Monday, January 31, 2005

Carved in stone



Two Scottish youngsters have had their poems celebrating Scotland's natural heritage carved into Caithness stone and mounted in the newly-opened Scottish Parliament at Holyrood. One in English, one is Scots Gaelic and both remarkable - I hope they keep writing; if they can write so eloquently and movingly at this tender age I'd like to read what they write in later life.



By Robert Adam

Look. What can you see?

I see beauty in the lochs.

I see majesty in mountains.

I see legend in rocks.

And it is ours.

By Mairead F MacNeil

Beanntan Àrda

Fo cheò

Mar chaistealan glasa

A' fleòdradh sa mhuir

(Translation - Towering mountains, Shrouded in mist, Like grey castles, floating in the sea)



Aren't these beautiful? You can see this on the BBC Scotland news site. I liked the way Robert linked the landscape to our history; it reflects a very ancient Celtic attitude to the people and the land. Even in the medieval period this persisted - witness the number of site in Scotland named for William Wallace, from trees, and rocks to wells (I grew up a few miles from Wallace's Well myself). It associates the hero with the land; they are part of one another, always. It also allowed people in a largely pre-literate society to physically celebrate and remember their champions.



Mairead's imagery wonderfully evokes the magic and majesty of the Highlands and Islands. It conjures images of both natural rock in the cloud-covered mountains and the man-made stone-work of an ancient Castle, wreathed in mist (or in cases such as Stirling or Edinburgh the Castle and the great expanse of rock they sit atop are a part of one another - Scottish geology and Scottish history intertwined inextricably).


Sunday, January 30, 2005

Dreaming



For about the third time in a month I've had dreams with recurring characters. As is often the case most of it evaporates away on waking (Coleridge moaned about this as well, but at least he got some of it down on paper). However I do recall in all three there were giants wandering around Edinburgh. All I can recall of the latest one was that two of the giants were sitting in Princes Street Gardens, below the Castle and they were playing chess using cars picked up from the street as the pieces. I have a vague recollection of them using cannonballs from the Castle for a game of marbles.



After paying my five cents to Lucy ('the psychiastrist is in') I was informed that the latter was indicative of me losing my marbles, which is a damned lie since I know full well they are in the drawer in my study, right behind some elastic bands and a dried up Pritt Stick. Trying to find important papers like bank statements is always problematic since I put them somewhere 'safe' and can't find them when needed. But my marbles? Oh, I know just where they are.



The giants-cars-chess thing stumped Lucy however and she went off to badger poor Schroeder. Had the dream been in high-contrast, moodily-lit black and white it may have been a surreal dream homage to the Seventh Seal, but it wasn't. It may have indicated some deep-seated anxiety or it may be that it's just the way my mind works even when it is sleeping (I lock the bedroom door now to make sure that if my subconcious gets loose at night it can't go too far. Besides I don't want the cats chasing it). Or it could be my sleeping mind working out which way to vote on the referendum on congestion charging in the city or the lack of available parking (free parking if you allow your car to be used as a chess piece for giants).



I wonder what cars were being used as the various pieces? I don't recall that detail. Presumably something small but reliable for the pawns, like a Mini. The king is probably a Bentley and I reckon the knights would be in something posh but fast, like an Aston Martin. What the smeg would the bishop be? Would Humvees stand in for the rooks? And will tonight bring a dream of the giants playing pool using huge rocks and some Scots Pines?

Pics



A link to my cousin Eddie's photography site. If you like landscapes, especially of Scotland, you should have a look at the section on Skye - there's a sunset there which is a knockout.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

A Very Long Engagement



Reading Neil Gaiman's postings from this year's Sundance Festival reminded me I haven't blogged about movies for a while - shock, horror! Can't have the Woolamaloo turning into a one-note show, can we? Alas, I was not at Sundance and not one of the lucky souls to see MirrorMask - I, and I suspect many thousands, are salivating at the thought of a Gaiman-scripted, Dave McKean-directed movie and the fact it is coming via Henson's just makes it more exciting (and that's a shameless hint for an invite if Neil and Dave are showing MirrorMask at the Edinburgh Film Fest this summer!).



Anything involving Neil and Dave is going to be good (loved their work together since
Violent Cases and Signal to Noise - my chum Brendan once impressed Neil by turning up a signing I was hosting with a first edition of Violent Cases to be autographed - Neil spotted it right away) and I know Neil has been working on movie material for a long time as he talked about a project based on the excellent Death miniseries at an event way back when I was an eager young bookseller, full of hair (and full of something else no doubt), so I am very pleased to see a movie project coming to fruition for both of them and, needless to say, dying to experience it.



I have been off using my prize UGC pass, taking advantage of it and that traditional escape from troubles and woes, the flickering screen. Actually I have been a little disappointed at some recent flicks. I had high hopes for Oliver Stone's Alexander, but it simply didn't work for me. Too much to fit into a single movie, even a long one and I never had the feeling of Alexander as either man, god or myth. Which is not to say it is without its good point of course - it is an Oliver Stone film and he is a damned fine film-maker, but it just didn't hold together. I recommend the Penguin classic on Alexander instead or my favourite TV historian Michael Wood's splendid In the Footsteps of Alexander the Great (informative, insightful and accessible without ever dumbing down - and Michael always looks good in tight jeans for the ladies as he scrambles over part of Asia Minor).



Kar Wai Wong's 2046 should have been the closing night movie at last summer's Edinburgh International Film Festival. It was pulled at the last minute and we instead saw a Korean period piece re-interpreting Laclos' Les Liasons Dangereuse (John Malkovich was excellent in the older film version) which was a surprise and a pleasant one at that. In the movie press since Wong has stated he was re-editing the film to a more understandable narrative but denied re-shooting. However, Mr Doyle, his cinematographer (one of the world's most celebrated) was on hand to (somewhat drunkenly - not out of character apparently, but you can't argue with his results) discuss the filming of Hero at the Film Fest. We heard later he had to go back to work on 2046 as well, so perhaps there was some re-shooting after all. However, months later it arrives and off we go to see it, all eager. Alas, it was also disappointing. The narrative is still confusing and the characters difficult to engage with. There are some remarkable visuals and beautiful moments but as with Alexander it simply didn't gel together for me.



