Inkspeak: If Bach Had Been a Beekeeper by Charles Tomlinson, guitar by Dave Hulatt

 

Musical-Bee

 

 

If Bach had been a beekeeper

he would have heard

all those notes

suspended above one another

in the air of his ear

as the differentiated swarm returning

to the exact hive,

and place in the hive

topping up the cells

with the honey of C major,

food for the listening generations,

key to their comfort

and solace of their distress

as they return and return

to those counterpointed levels

of hovering wings where

movement is dance and the air itself

a scented garden

 

 

Poetry Drawer: Afternoon Tea with Grandfather Crampton by Faye Joy

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Plaited Patricia sits gawky and awkward:

long legs, short dress, tight bodice, puffed sleeves.

She clasps shiny knees with rough red hands,

swollen fingers catching in fancy laced linen.

 

Pin-striped legs tucked under his chair,

with bony knees so carefully aligned,

grandfather Crampton’s copper plate fingers

clasp a bone china handle. He lowers his lips

 

to a porcelain rim. Such Edwardian restraint.

An elegant gesture accomplished with ease.

She cannot do likewise, plaited Patricia,

her fingers scramble to find any purchase

 

on willow pattern handles. Her efforts slip slop

spooling hot tea over misaligned knees,

down purple calves to her leather tongued shoes.

Fumbling and scrabbling in her dress pocket

 

miscellaneous crumbs join tea trails and

fine crocheted doilies are caught in the snag.

A tumble down teatime descends to the lawn.

 

Those pin-striped knees engineer a small turn

and a genteel white head with a weak wan smile

responds to this mishap, with scarcely a nod.

 

Inky Interview Special: Elisabeth Sennitt Clough by Kev Milsom

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Hello Elisabeth, it’s lovely to meet you. Can I start by asking about the foundations of your early writing inspirations? Who inspired you during your youth and adolescent years, and also can you see any aspects of your literary heroes within your own writing?

Hello, Kev, lovely to meet you too. Thank you for taking the time to interview me.

The foundations of my early writing inspirations have to be fairy tales! At a young age, I read many traditional British fairy tales, such as the two volumes collated by Amabel Williams-Ellis. Like many myths and legends, these offered an alternative explanation for events, happenings, geography, etc. and inspired my imagination. I was particularly drawn to the opposite forces at play: how the darker side was a constant threat, undermining any sentimentality in the tale.

Also, from the age of nine or ten, I read many of my mother’s paperbacks – typical pulp horror stories from the 1960s and ’70s, such as the Pan Books. I think the cover art – feral cats and zombies – drew me to these books. Ever the rebel, I probably felt as though I was reading something I shouldn’t.

My mother was (is) also a huge fan of Daphne Du Maurier. Novels such as Jamaica Inn and Rebecca have definitely influenced my poetry, and the synopses of these two novels have parallels with my own life. My father died when I was a baby and shortly thereafter my mother moved in with a man who was very domineering – I grew up believing he was my biological father.

As such, the fairy tales, the Pan Books and the Du Maurier novels showed me early on that writers let their imaginations take them into very dark places sometimes and that it is okay to allow that to happen – although for me it feels uncomfortable at times. In a way, this echoes what Don Paterson says when he remarks, ‘Write about whatever you’re avoiding writing about. There are dragons guarding all the good stuff.’

From reading a selection of your poems, I am immediately struck by the breadth of the topics covered – ranging from conversations based on historical characters (‘Grazini’s Hourglass’), to personal memories (‘My Father’s Coat’ & ‘1979’), fantasy fairy-tales and much more. Is there one particular poetical genre that ‘calls’ to you most, or are you more focused on producing creative writing with a wide scope of feelings, topics and emotions?

I like to experiment with poetry. Several of my poems in my pamphlet and debut collection correspond to the three-part lyric poem principle and are narrative. I’ve heard that there is a movement against the lyric poem by some feminists; I consider myself a feminist, but don’t have an issue with writing lyric poems (in a non-ironical way). I grew up in a violent household with a domineering stepfather – just because I’ve written about him, this does not mean I’m celebrating what he did.

I’m also writing a sequence, possibly a second pamphlet, of poems inspired by the Bauhaus and titled, ‘Form Without Ornament’. You might define these as more experimental, minimalist and loosely ekphrastic pieces.

