Thursday, 3 November 2016

Death of a Keyboard


It's been a slightly traumatic week in typing. One evening my trusted computer Ganesh (left) gave up the ghost. All of a sudden the G, H, backspace, Windows and @' keys stopped working. I hadn't knocked it or spilt anything on it.

 
To be fair, Ganesh is getting on a bit. The keyboard was very dusty and some of the lettering on the keys had word off completely. It's typed many thousands of words.


Took it to a local shop in town who replaced the keyboard. It all seemed to be working fine until I got home, then the ctrl, alt, T and N keys stopped working. By this point I had already invested in a new laptop, fearing the worst. 

Naturally, the next morning everything started working fine again!

Only, now I have a multi-lingual keyboard on which I cannot find the pound symbol or the hash - which makes Twitter somewhat infuriating.


Despite this, I'm sticking with the old laptop for now and keeping the new one for back-up. Partly because the old one has more space, and partly because I prefer the layout of the keys. The new one has a side section with extra arrow keys, and the backspace halfway along the top row. 

It dawned on me whilst perusing laptops that no one has ever really thought to design a keyboard for writers. I mean, writers can learn to get along with just about any keyboard if they must, but today's laptops are such flimsy things beneath the fingers.

I dream of a day when someone invents weighted keys like those upmarket electric pianos, so that writing a novel feels like playing a symphony.

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

The Book of Negroes


Finished The Book of Negroes by  Lawrence Hill the other day.

About a year ago, I sublet my house whilst I went to visit family in the UK. The person I sublet to left with half my book collection. I was mighty peeved, but they did leave behind two copies of The Book of Negroes. I lent one to a friend and had the other on my shelf for months. People told me it was really good, so eventually I picked it up.

I let out an audible squee of delight. The copy I'd kept turned out to be deckle-edged! Something you rarely see. A beautiful, weighty, deckle-edged tome. I was predisposed to like it.

In all honesty though, this is an extremely accomplished novel. It's the story of Aminata Diallo, captured as a girl in Sierra Leone and transported on a slave ship to the indigo plantations of America, escaping to the north and then to Canada before embarking on a longer journey still. 

Very well told, and I always have a fascination with stories written by authors in the opposite gender. Hill is a man writing very convincingly from a woman's perspective. So well that I would never have known unless I'd seen his picture on the book sleeve. I love when literature transcends boundaries in such a way. It's artfully affirming that we can switch places with one another if we have the desire. That is, after all, the point of literature? A shape-shifting magic trick.

Really well told, completely immersing.

As part of my fiction writing course, I teach a unit on the history of fiction, which covers a bit about European and African literature. One of the people we cover is Olaudah Equiano, a freed Nigerian slave who also went by the name Gustavus Vassa. Vassa wrote his memoirs in the late seventeen hundreds and they were highly influential in helping to end the slave trade in the UK. The Book of Negroes is written as Aminata's memoirs, put to paper in order to help the abolitionists in their cause. It was nice to see mention of Equiano as being an inspiration to Aminata. A nice blend of fact meets fiction.

The novel won the Commonwealth Prize in 2008 and was turned into a mini-series last year.

Gustavus Vassa
 

Monday, 31 October 2016

No Trick, No Treats


One little known fact about Rwanda is that Halloween is banned. The reason given is that it:

...celebrates the dead and denigrates Rwandan culture.

I find it interesting that those two terms sit side by side. As a Pagan, Samhain has been a ritual part of my life for years. Halloween has its roots in Samhain, a New Year equivalent for modern Pagans, where, instead of getting legless and waking up with no clothes on (we prefer to keep that for Beltane), we spend time remembering those we have lost and acknowledging the thin veil between this life and the next; how very close we walk to it every day.

If anyone can understand the argument 'Halloween is a denigration of culture,' Pagans probably can. Native and ancient beliefs have been appropriated over and over, usually by the Christian church. Which makes Rwanda's argument an interesting one. 

I think there are two underlying issues to the ban:

1. Denigration of Christianity

The majority of Rwandans embrace Christianity as their religion, and Paganism has always been seen as a threat to Christianity, which is why the Church throughout history has done its level best to change those customs. Christianity itself helped turn the ancient custom of remembering the dead into what it is today. Perplexing that Christmas does not insult Rwandan culture, yet a festival with its origins in ancestor veneration, a fairly universal pre-colonial custom, does. It's a mixed up, muddled up world we live in.

2. Horrorfulness

Whereas I sit uneasy with the first issue, I can more readily understand the second. Rwanda is known for the genocide of 1994, in which around one million people lost their lives over a period of a hundred days. Anyone who visits the country, reads a book on the subject, or attends one of the memorial sites where bodies are preserved, will feel queasy at such violent disregard for life. It certainly isn't a fun-and-games, laughing sort of matter. You don't feel like dressing up as a corpse and knocking on doors for chocolate after.

When the ban came into effect in 2013, journalist Frank Kagabo speculated that the genocide might indeed have been the reason, but noted that it was not explicitly given. He went on to suggest that the ban was an over-regulation of public and private life, and that it ignored the interests of the growing number of young Rwandans who have lived and studied overseas and been immersed in other cultures.