And so this week to Jeunet's A Very Long Engagement (Un Long Dimananches de Fiancailles), re-uniting Jeunet with his Amelie star, the incredibly gorgeous Audrey Tautou (oh those eyes!) and other Jeunet regulars such as Dominique Pinon. I've adored Jeunet's wonderful weaving of fantasty, realism, humour, style, romance and astonishing characters and visuals since Delicatessen first entranced me years ago in the Edinburgh Filmhouse and taught us all the fun side of post-apocalyptic cannibalism. I think he is to French cinema what Terry Gilliam is to English language cinema. So you can imagine after being disappointed with recent eagerly anticipated movies I was silently praying for this to be good. It wasn't good. It was marvellous.



If you don't know the film concerns Mathilde (Tautou) , a lame (because of polio) but spirited girl on the French coast and her ardent belief against all the odds and evidence that her love, Manech (Gaspard Ulliel - quite excellent) did not die in the hell of No-Man's Land. Moving between their childhood in the village, Mathilde's quest to find out what happened after the war and events in the trenches the film teases, taking us in different directions, building both hope and fear of what has really happened as she pieces together the differing recollections of various people (including a German woman visiting the grave of her brother in France - a nice touch).



The scenes by Mathilde's coastal village are shot in warm golds and reds - open fields with the wind blowing across the corn; waves crashing against the lighthouse, echoing the ripples the wind creates on the crops. The trenches are shot in an almost monochrome; everything is washed out, blue-tinted and cold; the horror, futility and grimness offset by little touches of comradeship and humanity (a soldier giving up his red mitten to protect Manech's injured hand from the cold).



Jeunet's trademark visual ingenuity and beautiful imagery are woven throughout the film - even the trench scenes have a certain grim beauty; the fact the scenes are so beautifully shot makes the horror of the trenches all the more potent. The true horror is shown not so much in the graphic imagery of the trenches however, but in the suffering of the people left behind; mothers, sweethearts, comrades guilty because they lived when friends didn't.




This is a wonderful film. There aren't many who can carry off such a mixture of suffering and horror and loss with spirit, romance and beauty. From the flickering, start-of-the-century-style camera work at the beginning to an ending which is by no means assured this is an incredibly gorgeous and moving film, the sort of story and imagery you can easily lose yourself in. Yes, I know I am gushing, but two days later and this film is still living behind my eyes.



End of advert for the Edinburgh Branch of the Jeunet Appreciation Society :-)

Authors unite



Mark Farley posted this already in an earlier comment but I thought it was well worth re-posting on the main page. Mark has set up a site dealing with a multi-author event to raise funds for the victims of the Asian Tsunami - details to be found here.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Book Aid



Via Ariels' Editor Blog on the mighty Alien Online (I must get some more reviews sent in - amazing how you can be unemployed but always busy! And I'm also happy to plug a site I am proud to write for regularly: it is an excellent resource for folk wanting reviews and information on all things SF, Fatnasy and Horror): Sean Wright has organised a book auction here on Ebay with help from folk in the book trade to raise money for the Asian Tsunami relief. So any book lovers out there reading this why not have a look and spread the word to other book lovers?



Here's what they said themselves on EBay:



"The aim is to raise as much money as we can for UNICEF. Crowswing and Nigel Eastman at Sqwubbsy Books contacted many well-known authors, illustrators, photographers, agents, publishers, book dealers and shops asking for donations of signed books. The response has been overwhelming. So thanks to everyone who has donated, publicised the appeal, or worked behind the scenes to make it happen. It's very kind.

Future auctions on ebay will follow as books and pledges arrive daily. To make it easier for you to locate those auctions, you can either search for Crowswing Book Aid Tsunami Earthquake Appeal when you log on to ebay, or for daily updates follow the links at crowswingbooks.co.uk.

Please bid generously."





Thursday, January 27, 2005

Herald

One of my friends phoned me this morning to tell me to check out the Glasgow-published Herald. There was an article expanding upon a join letter attacking Waterstone's over-reaction to my blog sent in by Ken MacLeod, A L Kennedy, Iain Banks and Neil Davidson.

I was unaware of this happening - Ken had hinted that there was some form of joint letter by authors in the works, but this was a (pleasant) surprise. I've had so many folk from around our little, wired planet offering support and it is still incredibly uplifting to see something like this; to know that people will take some of their own time to help someone else. I feel humbled and uplifted at the same time and very, very grateful.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Appeal

Well, the appeal was yesterday afternoon. Ironically the location was at the branch down in Leith (the harbour area of Edinburgh), which I was instrumental in helping to set up back in the autumn of 2003. Last time I was there I had any number of bods from our head office coming up to view it and shaking my hand while congratulating me and my little team for the very good work we had done. Odd way to return.


We kept things short. We contested the notion of 'public domain' since there is no way an obscure blog can be compared to the likes of writing in a mainstream publication or mass media outlet - it is (or was) hard to find unless you knew what you were looking for and the supposedly offensive articles spread throughout large amounts of other material even more difficult to locate (assuming you knew to look for them to begin with).

We also pointed out that no customers had ever complained after reading it and that indeed I knew friends who read the blog and still shopped at Waterstone's and writers who would attend events and buy books there, so the idea that I was somehow destroying the company's image was ridiculous - they read it and still shopped there.


The new item was the recent news I received from my previous manager who left over a year ago. He kindly contacted me after reading about it all to say he was surprised that the blog should suddenly become such a bone of contention as he and the then Area Manager both were aware of it way back then (2003). So why was it okay then but suddenly a firing offence in December a year later?

And again if the company was taking such exception to it, why not take me aside and talk to me about it?
Understandably this meant that the folk conducting the appeal were unable to give us a decision since they will obviously need to look into this and discuss it, so at the moment the union and I are waiting to see what develops. It would be nice to think that the company will be reasonable since no-one wants to go down the route of an industrial tribunal, but we'll just have to wait and see.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Charity begins at the home (page)



Those who have read the Woolamaloo for years will have to forgive me here but I'm about to bang the drum once more for the Hunger Site. Since there have been many more visitors than usual I thought I may as well use that to highlight a good cause (and it's always nice to try and make good out of bad events).



For those who don't know the Hunger Site is a page you may visit and click on the 'donate' button once per day. It then opens a page of advertisers (not the annoying pop-ups) who contribute to the World Food Programme. You don't need to buy anything, but purchases from sponsors add further contributions to the Food Programme. I've found some rather lovely and unusual gifts this way.



So one click a day and you're helping someone who needs it; feeding a hungry person. Make it your good deed for the day and spread some nice karma. There are also links to associated sites such as the Breast Cancer Site, Literacy Site and Rain Forest site, all working along the same principles.