I read a lot of contemporary US poetry and am in complete awe of poets such as Robin Coste Lewis, Rickey Laurentis and Aracelis Girmay – the way they take the page and are not afraid to own the words they put on it. Thinking of contemporary UK poets – Andrew McMillan’s poetry has a similar effect on me.

Thank you, I’m now immediately researching ‘ekphrastic’ poetry; a term I’ve not heard of but which appears fascinating. Speaking of inspiration, do you utilise a specific pattern of planning before writing, Elisabeth, or is it a much freer and flowing process that creates your poetry?

I’ve become a bit of a workshop junkie of late, and the seeds of many of my poems were planted in workshop sessions. On occasion, I do sit down and plan a poem or its premise, but this is after the inspirational idea – what my mentor, Mona Arshi, explains is le vers donne (from Baudelaire) – has already come to me. Similarly, even with ‘gift poems,’ those that unfold themselves easily and quickly, there is a process of editing and sharpening – le vers calcule.

You’ve travelled across the globe and lived in several continents. How much affect do you think this has had upon your writing style? In your view, has experiencing different countries and cultures enhanced your own creative abilities?

Certainly, living in different countries changed my outlook. For instance, when I first went to Indonesia (in 1995), there were of course very few people there who looked like me, and I was pointed at and/or photographed in the street. This was a new experience for me, and I began to question my knowledge and beliefs. I visited the colonial section of Jakarta and began to think about the way in which Western history has continually asserted itself as superior to all others, through cartography (the Mercator projection, for example) and other processes. When I returned to the UK, I became interested in post-colonialism and spent the next decade studying and writing academically about various aspects of postcolonial theory.

Similarly, when I lived and studied in Iceland, I learned that the Icelanders who emigrated to Canada were subject to being called ‘white Inuit’ by British and French settlers and that there was a hierarchy of settler races in Canada, with white British and French considered superior to all others.

More recently, I was fortunate enough to live in Fresno, California, the city where former U.S. Poet Laureate Philip Levine taught and spent the latter years of his life. Due to the fact that Levine ran the MFA programme at Fresno State University, even after he had retired, there was a thriving poetry scene in Fresno. Poetry had found its way from the university and independent cafes to the everyday – I lived a block away from my public library, and there were rows dedicated to poetry in there, as well as several readings. I discovered the works of several wonderful poets in my local library – poets such as Ada Limon – whom I might never have come across.

In terms of how you write, could you share with our readers how you usually put words down? Does this involve notebooks and pens/pencils, or are you someone who feels the need to write on a word processor, or perhaps using some other form of modern technology?

I love notebooks. I fill them quickly and so am always in places like Papercase. I also only write in pencil with an eraser on the end. Typing up is the final stage of the process for me. I like the rhythm of writing, the cursive flow on the page – it helps with the music of the poem somehow: the breaths, the line-breaks, the momentum, etc.

When I visited Sri Lanka, I learned that Sanskrit poets would write on palm leaves. There’s something very organic and beautiful about that idea – writing on actual leaves.

To follow on from about how you write, could you share with our readers something about where your writing process takes place, Elisabeth? Is there one specific location that you visit daily/nightly in order to get the words down? Or is the process more random in nature?

I find that motion helps with the writing process – Ian Duhig told me that he writes on buses! For me, it’s trains. Some of my strongest poems have been written on the Great Northern line!

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with our readers, Elisabeth! It’s always a pleasure to read poetry that moves the soul and excites the senses. I’d like to end by asking you how you think your poetry has changed over the last few years (especially since the influences of university), also what creative plans you have for the rest of this year and 2017.

I feel it’s very important for me as a writer to keep reading contemporary poetry and understand what is happening with poetry around the world, as well as how it fits with, or works against, what went before. I’ve just read a poem in a sequence by Robin Coste Lewis, for instance, that lists thirteen statuettes of black women, such as ‘Venus of Willendorf’, and ends with the parenthetical statement ‘thirteen ways of looking at a black girl.’ This poem gains added meaning when considering the racially-charged titles of Wallace Stevens’s poetry.

I am proof-reading my pamphlet Glass at present (with my editor Ellie Danak), ready for publication in August, as well as polishing my debut collection manuscript, which is fifty or so pages long. I am also working on ‘Form without Ornament’, which might possibly be a second pamphlet.

For further information, please visit: Elisabeth’s website

 

Poetry Drawer: I Sniff Books by Faye Joy

 

When I wanted to run a home

for stray elephants, my parents

gave me a big book – Wild Animals.

