with a hotel, and they held another event there the following night, with Jim Sclavunos from the Bad Seeds djing ( a strange mix of Iggy Pop and novelty jazz records), and a repeat of the music. It was quite a  surreal experience. I don't really drink in fancy hotels anyway, it not being in the budget. Also, on the way there, we stopped off to get some food, and eat it in a little park, the sort where office workers go to eat sandwiches. There was a crown green bowls contest going on in the middle of the financial district. We felt very civilised, watching bowls before going to socialise in a hotel.


waterfall

The hotel bar was on a balcony high up on the inside wall of the hotel. It was done up like a rainforest, with an led-lit waterfall. There is a music video from the late 90s where Jennifer Lopez has a shower in the rainforest. It reminded me of that. The greeks liked the fact you could smoke in the bar. For some reason both an enormous cocktail or a spirit with a mixer both cost £10. If I can only afford one drink I'll go for the huge piña colada.

bottles

Some kind of cocktail ingredient/Borgia poison.

drinks

The menu claimed that the drink on the left was limited to one per guest. I don't know why, or how they would enforce that.

  mirror 

 This was above the balcony. My brain couldn't quite figure out how the building was put together when you compared the views from the balcony, room and street.
  hotel audience

The music performances were in some kind of hotel lounge. It had a framed cupboard of booze, and a pool table, and a couple of artfully placed Bowie records on a table, and they'd hung one of Stef's paintings on the wall. It was like being in a very expensive living room.


hotel performance

 Matt sat in a chair and repeated his performance. This time you could actually hear the pieces and they were enjoyable. The paintings weren't there for him to point at though. You win some, you lose some.
  painting

The painting. The only one from the set that wasn't featured in the night's music. I went back to the bar to get a glass of water, and it was suddenly full of the sort of people who can afford to drink in hotel cocktail bars. They smelt of terrifyingly expensive toiletries. Then when I walked past again, it was suddenly closed.

ellina 

Ellina.

Making Tracks- live cinema



A little while ago my friend Erika Pál had the animation she made for our MA show in Whirligig Cinema's Making Tracks festival. She made recordings of the students describing dreams they'd had, and painstakingly created the animation with oil paints on glass and time-lapse photography. Here she describes how she made it. She doesn't have it available to view online at the moment, so here are some stills from her website.

The idea was that a group of musicians, the Cabinet of Living Cinema, would  be given some short stripped of their soundtracks, and they would compose a new one without hearing the original. The new soundtracks would then be played live while the films were projected. The filmakers themselves wouldn't hear the new soundtracks before the performance, so it would be a surprise for them, and the evening would also be filmed for a dvd.



Erika was up first. They had left the narration on her film, as it's an intrinsic part of it, but they added subtle foley effects. It really worked. My other two favourites were Amar- a film following a day in the life of a schoolboy in India, and one categorising laughter. The music worked beautifully with the films, and the filmakers themselves seemed delighted with the results in the Q&A afterwards. I really want to go to the next one.

04 June 2013

Diana Wynne Jones Interview

A couple of years ago I interviewed the children's writer Diana Wynne Jones, my favourite writer growing up. I was compiling a zine of articles about her work. Unfortunately I didn't finish the zine before she died of cancer, because I'm a terrible procrastinator, and she never got to see it. I have a few copies left of the zine left for sale, but I won't be reprinting it, because I don't have access to the cheap risograph printing deal I used to print it any more. When I get a chance, I will scan the zine, and I have another entry to add about attending her funeral. 

1) You always base one character in each book on a real person to keep the other characters in line, and you’ve said in previous interviews that your mother never seems to get that a lot of the female villains are based on her. Has anyone else ever twigged that a character was based on them, and what was their reaction?

People only very rarely seem to recognise themselves in my books, although a lot of other people recognise them instantly!  The only one who did - and worried about it - was one of my granddaughters, who did see that she might have had something in common with the Izzies in The Merlin Conspiracy.  I hurriedly pointed out to her that I had two sisters and that the Izzies also owed a lot to them.  My husband was always convinced that he was the original of the Ogre in The Ogre Downstairs, even though I assured him he was not.  The Ogre was in fact a composite of How-not-to-do-it as a parent.

2) A lot of people like to play fantasy casting with imaginary film versions of books. With yours, Christopher Eccleston from Dr Who seems a particular favourite for Mordion. Do you have any favourite actors to play a particular character?

I'm afraid I'm very out of touch with actors these days.  One thing I will say, though, and that is if a real life actor were to play Howl in Howl's Moving Castle, I would not chose someone pretty, like Howl in Miyazaki's animation: I would choose a Welsh actor with a long, bony face, handsome enough in his way, but not pretty.  I think the fans' choice for Mordion is a very good one.

3) You’ve said in older interviews that various things you made up for books have come back to hit you like Tom Lynn (like accidentally breaking your neck and not noticing like Christopher Chant). You’ve been pretty prolific with new books in the last few years (Merlin Conspiracy, Conrad’s Fate, Pinhoe Egg, the Game, House of Many Ways), have any things from those come back at you?