Here's an excerpt from the email I received from the Hunger Site on their annual results:

Martin Luther King, Jr. said, "Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that." Thank you for helping to illuminate the world through your generous actions at The Hunger Site. Your efforts are making a difference...

In 2004, clicks on the "Give Free Food" button gave more than 45 million cups of food to the hungry. In addition, purchases in The Hunger Site store gave an additional 3 million cups of food to fight hunger. Thank you!

Isn't that marvellous? Isn't it nice to know we can all make a difference in this world?



Victorian SF



Very interesting article by Claire Smith on the Scotsman here about a rare Victorian SF novel by a little-known Scottish author Jay McCullough entitled Golf The Year 2000. It revolves around a Rip Van Winkle-type character who falls asleep in the 1890s (just when my Edinburgh home was being built) and awakes in the year 2000 and includes 'futuristic' inventions such as flat-panel TVs, bullet-trains and digital watches as well as changes in gender roles in society.



It has a surprising number of predictive hits but the thing that surprised me was that there was a Scottish SF writer and book I had never heard of! Pleasantly surprised, I must add, although I doubt I'll be in a position to bid for it at auction!

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Brummy the Vampire Slayer



Found this fabulous article on the alleged Birmingham vampire via author Liz Williams' blog. Urban legends and the human need for such modern mythologies - it's a top article. I did wonder what sort of vampire a Brummie would make but then was reminded of an old John Hellblazer Constantine line (in the old days before John Constantine wasAmericanised and re-made as Keanu Reeves, although in fairness the trailer looked good) in Neil Gaiman's Books of Magic where John makes and offhand remark about a scuffle with a troll in Birmingham. Oh sure, there are trolls in Birmingam, scoffs young magician-to-be Tim Hunter. If you know where to look, replies Constantine. File these with the MacKenzie poltergeist here in Edinburgh's historic Greyfriar's Kirkyard.

Excelsior!



Stan Lee has won the rights to ten percent of the monies raked in by Mighty Marvel from the excellent Sam Raimi Spider-Man adaptation, after claiming he was shut out by Marvel, despite being the creator of Spider-Man. And the Hulk. And the Fantastic Four and... Well, let's just say he's made a lot of comic readers very happy (almost as happy as I was when I saw the picture of Dark Angel's Jessica Alba in her Fantastic Four costume for the forthcoming movie). I'm sure most comics fan will be pleased to see Stan getting his dues.



In other SF news Stephen Fry has been announced as the voice of the book in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie. I have to admit as a lifelong H2G2 fan (I know where my towel is - do you?) I think Fry is a great choice - he has a good voice and intonation for the role (his reading of the Harry Potter audio books for instance is marvelous). And I believe he was also a friend of the late (and still missed) Douglas Adams, so it is rather fitting. No doubt Hitchhiker source of all wisdom, MJ Simpson will have the inside scoop on Planet Magrathea.

Inaugural II - the speech



Bush spoke of setting a fire and taking that fire to every corner of the world. Interesting choice of phrase: does this indicate that he intends to burn down the planet? Perhaps something along the lines of taking a torch of liberty to the dark places of the world would have worked a little better (really, speechwriters ain’t what they used to be, are they?). And I loved the phrase about ‘preparing Americans to live in a free society’. That would infer that they aren’t living in one now, George. Regardless of how you feel about the man most folks admit that he has had some slick speech writers on his staff. Perhaps they all had bad colds putting them off – well they will insist on holding an inauguration in January in the open air.

The BBC News 24 coverage came, as most news channels now do, with the inevitable info bar towards the bottom of the screen. This one proclaimed the inauguration coverage (well, duh...) and below this a smaller text bar helpfully informing the viewer that 'President Bush was elected in November'. May I refer readers to my earlier exclamation of 'well, duh...'? I find these info bars annoying at the best of time, but when they have nothing whatsoever to add, why have them on the screen? How dim do they think news viewers are? It's not unique to the Beeb by any means - pretyt much all news organisations do this now - but it is sad that even the best news broadcaster in the world now assume viewers are as thick as a sock full of custard...

Questions in SF



Farah Mendelsohn is someone who many in the SF community will have heard of (and may have read - check out the Cambridge Companion to SF, reviewed here on the Alien Online by the excellent Adam Roberts). As part of her research she has set up a blog with a questionnaire on the reading history, habits and influences of SF readers from childhood on. She's looking for volunteers to help her by filling in the questionnaire (you are free to do so under a pseudonymn if you prefer); a chance for lifelong SF lovers to give a little back.

inaugural



To mark the inauguration of that remarkable war-time hero of the American People, George W. Bush, Lardbucket Dairies is proud to present their all-new dairy product for Patriots everywhere, I Can't Believe It's Not Liberty. Produced using only the finest all-American cattle, raised on the finest all-American steroids in the patriotic heartland of Texas ranches I Can't Believe It's Not Liberty is a full-fat product (take that you Liberal nannies!) that spreads straight from the fridge.




Perfect for a patriotic breakfast or to spread on troubled nations - why labour on as whining, unpatriotic Liberals criticise your policies when with one application of
I Can't Believe It's Not Liberty on the troubled area and everything is instantly better! Apply swiftly then forget all about it - it's the American Way! Salam of Baghdad said: "My family were shot dead at a checkpoint; we have no running water or electricity; violence blights our everyday lives but now we have this remarkable spread and the sun shines on my people once more. I really Can't Believe it's Not Liberty!"



A percentage of all profits will go to the Rush Limbaugh's Red, White and Blue Donuts for Freedom programme.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

"The only security of all is in a free press. The force of public opinion cannot be resisted when permitted freely to be expressed. The agitation it produces must be submitted to. It is necessary, to keep the waters pure."

Thomas Jefferson



Found this blog via the always-excellent Boing Boing : the Committee to Protect Blogger's Rights. Difficult and upsetting as recent events over my blog have been for me there are bloggers out there who suffer more than being fired from an unforgiving company. Some suffer a lot more; imprisonment and even worse.



The good folk behind the Committee aim to raise the profile of bloggers imprisoned or worse around the world, in much the way groups such as have Amnesty highlighted imprisoned writers. In many repressive regimes throughout history the writers have always been on the top of the list to be rounded up and the printing presses were smashed or confiscated; today bloggers join them.