 

I opened it. Smooth

semi-gloss pages

slipped and slithered

through anxious little fingers,

hundreds of heavy pages.

 

I picked it up, its heft was great,

and set it splat on a table,

leaned over and placed

my nose right there

into its folded down wings,

closed my eyes,

eased into the jungle,

into a mystery

that has never left me.

 

I know all the aromas,

I’m expert now,

all the papers, printing inks,

the surface similarities,

the differences, PH values,

antique and azure laid,

bible paper, thin, opaque,

bond or base or clay-coated,

laminate or plain, off-white,

or low opaque to minimise

the show through text.

Add cold-set

lithographic ink,

head-set, sheetset or web offset.

 

And now my son,

via Gunter Grass and Gerhard Steidl,

Robert Frank and Tony Chamber’s

Wallpaper,

has sent a birthday gift:

a bottle in a book, a book in a bottle:

 

Paper Passion – sniff me!

 

Poetry Drawer: Carbon Copies by Pat Edwards

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I have known death

have been close to it

watched a man die

heard my own death

whisper in the room

 

I am fifty-eight

each year of me

has seen violent death

in the name of causes

for this regime that power

to start something

end something

remember something

 

these detached deaths down the ages

did not touch me at my core

I did not know their smell

fragrance of oils that seep

from skin and hair

I did not know their voice

or know their breathing

I did not wave them off

to war to work to shop to play

 

I did not properly love them

 

these deaths will churn

in the loop of time

that holds the Earth

I will suck molecules

that held their last breath

I will feel their currents

timeless waves of lost

our carbon converging

in footprints of gone

 

I could not properly love them

 

Pat’s Blog

Pat Edwards is a writer, teacher and performer who arrived late to the poetry party, but ready for an all-nighter. She has recently appeared at Wenlock Poetry Festival where she read with Keith Chandler and Nick Pearson. No subject is off-limits for Pat, as her recent book “Flux” asserts. Pat lives in Mid Wales on the Powys-Shropshire border where she hosts Verbatim open mic sessions in Welshpool. She is currently helping to organise the Welshpool Poetry Festival which is on the 10th and 11th of June.
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Poetry Drawer: Hole by Mark Sheeky

 

fire

How can I explain,
thirty years of hole
now filled, like an electric light
in a sea-storm of cyan
salt and introspective madness.

How can I portray
red boot-lace nerves
that weep, now relaxed after
a life of brass piano-string tension
and grating humming burning.

How can I convey nothing,
nothingness,
blackness,
blackness,
hole, and
hole,
except by something
lovely and hot, melting, flying,
rays like arms of fire that stretch
and connect and feel, caress,
weep, and love.

 

Inky Interview with author Rachael Lindsay by Kev Milsom

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Hello Rachael!  It’s wonderful to meet you and also to explore your world of writing.  Could you start by sharing your founding inspirations with us? What writers have influenced your own creative pathway, and at what specific point did you truly believe that writing was going to be not just a passion in your life, but a career?

As a child, I was an avid reader. I loved nothing more than climbing my rope ladder into the large sycamore tree in my back garden, taking with me the characters of my favourite books: Peter Pan, pirates, mermaids, Red Indian princesses, faeries, and dragons. Closing my eyes and gripping the tree’s branches firmly, I played out scenes from the stories, exchanged riddles with Gollum, and became lost in my imagination.

M. Barrie was my hero, but I also revelled in J. R. R. Tolkien, Lewis Carroll, Rudyard Kipling, C. S. Lewis, and A. A Milne. I loved Kipling’s asides to his audience (dearly Beloved), the landscape of Narnia, and nonsense poetry. My young mind was full of mythical creatures and places; I still have my copy of The Sentimental Dragon by Grace Cox-Ife, pages now falling from their binding and signed at the front in my childish hand.

I spent many happy weeks in Switzerland when I was young, as my father worked there for periods of time. Those breath-taking mountains, lakes and waterfalls have now joined forces with the fjords and forests of Norway, to create a backdrop for much of my writing. Who could not be inspired by all of these influences?

As a result of my happy experiences in both real life and fantasy, I always wanted to write stories, from being about five or six years old. Of course, I had to be a serious grown-up for a while – teaching, earning money and bringing my two wonderful children into the world – but then, I reached an epiphany when sealing the large, brown envelope which contained the manuscript of The Warrior Troll. It seemed like the right time. Time for me. All it took was one deep breath and a leap of faith.

