Sunday, 24 March 2013

Found In Translation!

I've talked in the past about the difficulty of working out Captain Nemo's age.Indeed, it wasn't just his age that was allegedly altered by his editors. Apparently, if it had been down to Jules Verne, then Captain nemo would have been Polish and not Indian!




Originally, Nemo was said to be of Polish extraction and bitter about his treatment at the hands of the Russians. At the time of publication, however, the relationship between France and Russia needed to be cordial and so Verne was persuaded to change Nemo's nationality! Presumeably, relations between France and Britain weren't so cosy. So Nemo became the son of an Indian Rajah.

Looking at different translations of Verne's work has been fascinating too. Here's a standard British take on why Prince Dakkar (as Nemo was known as a boy) was sent to England:


"His father sent him, when ten years of age, to Europe, in order that he might receive an education in all respects complete, and in the hopes that by his talents and knowledge he might one day take a leading part in raising his long degraded and heathen country to a level with the nations of Europe."

Enlightened eh? No wonder Prince Dakkar despised the English!



Now read the same piece translated for the American market in 1876 (the centenary year of independence!)

"His father sent him, when ten years old, to Europe, where he received a complete education; and it was the secret intention of the rajah to have his son able some day to engage in equal comabt with those he considered as the oppressors of his country."

The difference in those passages is so telling and such a gift to a writer. As you might have guessed, I'm going with the second translation, it has so many possibilities!

Sunday, 24 February 2013

A Liverpool Mystery

I've been writing, writing and writing but last week, I took a day out and went exploring with the family. We went over to Liverpool and the Williamson Tunnels. My pictures don't do it justice!

This network of tunnels snakes its way beneath the Edge Hill area of Liverpool. Nobody is sure why Joseph Williamson had them constructed but it created much-needed employment as soldiers returned from the Napoleonic Wars and hit the Hard Times of Olde England. The wars crippled the country's economy and the explosion of Mount Tambora in Indonesia caused the Year without Summer in 1816. Famine and poverty stalked the land. 





In one way, it would make sense for Williamson to find employment for the poor and dispossessed in the area. This was a time of unrest and people feared revolution and the tunnels employed whole families in making bricks and taught them transferable skills. 





But nobody really knows why Williamson commissioned the building and, despite there being piles of documentation about other aspects of his life, there is absolutely none connected with the tunnels. So nobody really knows why the tunnels were built or how extensive they were. I can well imagine Prince Dakkar paying Joseph Williamson a visit...




The Tunnels website tells you more. I'd thoroughly recommend a visit!

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Busy! Busy! Busy!

I'd hoped to blog more this year but I've been mad busy with events and family things and writing. Something always has to give and often it's this blog.

I've had some great school visits. The week before last, I found myself in Bristol and the wonderful St Bede's Catholic College and then at Henbury High School. 



I've also spent a couple of days at Ormiston Bollingbroke Academy in Runcorn where I'm currently Writer in Residence. We're starting to build material for an anthology which we will release to coincide with Liverpool's In Other Words Festival. It's all very exciting. And next week sees me back in Bristol visiting Redland Green School and Broomhill Primary!

Of course, it's important to relax, so I've been increasing my running mileage gradually and last weekend Mrs M and I walked half of the Sandstone Trail... eighteen miles in the snow. I must need my head reading!

Speaking of reading, I'm currently ploughing through Herman Melville's Moby Dick ahead of the Marathon Reading that I'm involved with at Moby Dick on the Mersey

I'm currently working on Book 2 of the Monster Odyssey series and I've noticed something. When I write, I seem to make two false starts. I write about five or six thousand words and then have to go back and begin again. This will be my fifth book for Bloomsbury and I would say it's happened with all of them except Mortlock which went through such a refining and redrafting process as it was rejected or critted that I can't remember exactly how many times I rewrote it!

How about you? Do you write yourself down blind alleys and have to reverse back and start again?

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Belated New Year Greetings!

Well, Christmas and the New Year came and went as quickly as they ever do. Two weeks into 2013 and they are a distant memory already! But this year is going to be memorable one way or another. In May, my new book Monster Odyssey: The Eye of Neptune comes out. 



It'll be a departure from the gothic, supernatural world I've been inhabiting the last few years but I've had great fun writing it. Book 2, which only has a working title at the moment, is well underway!

Other things will be happening too but more of them later in the year. Enough to say that I'll be referring back to Neil Gaiman's New Year wish for this year and especially this one from last year (can you carry over New Year wishes? I'll have to check).

So a belated Happy New Year everyone and watch this space!

Sunday, 23 December 2012

The Land of Christmas Socks (A Cautionary Tale)


When whiteness frosts your eyebrows,
And hair sprouts from your ear,
No one can guess just what you want,
At this time of year.

It’s woolly festive footwear,
Inside your Christmas box,
Yes! You have been transported,
To The Land of Christmas Socks!
Once you got a bicycle,
With combination locks,
But now you are consigned to…
The Land of Christmas Socks!



Your children get the video games,
Your missus, she gets chocs,
Abandon hope of toys for boys,
In The Land of Christmas Socks!

It’s cardigans and kipper ties,
In colours made for shocks,
And tartan slippers, nice and snug,
In The Land of Christmas Socks!

So get a taste for whiskey,
Or expensive cuckoo clocks,
Or fancy hats or poetry or sparkly party frocks.

Cos if you don’t, it’s ‘woe is you,’
It’s Christmas on the rocks!
When you’re forever banish-ed,
To The Land of Christmas Socks!


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all of you!

Sunday, 18 November 2012

A Little Calamari Anyone?


Although James Mason isn't how I imagine Nemo at all. I can't resist a giant squid. Squidophiles enjoy yourselves!