I did a little frivolous something over on Vulpes Libris to celebrate my undying love for Star Wars, today, on 4th May. May the fourth. May the FOURTH. Oh come on ….
It’s Poetry Week for Vulpes Libris, so how happy was I that I had a beautiful new poem about mucking out the byre to write about. Jim Carruth’s Killochries is simply lovely to read, taking no more than an evening, maybe even a longish train commute. Short lines, fine words, the story of a messed-up man sent by his mum to a relative’s hill farm to work there for a year and sort himself out.
If you like fox observation, the strong lines of a hill in snow, the struggle to get lambs feeding, or the anger of a grumpy bullock, get thee to Freight Books and order your slice of farming life now.
It’s going to be busy on Vulpes Libris for three weeks, as we begin a festival of blogging about alternative publishing. I kicked the opening salvo into the stands today with an interview with Peter Kennedy, a first-time novelist who paid for his first novel, Fishermen’s Tales, to come out exactly the way he wanted it to.
The life of Storm Jameson was crammed full of writing, journalism, campaigning, witnessing for human rights and standing up for women and authors. Her private life was chaotic. Read what I said over at Vulpes Libris today about the two biographies now prowling the aisles for your attention.
Read a short piece by me in Vulpes Libris in which I witter on with happy bubbles about Rossini’s La Cerenentola. (Like I know anything about opera.)