How did your specific idea(s) for the Trolls begin? Was there a singular event that led you towards writing The Warrior Troll, or did it involve a gentler series of inspirational steps? 

I have never had a bolt of lightning moment in the creation of my stories. They have evolved over time from squirreled away ideas and fleeting moments of inspiration. I liken the notions to butterflies – catch them in a net and then allow them to connect.

The first troll who lived with me was Hairy Bogley. He grinned at me, roguishly, and immediately, we became friends. To while away the evening hours in a small Norwegian cottage, in the middle of a dark forest, miles away from sanity, my father and I wrote a lengthy poem about him, which began:

“’Midst Norway’s craggy mountains,

In a dark and gloomy cave,

Sat hermit Hairy Bogley

Who wasn’t very brave…”

Other trolls followed until I had a whole excitable family of them: Ulf, Grimhildr, Dotta, Snorrie Magnus, Finnr, not forgetting Hildi and the Warrior Troll himself, Thom. It was then that I recalled a strange account my Nana had told me as a child, of a meeting in the woods.  She had been invited into a tiny cottage for tea, by an odd couple who were small, with faces as wrinkled as walnut shells.

The scene was set then, for my first novel. I had all I needed.

You engage in a lot of school presentations around the country, Rachael. In your personal view, how important are the elements of fun and laughter for inspiring young minds?

How else do children become engaged and learn?

When I walk into a classroom with my wicker basket bursting full of trolls, eager to scramble out and tell their stories, the youngsters in front of me are all excitement and giddiness. Every child is keen to talk, to ask questions, and to try imaginative ideas that take them away from the humdrum of the usual format. Familiarity breeds a certain amount of disdain, and the ensuing boredom can stifle creativity, never more so than in teaching. If an author can enter their lives for a short time, talking the peculiar language of trolls, and open their eyes to the escapism of fantasy, it is fun and laughter all the way!

I strive to be different. I want to inspire and enthuse. Imagine how I would have felt and behaved, as a child in the same circumstances – it would have blown my tiny mind!

A fascinating answer, Rachael! That does indeed make a lot of sense and took me back to my own early childhood inspirations. Moving on to your individual writing patterns now, is there somewhere special where you feel that you have to write? Or is it a more random process? Are you a pen and paper scribbler (with optional doodles)? Or do you prefer the rigidity of a word processor? Or both?

I have various places for different stages of writing.

Planning happens anywhere and everywhere. In this stage, I have a special notebook, preferably with a rustic cover, held together loosely with a piece of string and a button, which accompanies me wherever I go. I jot down my random butterfly ideas and make notes whenever they occur to me. If I am cycling and see a derelict farmhouse, I stop and record the tumbling bricks, the ivy clinging to the chimney stack, the sound of the crows overhead.  Crauk! Crauk! Even in the rain. Sitting on a grass verge. Getting soaked.

At night time, the notebook is by my bedside, with pencil, ready for dreamy-headed jottings in the dark, which prove tricky to decipher by day, but otherwise would have been lost in sleep. Travelling on a plane, the notebook is always in my hand luggage, never in the hold –   far too precious to get lost in another foreign land! Recently, my plans have become more visual. I am no artist, but perhaps this is an indication that I am becoming more confident to plan as I wish.

Then the butterflies are netted together and connections are made. The story begins to emerge, chapter by chapter, planned in pencil to free my mind and allow alterations, scribblings, and the flexibility to cross out. My favourite place for this stage of writing is through the troll tunnel and into the garden room. Troll tunnel? What other use is there for an under stairs cupboard, which normally houses only the junk that is never needed? Once through to the other side, the garden room allows me to draw the strands of my story together.

No mobile signal.

No Internet connection.

Just me, my ideas book and a pencil.

Then, with copious amounts of coffee, I write. This is where the serious business begins, and so I need a serious place. The study houses my laptop and I sit, notebook on one side, to tap away at the keys.

The main PC is switched on for research and reference material; perhaps Viking jewellery; how to keep bees; facts about minke whales; toadstools and fungi; herbal remedies; and how changelings were dealt with. Hours pass.

Write. Save. Check. Edit. Write. Save. Check. Edit.