Some people are so terrified of the power of words they must seek to control and contain them. I think it is important that sites like the
Committee highlights these injustices - the knowledge that others round the world are aware of how they are treating bloggers may help to curb the hands of the regimes who think they can detain and silence anyone - please support them.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Signs



I had a pleasant day on Sunday as my mate Gordon took me with him and Bruce (the friendly greyhound) off to Dirleton, near North Berwick to let Bruce have a good run on the beach (the beach between their and North Berwick is a doggy social club, with more than enough butts for any happy dog to sniff). Chums have been good at making me go out - life hasn't come to a halt. We lucked out weatherwise - the cycle of sun-rain shower-sun-rain shower-sun-small meteorite shower-sun (very Scottish weather) came to an end just as we pulled up to the beach to be replaced by glorious, golden sunlight.



We thought we spotted a couple of very cool kites flying as we walked over the dunes - they looked like mini parafoils. When we cleared the dunes we realised they weren't kites and were miniature parafoils, being used to pull little trike buggies along the windswept beach - very cool! Our on-beach entertainment was continued as we watched Bruce and a very small dog both happily trying to establish ownership rights over a 3-day dead fish (it may have been 4 days - I'm waiting on the lab results, but the death doesn't look suspicious at this stage).



Then we had a visit from our old friend in the biplane, presumably from nearby East Fortune airfield (next to the museum of flight where one of the Concordes now resides). A few minutes later he was joined by a red biplane. Naturally this lead to 'curse you, Red Baron!' comments, but fortunately my brand-new Sopwith Camel wasn't shot up (okay, some may say I've read too many Snoopy books here, but I'd respond how can you read too many Snoopy tales?). The pair of them went into a series of loops, spirals, barrel rolls and the dangerous Immelman (straight upwards until stalling then flip over and dive, dive, dive!), all performed in formation. Our own free air show! Perhaps I've watched too many movies but when the roar of a diving biplane filled the air I found myself waiting on the rat-a-tat-a-tat of machine gun fire and was vaguely disappointed when it didn't come (although it's probably for the best it didn't since the other form of firing was more than enough).



We made our way back to the car in the beautiful but eerie twilight we get in Scotland; a very odd light quality, it's easy to see why our ancestors thought this was the time the Faeries were most likely to venture out on their mischief making. The strange light quality between end of day and fall of night also made this time perfect for mugging and indeed many old Scots Parish records recount gentle citizens of yesteryearbeing accosted by Faeries on the way home and having their wallets, pocket watches and snuff boxes pinched (many a sneeze came from Faerie Mounds as they partook of the snuff).



The lamp came to life on the Fidra lighthouse on its stormy little rock as we left; a pure, white beam sweeping round and round as the light of day faded. For some reason more people were still driving up to the beach as we left. Perhaps they were the vampiric beach-goers, off to walk their hellish hounds by the surf and perhaps get a nice Morticia Adams-style moon-tan on the beach.



On the way back we watched as the headlights picked out road signs on the Edinburgh bypass. One was the type you see all over the world advertising an approaching service station. We couldn't help but notice that all of the available services are denoted by pictograms: a knife and fork crossed like weapons on display on a castle wall for food; a cartoon outline of a bed for rooms; a picture of a petrol pump. All in cartoon form so all can understand it, even the illiterate. All except the sign for the loos. The only one denoted by letters instead, in this case 'WC'. Why no little cartoon cartouche of a toilet pan??? Or maybe a loo roll??? Just think on all those poor drivers with reading problems who suffer the agonies of full bladder because the authorities are too uptight to feature a cartoon lavvy seat on our nation's road signs. It's a disgrace.

I'm appealing

Okay, that's a matter of opinion, I grant you! But I refer not to my own (obviously wonderful) personal charm but to the fact that the union and I have drafted and sent in our appeal letter after I received my official notification of dismissal. Looks as if the appeal will be before the end of the month, quite possibly on the 25th of January. Which is, by coincidence, Burns Night, and also the night our SF Book Group was due to meet. If the appeal fails then the next step would be an industrial tribunal.

I'm glad to say the regulars of the Book Group still want to meet - obviously outside of my former bookshop - so we're still planning to get together to discuss Susannah Clarke's remarkable debut novel, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (great review here by Andy Sawyer on TAO). Again I've had terrific support from them and it is rewarding to know they want to continue the Book Group.

At the end of the week I was on a phone interview for a radio show in Eire and then was interviewed by a journalist from Italy and also a journalist from Germany. As if this were not enough I'm informed by a person I worked with many times over my years in the book trade that the story also made the lofty heights of the Dundee Courier! Quite a number of fellow bloggers have been continuing to mention the events on their own blogs - again I simply haven't had time to go through everyone's and post the links here (I have managed to read through them though - thank you all again for sending them).

I have now had comments on the blog and direct emails from every continent on our little wired planet with the exception of Antarctica (the penguins will be preparing for the Antarctic winter so will have little time for emailing) and the story has gone through a number of languages - it really is quite remarkable.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Free me



Some folk may have thought that Mark Thatcher slipping relatively easily out of that nasty coup trouble he found himself in was about as likely as a Prince of the Realm wearing a Nazi armband, but weird things do happen in this whacky 'ole world of ours. Still, if Mark Thatcher can be so easily excused for his actions, perhaps there is hope for your humble Woolamaloo editor?

United we stand…

And since I’m posting links, here is an extremely relevant link, being the web site for my union, the RBA. I’ve been a member for many years now and have often advocated membership to folk who ask – the more members then the stronger the union and the more it can ensure the welfare of the staff (plus previous generations of our family were miners and would never forgive me for not advocating unions).

It also means you have someone in your corner should you find yourself in an employment dispute – how prophetic that I felt this given the circumstances I found myself in! I’ve certainly had good support right from the get-go – I felt so freaked out when I was first suspended and sent home and I can honestly say I felt some relief once I had been in touch with the RBA, so you’ll forgive me for quite shamelessly plugging them here. The genially smiling Dave who is on the main page is the man who kindly accompanied me and supported me through my recent hearing and was a steady prop to me on a stressful day.

Latest links

I’ve been receiving comments and direct emails from a quite incredible number of people from around the world. Some of the most recent have come from Italy, Israel, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Brazil, Australia, China, all over the USA, Canada and Belgium (Michiel told me that a Belgian paper De Standaard not only published the story they ran a Dilbert cartoon next to it! Priceless - obviously they got the joking tone, unlike the company).

I was writing yesterday about the way in which I have always loved the connections you can make via the web. Distance and geographical borders are no impediment – communications flow as fast as Einstein’s rules will allow around the world. It looks as if even language is no longer the barrier it once was – barriers can be surmounted when we really feel we have to, physically and spiritually. It’s stimulating and humbling at the same time.