I also think this is a really interesting article by Bwesigye bwa Mwesigire: What does celebrating Halloween in African cities signify? Citing Akua Djane:

If Halloween came to Ghana from Nigeria for example, Ghanaians would call it "juju", evil, occult. Something never to be practised! Ghanaians would have said: “What? You want me, my husband, and my children to go out dressed as ghosts, witches, and Satan? You want us to go to our neighbours and ask for a “treat” for our children? If they don’t get a treat, we should advise our children to play a trick on our neighbours? Are you crazy?” Yes, this would most likely be the response if Halloween had African roots and was introduced to Ghana from Nigeria or some other African country. But because Halloween came from “the whites”, Ghanaians and other Africans have embraced it, no questions asked! Poor Africa.

But when you look around the world, at some time in history, a group of people from one place took ideas to another. Christianity sure didn't start in Britain. Middlesex is a far cry from the Middle East. The first country to adopt Christianity as its national religion was Armenia, where the last remaining pagan temple in Transcaucasia still  stands, dedicated to Mithra.

April Fools Day seems to be a corruption of the Zoroastrian New Year, the Sizdah Be-dar celebrations of Iran. 

If we're going to get right down to culture and tradition, high heels were originally men's attire.

Women just decided they could wear them better.

How far do we really want to take this?

At a certain point, whether we like it or not, we are all citizens of the world. That's the direction it's going in, faster each day. Some see this as a threat, but from another perspective it's incredibly liberating. Be whatever you want to be. Embrace whatever you enjoy on an individual level and set aside that which you do not. 

I think there will always be a place in the human psyche for making fun of death. Perhaps even in Rwanda, where such awful things have happened, but where a new generation is growing up exposed to the internet, as are young people all over the world. That is undoubtedly a difficult balance, but what people enjoy in times of peace are often very different to what they need in times of war. I would suggest that embracing new ideas and cultures is a sign of a secure and self-assured society.

The point of Sizdah Be-dar was that it was a day of chaos. It was believed that the only way to protect yourself from mischievous spirits and ill luck was to create even more mischief yourself. The carved pumpkins (originally turnips) do the same - ward off mischievous spirits. At Samhain we remember that life and death are very thinly divided, and we smile about it - because what is the alternative? 

I think it is interesting that Our Lady of the Holy Death is one of the fastest growing religions in the world. It speaks to a lot of people. A balanced life means accepting all aspects of being alive, and death is a huge part of life. One day to consider that - on friendly terms - surely isn't so frightening?

[See also Samhain Reading List.]

Sunday, 30 October 2016

Wolfish Fin


Finally.

This was supposed to have happened a couple of weeks back, but - kittens.

Serious question of the day: how do you get them to stop pooping in your shoes?

Anyway, managed to shovel a whole lot of other things out of the way this week and sat down this morning at 48,100 to finish up. Rolled to an end at 52,148. Has to be the fastest piece I've ever written. It was at 5,000 on 8 September, so almost fifty thousand words in just over seven weeks, with weekends off and a fortnight of kitten sitting. 

Think the 10k a week routine fits me better than any other system I've tried.

Plus, as I said before, this was an easy birth because it involved no research. 

So, now I'm sitting on one dark novella and a 100,000+ Hookland novel. Need to sit down and work out what to do with them both. I have a horrible feeling the Hookland novel might be a bottom-drawerer. I must learn to stop writing contemporary fiction. It's like drinking waragi. It's a lot of fun whilst you're doing it, but the morning is filled with regrets.

It's a style that apparently doesn't suit me. Every time I try it, no one wants the manuscript and I start lamenting the time wasted that could have been put towards something else.

I feel like I've reached the end of that learning curve.

The next time I sit down to write, it's going to be another historical piece. I've done Australia, Iran and ancient Ireland, so I'm thinking I might take a shot at my homeland of England. Crap load of research required first. I'm taking a writing hiatus to deal with the above manuscripts before that. I'm in danger of writing and not delivering. I used to love editing, but not so much anymore. Just want it out the door and on to the next.

Still, I really like this one.

Pure, indulgent, poetic fantasy.

Saturday, 29 October 2016

Adult Colouring Books


I finally broke and bought an adult colouring book. I get annoyed when people herald the increase in printed book sales, 'thanks to' adult colouring books. That seriously doesn't count. But I must admit, it's relaxing. I'm going back for the Moomin edition shortly.


Monday, 17 October 2016

Seven-year-old Author

At seven years old, Michelle Nkamankeng from South Africa has just become the youngest African author for her novel Waiting for the Waves. She has also joined the list of the Ten Youngest Authors in History. Congratulations!

According to @InterestingLit: In 1964, Dorothy Straight became the youngest ever author when she published How the World Began, written when she was just four years old.
 

Sunday, 16 October 2016

Reading the World



Interesting lady. You can find her blog: A Year of Reading the World here. There's also a nice little article, which explains more about her project. I wrote a while back about how lack of access to PayPal and the digital market is crippling for authors in many economically developing countries. Here in Rwanda, it doesn't matter if you write a book. You can't sell it internationally as there's no way to take the electronic payments integrated with Amazon, Smashwords and other online book dealers. Not without a third-party UK, US or Kenyan PayPal account. You can make payments, so you can buy things online, but you can't receive them, so you can't sell your own work. It's really limiting for all countries in this position (Chad, Marshall Islands, Republic of Congo...). Imagine We just published a children's book authored in Rwanda, but for the time being, their market is limited to Rwanda, unless international buyers wish to faff about with Western Union, bank transfers, and all the extortionate charges those carry. Hopefully this is a situation that will change soon.