From reading through your website, I’m picking up a humungous love of language and words, Rachael. How much fun do you have with words and the creation of new words in your creative writing? 

Word funneration indeed. Love it.

I adore language and the ever-morphing evolution of its change. I play with words and encourage children to experiment in the same way. A serpent, snake-like monster in The Quest of Snorrie Magnus eel-ripples over stones in his putrid pool of filth. Why use a simple – and clichéd – simile, when you can create a new verb, instead? And how glorious are his “suppurations of oozing ghastliness” and “cankerous gums”?

The Troll Talk in my books has developed into a language of its own. Each book has a glossary at the front to help the reader to translate, but after a few pages, there is rarely a child who cannot understand the language, in context. I can hold whole conversations in troll, and my family regularly texts troll to me, mainly “kissig, kissig” stuff, but delightfully pleasing! The first line I wrote in this talk was: “Gooshty morgy, Thom. Varken oop!” I realised that forest-dwelling, Norwegian trolls needed their own hurdy-gurdy language and so it was born. Whole classes are answering the register now, in troll. “Gooshty morgy, Miss!”, and they greet me in assemblies, in the same fashion. Marvellurg!

I play with the names of characters, too. It gives the reader an idea of their trustworthiness if someone is called Liar-nel, Fiblet or Fibkin. A mermaid is called Miasma for the effect she creates. A frog is called Herpet from the word herpetology; Mr Scarab scuttles from house to house wearing his bottle green overcoat; a kitten has something of the very devil in her –and so is named Lucy-fur; a pretentious slug is called Pearl.

My latest story, currently in production, The Changeling’s Child, has no trolls but word play is still very much a part of my writing. The main character urges her charges on, saying, “Come now, you two! The time is sun-dialling fast and soon the dimsk will be upon us! We must quick-hurry to beat it.”

How much more fun is that, than, “Hurry up, both of you!”?

What are the passions and hobbies outside of writing that bring you a sense of relaxation?  How difficult do you find it to switch the creative mind off and reach this state of relaxation? 

I am asked how difficult it is to switch the creative mind off and find relaxation. I am a keen swimmer. I find it clears the mind of everyday concerns and anxieties, enabling creative thoughts to blossom. These may be story ideas, or solutions to cliff hanger dilemmas, or the possible visualisation of a front cover. So this is relaxation of a sort, but no “switch off”. I run away to the mountains as often as possible. Here also, I am bombarded with ideas and cannot resist the urge to note them down. Once more, wonderful relaxation, but no “switch off.” I love cooking for friends and family – and many an afternoon has been spent cheerfully testing our homemade wine. Relaxation indeed, but…

Why would I want to switch off my creative mind? This is the least stressful part of my life! I consider my writing to be sheer self-indulgence, and any opportunity to disappear into my fantasy worlds is grasped, eagerly. It is other aspects of my life which get in the way, all too often.

Thank you so much for this delightful contribution to Ink Pantry, Rachael – so many of our readers are writing students and it is always fascinating to hear from established writers.  Finally, what future plans do you have for your writing? Do you always see yourself writing for children, or are there plans to delve into other writing genres in the years ahead?

Now that The Changeling’s Child is in production, I can uncross my fingers and start to plan the next story. Tales from the Dark Hole will be a series of books, this current publication being the first of them, and I am relieved that leaving my trolls behind has not caused my publishers concern.

I will always want to write for children: those inspired, imaginative children who climb trees and can occupy themselves with a good story; the children who are thinkers and enjoy embracing something a little bit different; those children who enjoy a challenge; the children who are happy to create pictures in their heads from the words in a book.

The children who I have in the palm of my hand, when I begin to read.

Rachael’s Website

 

 

 

Poetry Drawer: The Listeners by Ted Eames

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Dun fronds of undulating seaweed

mimic each subtle pulse of current

along endlessly repeated branches,

radial ribbons that taper

to barely visible, barely tangible,

diaphanous feathers of nerve-wires.

 

Compacted miles of forest fungus

riddle the woodland soil,

gauze-silken nets of subterranean fern

rippling with each wave of loam-warmth,

feeding off the trees, feeding the trees,

finest tendril-tips defying the senses.

 

But sea creatures hear the susurrus of the sea-sorrel;

earth denizens hear the secret sigh of the saprophyte.