I’ve always enjoyed being part of the online community and the SF community, but never as much as now, despite the worries and travails which come with all that has happened. We may not think about it every day, but we should pause and consider from time to time just how marvellous it is that we can reach out to one another across distance and time. If it makes me feel like this I wonder how valuable it feels to those who are infirm or disabled or housebound? Those in more isolated areas?

Here are just a few of the latest links:

Fohla Online (Brazilian newspaper).

Nu.nl from the Netherlands.

Diverse Books.

The Blogger’s Rights Blog.

And closer to home here in Bonnie Scotland (and it is actually nice today – cold, crisp, clear, sunny and calm after the gales and storms. Not superstitious, but I do hope that this is a good omen!) from Scotland’s other quality broadsheet, The Herald, which has some very interesting angles on it on blogging, privacy, freedom and companies – worth reading for any bloggers actually (thanks to Bob for the link).

This link isn’t about me (good, some folk will say!), although it came to me via a nice letter of support (and some nice suggestions) from Jason, who is a presenter, journalist and musician. He is trying something very interesting in terms of making music and downloads which he hopes will benefit the victims of the recent tsunami, which has been another instance of the web and blogs being used to effect good.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Busy day



Very busy - right from the off as I had a reporter and photographer literally on my doorstep first thing this morning. A little later as I was finding out what an odd experience it is to look at or read about yourself in the papers (and it
is odd) and I had several more calls. A very nice lady from my MSP's office called to say someone from the BBC had tried to reach me via them and she put us in touch. A little later another call and then as I was preparing to head out to the BBC's new Edinburgh studio (down by the Parliament, across from the Scotsman's new home) yet another, both from other BBC radio stations and programmes, so I ended up doing three short interviews in a row at the Edinburgh studio for BBC Scotland's Newsdrive, BBC Radio 1's Newsbeat and Radio Five Live's Drivetime. The irony is the last time I was in a BBC Edinburgh studio was to discuss literature and I had been asked in as an expert bookseller from a well-known company. Fate, it seems, never tires of playing silly buggers with all of us...



As if this were not odd enough for me, I decided to walk back since the foul weather had abated. I got as far as the Cowgate when a woman in a car passed by looking at me. She pulled in, got out and crossed over towards me. I noticed the Real Radio logo on the car - it turned out she had been trying to get in touch with me earlier, but of course I had been out at the Beeb. She recognised me as she passed from the morning papers and so there was another quick radio interview, just like that. Isn't life strange - but would we have it any other way?



Back home and a few more calls and an enormous amount of emails and new comments on the blog, including some more media enquiries. I'm still trying to read through the latest batch of emails and comments. They are incredibly diverse - a spectrum of folk across the online world, from lecturers to booksellers, mountain climbers to lawyers, from China to Texas, Norway to Australia. The inter-connected 'global village' - a cross section (one person, Eric I think it was, even quoted a suitable piece from de Rostand's Cyrano de Bergerac in his comment - my all-time favourite film - plus one of my favourite poets, Edwin Morgan, does a killer Scots translation of the play!). If there are any anthropologists reading this, I imagine there's a potentially interesting paper in both the differences and unities among bloggers and other online dwellers and events like this would be a good place to start the study. Cyber anthropology, anyone?



I would dearly like to be able to respond individually to each person who has taken the time and trouble to contact me, but there are too many to keep up with right now - it really is overwhelming in all senses, but also quite wonderful. Rest assured that I thank you all very much (and for the person who asked what sort of fashion victim I was with beard and bandana I'd have thought it was obvious I was a buccaneer you cheeky scamp - as my cutlass was out of shot and the parrot had been eaten by the cats I understand your confusion, nameless one, arrrrrr).



The fact that so many diverse people from around the world have taken time in their lives to offer sympathy and support even although they have never met me is uplifting; it is also a nice illustration of the way in which technology allows many of us to connect with others. I've always enjoyed that aspect of the web (even back pre-web when it was just a mostly text-based internet many of us enjoyed online discussion groups). I've connected with a number of folk through the web over the years, some of whom have become very dear friends and who I would never have met otherwise. It's also been nice to hear from some folk who found that they enjoyed the Woolamaloo in general, never having heard of it before recent events (a point I've tried to make - this was just one among tens of thousands of blogs).



Common themes emerging seem to be about the possible erosion of the freedom of speech and expression (considering what it cost for us to have freedom of speech this is most understandable, as is the desire to protect what was so dearly bought) and the intrusion of the corporate world into the personal; how far should a company have influence into the personal life of staff? Where do you draw the line? How much of your life is your life?



Quite a few folk have commented on how they have experienced similar problems with other companies. Two folk here in the storm-lashed UK have told me that they lost their jobs over their blogs, so the news articles aren't quite right on the claim some made that I was the first to be 'dooced' (as the term now is) in the UK - JGRAM has his blog on his upsetting experience here. Another contributor going by the wonderful moniker of Dykenee Crossroads (superb!) told me she lost her job in September 2003 because of work mentions on her blog. I suspect that there will be further problems in the future, which is probably one of the reasons the media have become so interested. The public reaction and the inter-connection and support of bloggers and other web users shows that it is something of a Pandora's Box for employee and the employer and both have to be careful. It can be scary, but I still say there's a lot to be said for being a Virtual Citizen.



More links



The online version of today's Guardian article, with related blogging articles.



The Scotsman article (I'm indebted to one contributor who drew my attention to the adverts beneath it - have a look!) and also the Edinburgh Evening News - BTW the Scotsman group generally requires you to register to use all of the facilities, but it is free (and useful) - go to www.scotsman.com to register.



BBC online article.



I'll need to try and post some more links as time allows (job searches and application forms to fill in, talk to bank etc).

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Quick Links

Your ever-so handy, cut-out and keep list of links pertinent to the current shenanigans, very kindly compiled and listed by Olly - much thanks, mate.

The story goes national

Had the unusual experience this afternoon of modeling in Princes Street near my former bookshop for two broadsheet newspapers, the Scotsman and the Guardian, both of whom had contacted me independently after coming across the story (which is thanks to the many people who have been discussing it - Great Zarquon I've had emails from Canada, America, South America, Europe, Australia and even from China), so if you are in the UK you know which papers to look in and if you are outside then the links above will take you to the online versions of both.