No, none of these books have yet come back to hit me.  It makes me quite worried, because the longer it takes, the harder it hits when it does.  I can't help speculating about what might happen. Would I vanish away into the mythosphere, switch to another world where I was a maidservant, or simply get lost in a house of many ways?  About The Pinhoe Egg I can console myself.  People have showered griffins on me, in pictures, as stuffed toys and as clever puppets.  Just as the book was being published, one of my Japanese translators sent me a marvellous musical box made of a real duck's egg, which plays 'Over the Rainbow' when you twist the top.  The translator meant it to commemorate A Tale of Time City, but it was equally appropriate to The Pinhoe Egg.  While I wait for the other books to hit me, I tell myself that this manifestation from The Pinhoe Egg is relatively benign and I might, with the other books, have a pleasant experience for once (probably in my dreams!). But not, I think, when The Merlin Conspiracy comes true. It means, at the least, a gammy hip.

  Actually, it's no good trying to second guess these things.  This jinx is as cunningly various as my travel jinx, which springs a new surprise any time I go anywhere beyond Bristol.  Last time the building next to the place I was due to talk in burst into flames just as I crossed the city boundary. It was probably also The Sage of Theare coming true out of Mixed Magics.


4) From all accounts, your parents didn’t bother to provide you with many children’s  books. What children’s books do you desperately wish you had been able to read as a child?

Oh, I do wish I had been able to read C.S.Lewis's Narnia books as a teenager.  They were all getting published from the time I was thirteen.  As it was, I came upon them when my own children were quite young and I read them aloud at bedtime, with a curious double vision: on the one hand as my adult self, and on the other seeing and being very impressed by the reactions of my children.  I learnt a great deal from this, but it was not the same as reading them as a child.

5) In previous interviews you’ve said that you’ve got a whole drawer full of rejected bits from books that never quite went right. Have you ever rescued any of them at a later date, and managed to make a book or short story out of them? If not, do you think you ever will?

I have more than a drawerful of writings that never made it: I have half a cupboardful as well. It is not exactly that I rejected any of them.  Mostly they just stopped being interesting after two pages, or two chapters, or sometimes even halfway through - and if a story doesn't interest me, there's no chance it will interest anyone else.  Sometimes, though, events have intervened to stop me writing something.  Quite recently, last year in fact, I turned out my cupboard, which is something I look at much less frequently than the drawer, and I came upon Chapter One of a book that startled me by needing to be continued so much that I had to go on with it with a sprained arm.  I couldn't think why I hadn't continued it before.  After thinking it over carefully, I realised that I had been snatched off into hospital (I think with my second broken neck) before I had done more than the first chapter.  Surgery very much stops everything in its tracks /and/ impairs your memory.  So I went on with it and it became my latest book, now with publishers, which is called Enchanted Glass.  I have no idea if it went on the same way as I had planned, but I suspect not.  It just rushed on to the page.

6) What’s the best book you read this year?

The best book I read was sent to me as a printout by a writer called Kage Baker, from America, who wasn't sure if it was any good or not and wanted me to tell her.  It was called The Hotel Under the Sand and it was excellent.  It was the most unusual book I had read for a long time.  As you can probably tell from the title, it is utterly original, but it is also wonderfully well written and full of amazing ideas.  I wrote back at once to tell her it ought to become a classic, like Alice in Wonderland or The Wizard of Oz.  I think she was surprised.


31 May 2013

Zine back issues




I have about 20 different issues of my zines, and until recently I kept them all in print. That is becoming more and more of a pain though. Some of them go back to 2007, and I just don't find them relevant any more.  So I'm not going to reprint them, and when what I have in the shop is gone, it's gone. Back issues are 80p, current issues are £1. (sorry about the price rise, but there's not much I can do about my printing costs rising)

All available on the shop on my website.

21 May 2013

Petrie Museum

Earlier today I met up with my friend Chloe on her way up to Glasgow, and we went to the Souzou exhibition with her old flatmates. When she went to catch the train, I decided to fit in a visit to the Petrie Museum round the corner in UCL too, which I hadn't been to for a long time. (I tried to say hi to Jeremy too, but his box was closed).



The museum is currently crammed into some upstairs rooms of the university (they have plans to move to a bigger, more suitable building), and is open at inconvenient times. It's like the museum that time forgot, despite their fabulous collection of artefacts. Everything is piled up en masse in tall glass cabinets with typewritten labels. The cabinets are close together, and the lighting is bad, and there are odd corners filled with strange junk from schools activities. One of the galleries is housed down the walls of the fire escape. It's totally unaccessible, and probably uninviting to a lot of people. I kind of like it though, even though I think it's good that they are going to move to somewhere more appropriate.


Chloe commented that she had found the museum fairly boring when she visited, because it was just odds and ends with no explanation of what they were, which isn't very helpful if you don't know about the topic before you visit, and not really the aim of a modern museum. I studied Classics/Ancient History at uni though, and bits are what I like in this kind of museum. I love seeing people's everyday items from the past. The museum has a lot of jewellery, household items and pot sherds and mummy face plates. I particularly love the faces from the period of Roman occupation of Egypt. People continued to use the traditional Egyptian sarcophagi with stylised art, but added a portrait of the person to the face of the mummy bandages in the realistic Roman style. This means you can see what the people looked like when they were alive. Here are some examples. I didn't take many pictures of the contents of the cabinets because the glass was very reflective and I can't find my polariser. 



Flinders Petrie himself was a miserable sod, but he is one of the few figures from the early days of archaeology who wasn't basically just a vandal/bumbling amateur (I'm looking at you, Schliemann and your dynamite). He made up for that in bad deeds though in being a firm believer in eugenics. 
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