 

Ted’s blog

 

Inky Interview exclusive: Dr Ben Masters from the Open University

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Dr Ben Masters is a novelist, critic and lecturer in Creative Writing at the Open University. He was born and raised in Northamptonshire, attending a state school in the area before receiving his BA and MSt in English from the University of Oxford, and his PhD from the University of Cambridge. He was a Senior Lecturer at Manchester Metropolitan University from 2013 until taking up his post at the Open University in October 2014.  His first novel, Noughties was published in 2012 with Hamish Hamilton and Penguin in the UK, and Hogarth (Crown) in the US.  He has written articles and reviews for the Times Literary Supplement, Guardian, New York Times and Five Dials.

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Could you please tell Ink Pantry about your first novel, Noughties ? Also, what were the highs and lows of such an undertaking?

Noughties is a comic novel about university life.  One of the challenges was to write a flawed and often unlikeable narrator who has anti-heroic qualities yet maintains the reader’s engagement.  Just as Eliot is a voracious and slightly bemused reader of books, he is also an over-reader and mis-reader of reality, which creates lots of potential for comedy and tonal awryness.  That was energising from a writer’s perspective.  Noughties is very much a voice novel, so the writing of it was led by the voice and the momentum it generated – this becomes a self-perpetuating way of writing, which is useful for the rookie novelist, I think.

One of the biggest challenges came after the actual writing.  As is probably the case for a lot of first-time novelists, I felt like I had moved on from the book by the time it came out. Growing pains, perhaps.  As a writer you’re always thinking about the next thing and hopefully continuing to evolve.

Your forthcoming book The Ethics of Excess is about exploring the relationship between style and ethics in fiction, considering writers such as Nabokov and Angela Carter. Could you please give us brief examples of this concept, with regard to these particular authors? 

The Ethics of Excess is basically a defence of stylistic flamboyance and the art of overwriting, as well as an exercise in lyrical close reading.  I’m interested in how a writer’s style (ranging from language choice to rhythm, syntax, imagery, wordplay, tone, point of view) might embody or enact ethical concerns and commitments, which I interpret broadly – whether it be a commitment to curiosity, to individuality, to choice, to complexity, or even to discomfort.  So I re-evaluate extravagant stylists like Anthony Burgess, Angela Carter and Martin Amis, who have often been dismissed as morally shallow or circumspect precisely because they privilege style over character and plot, and probe at how their writing styles perform ethically challenging and renewing ways of thinking (how they think in style) and how this might then act on the perceptions of the reader.

You hold talks and read at literary festivals, including the Edinburgh Book and Port Eliot. Could you share your most memorable time?

The first festival talk I ever did was disrupted at the start by a rogue mouse, which sent the audience into a bit of a panic. Like any young writer, I was just pleased to have another audience member.

You have written articles and reviews for the Times Literary Supplement, The Guardian, and the New York Times. What would be your advice for new writers who are looking for a career in that area?

As with all writing advice, it begins with reading.  You’ll already be reading widely if you want to write literary essays and reviews, but I would advise new writers in this form to make sure they read lots of other critics.  Just like novelists and poets, the best critics have their own distinctive styles and priorities.  Find those who speak to you most (or even who animate or agitate you most) and think about their artistry as much as their ideas (the two are likely to be inextricable).

Have you any advice for our Ink Pantry followers on the motivation to write? Have you had writer’s block, and, if so, how did you deal with it? 

I’m not sure about motivation.  It makes me think of someone in colourful Lycra bursting into my study with a whistle and making me do star jumps.  If writing is the thing for you, it will be more of a compulsion or necessity.  (If you do ever need a pep talk, that’s what other books are for.)  That’s not at all to say that it comes easily – in my experience there are days when writing can be excruciating work, especially if you get as easily distracted as I do.  But there should be something about putting words on the page that is essential to how you think and express yourself.

I’m not much of a planner.  I like to make discoveries in the act of writing.  I find that I think in and through writing (I suppose you could classify that as a motivation or reason for writing).  So writer’s block is something to be staved off at all times.  There’s a lot to be said for just making sure you sit down at your desk every day.  But I also find that I solve lots of problems when I’m away from my writing – going for a walk, watching basketball on TV, going to the cinema.  However, that’s all different from searching around for something to write about in the first place.  If writing is for you, a shortage of subjects or ideas hopefully won’t be a problem.

Which authors have inspired you?