They requested photographs, hence my modeling in a very windy Princes Street this afternoon, much to the bemusement and amusement of passers-by (well, we always aim to entertain here too) and curious looks from a few former colleagues through the window. I had prepared a cover story just in case - since so many magazines have been criticised for contributing to eating disorders through the use of painfully thin models, this was a reaction. Ladies and gentlemen, the new fashion model for Beer Drinker's Monthly, sponsored by the Caledonian Brewery (I wish). The pull-out centrefold is, alas, just to fit in my tummy and my big mouth. I am a trifle worried about how many chins will be visible, but soldiered on nonetheless
The power of communication



Word of mouth has long been a method of communication which many people like - it's personal and direct. In the Information Age we have electronic word of mouth: a message, if it strikes the right chord, may ripple outwards, forwarded on and on. That certainly seems to be the case here as other people around the planet, from around the UK, Europe, America, Canada, Australia and others have been commenting (mostly in a supportive way, thank you).



My blog was something I ran for fun, for therapeutic value and because I enjoyed the fact I entertained some friends with it and made new friends via it. Small-scale and mostly read by friends and friends of friends and the occasional person who would come across it somehow - just another (darkly humorous) blog among many tens of thousands around the globe. Now it is being discussed for good or ill by a large number of people around the world - other bloggers, fellow booksellers (in and out of my former company), publishers, fellow reviewers and writers and even journalists.



Neil Gaiman has just discussed it on his journal - very nice to see he remembers me and the enjoyable events we've held together in Waterstone's in Edinburgh (the very first one in our windowless basement, full to capacity, just after Neverwhere came out, years back when I still had hair. For the second one in a nice, Georgian restaurant I had to make up the fliers myself - another piece of promotion I undertook myself for a company event to make sure it went well and readers knew of it).



Jo Best has written a fine article on the online journal Silicon.Com here and Tim Richardson of online IT journal The Register has posted another article here. Martin Waller has written a short article on the City desk of the Times (thanks to Olly for the direct link and also for pointing out Jo Best's article is also here on CNET). I've had some more enquiries this afternoon and will keep you all posted. I'd like to add, for the benefit of anyone who thinks I am just trying to extract some sort of vengeance that this could all have been avoided easily and that I am mostly being approached by journalists who have read of this on another blog or Boing Boing or in one case I was told the reporter heard of it via a writer who brought it to his attention, so I'm not muck-raking or mud-slinging here - people seem to want to know about what has happened.



It is good to see how many people, many of whom I have never met or heard from before, are offering me their best wishes and sharing their outrage. Right now I'm getting ready for a trip to the Job Centre for my interview, searching every site I can online for work and desperately hoping to sort something out before I hit a financial black hole (oddly enough I really didn't plan out my finances, such as they are - bookselling, like retail, not being a big pay industry - around losing a job after eleven years at the start of the New Year. Bizarre Kafka-esque black comedy notions are running through my head and the timing, being suspended right before Xmas, adds an almost Dickensian flavour to the proceedings.



When I think on what may happen if I don't get work quickly I feel physically sick with worry - the many offers of support so many of you have extended to me, along with the help and love of friends and family who have been wonderful throughout keeps picking me up when the black waves of despair break upon my shores. The late, great Douglas Adams once said you should always know where your towel is - if I may extend the earlier metaphor, my friends and loved ones have picked me up and towelled me down.

Monday, January 10, 2005

With the kind permission of author Richard Morgan I'm posting the text of a rather eloquent letter he wrote to my former manager and is copying to Waterstone's head office:

Dear sir,

I am writing with regard to the dismissal this week of one of your long-time employees, Joe Gordon. As an author who has had dealings with Joe through author events and signings at your branch, I was stunned to learn about the proceedings. I can honestly say that in my experience, Joe has always behaved with the utmost professionalism and enthusiasm, and a brief round of conversations with other authors has only reinforced this impression. He is a valuable member of staff of the sort that any bookstore should count itself fortunate to have.

I understand that this dismissal has been occasioned by comments on Joe's blog column, which I read on a regular basis and thus am familiar with. While I don't wish to interfere in company business, I have to say I think this bears comparison with taking disciplinary action based on private conversation overheard in a pub, and raises some disturbing issues of freedom of speech. Waterstones is, after all, a bookseller, whose stock in trade is the purveying of opinion, not all of it palatable to those concerned. You sell books which offer serious critique of the corporate environment and government, but do not expect to suffer punitive action from government or corporate quarters as a result. You sell books which criticise and satirise religious and political groups, but you do not expect to be firebombed by extremists as a result. Surely Joe has the right to let off steam in his free time without having to fear for his livelihood as a result. The action that has been taken so far bears more resemblance to the behaviour of an American fast food chain than a company who deal in intellectual freedoms and the concerns of a pluralist liberal society.

It seems to me that this whole matter has been an unfortunate over-reaction with no positive outcome for anyone concerned. Joe has lost a job he liked and did well, Waterstones the company in general and your branch in particular will attract rather negative publicity from the incident, and there will doubtless now be all the lengthy confrontational unpleasantness of an industrial tribunal. In short it leaves a sour taste in everyone's mouth. Surely there has to be a more productive way to deal with the issue. I worked for many years in management myself, and I understand well the stresses and complexities of situations like this. But given the value that Joe offers as a participative member of Waterstones staff, and given the issues of free speech raised, I would hope that some compromise more in keeping with a civilised society and an intellectually involved company could be reached.

Though I shall hardcopy this letter to you and Waterstones head office next week, I would appreciate your response to this e-mail as soon as you have the opportunity.

Many thanks.

Yours faithfully

Richard Morgan

Another author, Edinburgh-based Charlie Stross has also posted a very considered opinion on his live journal.
Spreading

Since Cory Doctorow posted the dismissal story on the excellent Boing Boing yesterday there has been a lot more discussion on this matter (Boing Boing also has an interesting related article on companies who have fired staff over blogs - a worrying trend). Quite a few more comments posted here and a number of other web sites discussing the matter now.

I've also had some very kind emails expressing sympathy, outrage and support from a wide variety of people, many of whom I have never met, including some people who I can't name because they work in the book industry in the UK (indeed some actually work for Waterstone's all around the country) and I don't want to cause them any problems - nonetheless it was very kind of you to get in touch with me, thank you. Kind words from several writers and editors I have worked with have helped cheer me up. One editor generously commented that I had helped increase the awareness and sales of some of their imprint's writers. It's nice to know that so many people appreciated my efforts in bookselling, even if my own company ultimately did not.