When I was a teenager the Beats were the first to get me really excited about ‘adult’ literature outside of the classroom. Reading Amis when I was a student led me to giants like Nabokov and Bellow.  Then there’s Virginia Woolf, Angela Carter, J.G. Ballard, William Golding, Martha Nussbaum, James Wood … too many to name really.

Picture credit: Angus Muir

Amazon link to Noughties

Books from the Pantry: Divergent by Veronica Roth: reviewed by Kev Milsom

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For people of a ‘certain age’ (myself included), there may be fond memories attached to school years, especially being assigned to a special school house – very handy for Sports Days, in which we competed against fellow classmates to secure a win for our school house and earn a chance to gain some precious popularity.

Remember also, the time in that final year of school when the Careers Officer would make an appearance and suggestions as to your future job.

Now imagine a scenario whereby your school house not only meant how many points you got in the Sports Day egg and spoon race, but actually dictated your entire life from birth to death; ranging from everything you owned, your style of clothing and the type of foods you were allowed to eat, along with your politics, your social behaviour, your friends, your career path, the types of housing you could inhabit, and even how you were allowed to decorate such dwellings.

At the age of sixteen, instead of a Careers Officer, you would be sent for an intense bout of psychometric testing, which would determine which house, or ‘faction’, you should become a part of during adult life.

Herein lies the conceptual basis of Veronica Roth’s 2011 debut novel, Divergent – the first in a series of three books based on the characters within post-apocalyptic Chicago, along with a series of five short stories based on characters from the book. It is also the source of a 2014 movie.

The story, told from a first-person perspective, is seen through the eyes of Beatrice Prior – a sixteen-year-old girl. The opening pages focus on her mental turmoil as she faces the challenges of the tests to find her ideal faction, along with her inner thoughts on how she personally wishes to spend the rest of her life.

Beatrice’s family all consist of members of the faction known as ‘Abnegation’ – a selfless group of people whose sole purpose is to devote their whole lives to the welfare of others, via kindness, compassion and service. As such, Beatrice has only known the values of her own faction, including dressing in shades of grey so as to not stand out in a crowd and draw any attention to the self, not to focus upon learning or education, but simply to find ways to serve others. All politicians are from this faction, as they are believed to be incorruptible.

At the ‘Choosing Ceremony’, Beatrice would be expected to fall in line with the wishes of her parents, although the choice is hers.

Therefore, within the very early stages of the book, we reach the first dramatic conflicts – will Beatrice stay true to her upbringing and serve the people of Chicago, or will she choose another role in life? – thereby disconnecting herself from her family, forever.

There are five main factions in this dystopian, future Chicago. Alongside Abnegation, there is ‘Erudite’ (The Intelligent) – people who live only for knowledge and education. At the Punk rocker edge of the factions are ‘Dauntless’ (The Brave) – people who would not look out of place in a ‘Mad Max’ movie and act as the security and bravado of the city. Beatrice’s other choices are ‘Amity’ (The Peaceful) – people who dress in bright colours and serve the city as counsellors and diplomats, or perhaps ‘Candor’ (The Honest) – the most truthful of all factions who generally work within law.

Outside of these groups lie the poor, unfortunate souls of the ‘The Factionless’ – people who do not fit into any faction, or those who have failed the initiation and training of their former factions. These people live outside of society and generally as vagrants, only deemed suitable for the most menial of tasks.

Only one other type of person remains – ‘The Divergent’. Those rare souls who appear to fit not just into one faction, but cross over into several different ones.

From the early pages, we learn that Beatrice Prior is such a rarity.

The writing style of the book is simple and direct, and it’s clear that Veronica Roth knows exactly how to put a compelling story together. Because of the first-person perspective, the reader is pulled more directly into the action, and the author does an excellent job of relaying all of Beatrice’s greatest hopes and fears. The situations of the characters, along with the locations, are all utterly believable, thanks largely to the descriptive writing talents of the writer. The action is steadily paced and never leaves the reader standing about for any length of time. In short, there is always something going on; invariably, it’s exciting and pushes the story forward at every opportunity.

For all fellow students of the writing craft, it may also draw large dollops of hopeful inspiration to learn that, having written a bunch of best-selling books, along with a movie (with several more on the way) and the winner of assorted literary awards, Veronica Roth is still only 27 years old.

It may also be of interest to know that she wrote Divergent while attending a creative writing program at university, aged just 22.

Truly, there is hope for all of us.