As the ostensible reason for my being dismissed was that my sarcastic rambling were bringing the company into disrepute (a rather flexible and nebulous term) this whole shameful debacle has been something of an own-goal for Waterstone's. The thing is, they must have anticipated that the story would become more widely know if they fired me. Both my union rep and I pointed out that potential bad publicity could be an outcome if I was fired (in a general manner, we certainly did not threaten them with such a tactic).

As this move was supposedly because they felt I was causing harm to the company's image why then would the company make this move which could only result in
more discussion and coverage of their actions, which most folk seem to agree was heavy-handed? It seems to fly in the face of the argument that they were trying to protect their public image. Quite a number of people have expressed their disgust and their intention to go elsewhere for book purchases, so this whole thing has been an enormously counter-productive move and one which need not have happened had reason prevailed.

Among the latest folk discussing developments(not enough time and space to list everyone) are: The Community At Large, Scribbling Woman, The Republic of T (which also has an interesting piece on an international blogger's rights 'bill'), Detrimental Postulation, Cyber Junky, Foreword.

Saturday, January 8, 2005

More discussion



More discussion online here at Diverse Books and also on Edinburgers (where opinion is mixed, so let no-one accuse me of not putting in links which include people who do not agree with me - that is in the nature of free speech after all).



In response to some of those there who consider that I am to blame for my current woes, I would re-iterate once more that this is an incredibly heavy-handed response. I did not set out to attack the company in some systematic manner - if I had wished to do so then I could have; I did not. In fact I have over eleven years done much to publicise the company in a variety of ways, nor has my work quality been questioned. You would think therefore that someone with so many years of service would be treated a little more fairly.



Surely the sensible thing would have been for my manager to have a word with me and warn me that the company found this unacceptable? Bearing in mind there is no specific policy on blogs etc, only a very vague 'bringing the company into disrepute' which could be interpreted in any way the company sees fit. I and the union offered to cease if it caused such offence and to accept a warning and suggested a clearer policy be issued to guide other staff in the future, but this was disregarded.



There is also the issue of how the company became aware of a minor blog. They would not tell us, even at the hearing, who made the complaint and the nature of it. I think I should know who my accuser is and what they took exception to. Especially since the blog clearly states that it is satirical in nature. It raises issues such as why are companies monitoring their employee's personal time online (the union has told me of another case where the same company has dealt harshly with a staff member over a web issue (not a blog)) and does a work contract hold sway over your personal life outside of work. I also asked if I were to repeat such a tale in the pub to a friend and the wrong person overheard it would that be a disciplinary breach? By the way they are interpreting the rules, it would seem to me it would, which would be a shameless invasion of your freedom of expression. In the event I did not receive an answer to that question either.



Regardless of personal feelings however, it was a very silly action to dismiss me in this manner since it has made things far more visible, which given the company did not want online discussion to begin with is ironic. If this has been dealt with in a quieter manner I would not now be urgently trying to find a new job and Waterstone's could have saved themselves from bad publicity and from losing a long-serving and experienced member of staff who always tried to increase the diversity of the range, support good, new writers and encourage others to read them via reviews, author events, nmedia appearances and a book group. Now does that sound like the actions of someone who was setting out to really rip apart the company image? Complaining in a humorous way about a bad day at work is not exactly high treason now, is it?

Thursday, January 6, 2005

“Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want rain without thunder and lightning.”
Frederick Douglass

Over the course of the Woolamaloo Gazette I have posted on a wide variety of subjects; sometimes on books, movies or simply the city of Edinburgh; often on topical and troublesome ones. This however is one of the most difficult I have ever had to write. Shortly before Christmas, in the spirit of that season, my manager at Waterstone’s asked me to come into the office. Within a few, short moments I was told that for comments I had posted on this web site I was now subject to an enquiry to determine if I should face a disciplinary hearing for ‘gross misconduct’ because I had ‘brought the company into disrepute’. I was informed (more than once) that this could cause my dismissal. I was suspended on pay and escorted from the premises of the bookstore I had worked in for eleven years.

Because of the holidays the disciplinary hearing was not held until yesterday, Wednesday 5th. I could not really talk about it here while the process was ongoing – I am now free to discuss what happened for the brutally simple reason that Waterstone’s dismissed me from my job yesterday. They took great exception to my mentioning of work on my blog. They said I had violated the rules and brought the company into disrepute. I think by their actions they have brought the UK’s biggest book chain into disrepute.

Anyone who has been a regular reader of the Gazette will know that I do occasionally mention my work life, although it accounts for a fraction of my written output. Like many folk I am not always happy at work (I have good days too, I don’t go in miserable all the time as I’m sure former colleagues would attest if they could) and me being me when I mention bad days or annoying occurrences I do so in my own satirical, sarcastic, comedic style. I often put many things into a basic narrative form, add characters etc. So I would coin terms such as ‘Bastardstone’s’ and have a character called ‘Evil Boss’ (my equivalent to Dilbert’s Pointy Haired Boss – in fact I compared head office directives to being in a Dilbert cartoon). I once referred to a chum and former colleague, Olly, when he found a full time IT job after his graduation as being a successful member of the Escape Committee at work. This was brought up at my hearing yesterday. My protest that this was (to me a bloody obvious) spoof on the Great Escape didn’t seem to cut any ice. This will give you an idea of what I faced.

I pointed out that I had not set out to deliberately ruin the company’s image. In fact I don’t think I have even inadvertently; if I had wished to do that then I would have been running less satirical and far more biting comments on a rather more regular basis, rather than commenting from time to time about a bad day at work, a grumpy manager or the like. You’d think I had run a sustained propaganda campaign of subversion.

I pointed out that I did not let my annoyances get in the way of performing my duties at work (indeed no complaint was made about my work) and that, like many bloggers it was therapeutic to vent steam outside of work. I pointed out that I posted these comments in my OWN time, writing in my OWN home for my OWN blog. It’s not linked to any official Waterstone’s site and does not reflect their opinion but mine. The site clearly says (twice) on the header that it is SATIRICAL and that it is my ‘mumblings and rants’. I expressed my own OPINION in my own time, something I am legally entitled do (the European Convention on Human Rights, part of Scots Law since the devolved parliament was brought in expressly guarantees this right). I told them I felt they were violating my civil rights. I told them I have informed my MSP because of this.

Long before full universal suffrage in this country we still had stinging satire (recall those Punch cartoons among many others) – it is an accepted part of our culture and one of the ways individuals have to remind large organisations, be they companies or governments that we too have a voice and a right to use it. People have used satire, sarcasm and humour to make points for centuries. Today that freedom is enshrined in law.

I pointed out that I had over my eleven years promoted Waterstone’s in many ways, sometimes on my own time. I have organised and hosted more author events with more writers for the enjoyment of more book-buyers than I can recall. I have written for the guide books which Waterstone’s had printed on various genres. I have appeared in print media and broadcast, talking on the BBC in my own time about literature, introduced as an expert bookseller from Waterstone’s in Edinburgh. That’s publicity you can’t buy. I had contributed to the Edinburgh International Book Festival when Waterstone’s still sponsored them. I told them that there were numerous authors who would tell them that I had been an excellent ambassador for the company. I even defended them when the company was attacked in the Scottish press for not supporting independent Scots publishers (oh the irony). None of this seemed to matter to Waterstone’s yesterday.

I asked why, if the company did not like me commenting about work on my blog they did not simply have the branch manager have a quiet word with me? Should that not have been the proper way to deal with this? I told the hearing that if this had been done I probably would have refrained to keep the peace. My union rep also brought up this point. We did not get a proper answer to this question. We asked how the blog (which is not exactly high profile) came to their attention and who lodged the complaint. They didn’t know. Enquiries were made during and adjournment. We asked again afterwards. We were told that they were not at liberty to tell us this. So I do not know who my accuser is, which seems rather unfair to me.

I pointed out once more that I was outraged that a company seemed to think it had the right to tell an employee what opinions they could articulate in their own time. I asked if I repeated some of the articles they found offensive in the blog to a friend in the pub would that not also be defaming the company by the logic they were employing here? I was not answered. I pointed out that this was like the Thought Police and invasive of my rights. I was told that if I discussed anything to do with work then I was representing the company and must conform to their rules. Obviously I dispute this strongly – this is like saying we have a new feudal system where companies are the lords and employees are mere serfs who they own. How can I possibly be considered to be representing the company on my own site in my own time? In fact do not most companies around the world have riders attached to their email saying explicitly that any comments within are not necessarily those of the company? So why do they assume I am talking for the company on my own site in my own time? That makes no sense to me.

I am not a serf; I am not an indentured servant. I am a free man with the right of freedom of expression. The company does not own me, body and soul – conforming to their rules at work is to be expected, but in your own time and space? How can anyone be expected to go through their personal life in fear of saying the wrong thing? No-one should.

This has left me dreadfully upset. That a company I have given so many years to could treat me in such a brutal manner is despicable. That a book company thinks so little of the primacy of freedom of expression is alarming. I pointed out that Waterstone’s has stated publicly several times in the past that as a bookseller they believe in the freedom of expression and not in censorship. In fact a campaign was mounted a few years back which had banners along the lines of ‘what did Hitler, Stalin and Pol Pot have in common? They feared the power of the written word. Celebrate Freedom of expression with us.’ Some folks may recall it. I asked if this was actually meant or was it simply cynical marketing? I was not answered.

I have never been fired in my life until now. I have never even been unemployed – I worked my way through college (that’s when I began at Waterstone’s). Now I find myself having to urgently try and find work at short notice, I find myself worried about my financial security, my bills, my mortgage and how to get another job after eleven years of service and where that will be and when. I find myself having to consult with my union over what appeal or action we can now take against this company for their despicable, dishonourable actions.

Fortunately my family, my friends, fellow bloggers, fellow reviewers and writers have been offering me sympathy, advice and support. Times like this, they say, are where you find out who your friends are. Well, I have found out I have a lot of immensely good friends and they have lifted my spirits remarkably. I’m not alone.

And other bloggers and readers, new to this site, you too should pay some attention here because I’m not alone and these shameful actions affect more than just me. These actions have implications for everyone who blogs and works, which, let’s face it, would be thousands of us. If my rights to the freedom of expression can be ignored in this manner then so can the rights of any worker’s. You also have to ask yourself who is listening to you? Who is reading what you write and passing judgement? Is it acceptable for companies to be monitoring what their employees do in their own time? To act as if your employment contract controls every aspect of your personal life outside of work?

The free expression of opinions and thoughts is the most primal of our democratic rights. Our entire culture is based around it. The book trade could not exist without it. The internet would not exist without it. Blogs would not exist without it. Once upon a time a man was executed for translating the Bible into English – considered a dreadful heresy and, more importantly, a threat to the power and control of the authorities of the time. Eras change, but the notion of powerful groups trying to subvert the ability of others to communicate remains constant. That’s why we have laws and rights.

Freedom of speech, freedom of expression. These are not idle words. They are not some dusty old phrases liberals like to mention from time to time. They are as vital to our free, democratic way of life as water and air.

The word is already spreading beyond my family and friends. A lot of people are thinking about this and asking themselves if this is a company they want to deal with. That is not for me to say; it is for them to decide - but you should certainly be made aware of their actions when deciding.

Other friends and bloggers have already spoken out on this and I wish to thank them very, very much for their kind words and generous support. Friends closer to home have dragged me out for food and drink and movies to cheer me up. There’s nothing in this life like knowing you have people who care for you and will always help you. It’s humbling, it’s inspiring – it sustains you when all else seems dark and I thank you all so very much.


There are more than I can properly thank here, but here are some of their writings on the subject already expressed: Ariel; Matthew; Lili; Nil Desperandum. Many more have emailed me. I really can't express my gratitude enough to you.

Tuesday, January 4, 2005

The Spirit was willing



Sad news just in via Boing Boing - the legendary Will Eisner has passed away. Writers such as Neil Gaiman have been mentioning his illness and recent surgery, but unfortunately it seems to have been too much for the elderly illustrator. Anyone who reads comics, graphic novels or is jsut interested in quality storytelling will be aware of Eisner, most famous for
The Spirit, (who was still working on new work despite his age of 87 - indeed Eisner awards are given for excellence, so highly is his work, and the man himself, regarded. He will be missed but leaves a large body of excellent work to inspire future generations of readers and writers.



On a slightly more upbeat note one of our local Edinburgh denizens, writer and keen proponent of automatic cat litter trays, Charlie Stross is on the cover with his chum and sometime collaborator the excellent Cory Doctorow (read Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom, it is fab) on the cover of this month's Locus.



As you can see this is the special edition of Locus where two exciting SF writers take their stand, one for having hair only on the lower part of the skull and one for having it on top.