Friday 22 July 2011

Author Events With Julia Donaldson, Patrick Ness & David Almond (My Hay-on-Wye Adventures!)


For a recent annual celebration a certain beloved of mine surprised me with booking many events at the Hay-on-Wye Literature Festival for us to attend.

The first of these which I'll discuss is the Hay Fever (Read- For Pre School Children) Event with Julia Donaldson. I imagine a lot of people will know her better by her best selling work “The Gruffalo” or by the fact that she has recently been made Children's Laureate, a very well deserved honour. Working with pre school children for the past 4 years has taught me which books they enjoy to listen to and which fail to hold their attention, promoting wriggling and chatting. *frowny face* Her books most definitely have the power to hold the attention of children, large groups of children even! And this is a wonderful skill to have. This said, I just had to meet her and listen to her event. Sadly on the way in I realised that waiting for the show without a small child made me stick out like a grown up at a children's event. So I found myself saying things like “Behave please” and “Don't climb that” to large faceless crowds in an attempt to make it seem like I had a child to watch over. *is secret genius* Now, child or no child, the event was amazing. Julia Donaldson is wonderfully insane, in an epic and glorious way. I think it was the point where she donned Dragon wings and began to hop around the stage that my other half actually began to cry with laughter.


She was surreal and fabulous and every single child in the room was glued to their seat. She really is great at what she does and I told her as much after waiting in line to get my book signed. (Hey, when I do have children this book is going to make me the coolest mum in the world, guaranteed, assuming that small children judge on signed books... I'm sure they do, right?)

I told her that out of the all the books that I had read to children, hers managed to keep 30 toddlers still and paying attention, which anyone who has worked with children knows, is near impossible. : ) Also rather amazingly, whilst the huge line waited for the people ahead to get their books signed, her husband strolled down the queue, holding a guitar and taking nursery rhyme requests to keep children, and young at heart grown ups, entertained. He was joined sporadically by The Gruffalo himself. (When I told a small boy, whom I was looking after, this he innocently said “But didn't he try to eat you?” as his first comment) This event was unpredictable, unique and wonderfully entertaining, I was glad that I went and had the opportunity to meet this tremendously talented woman.


Next I am going to discuss the wonderfully enlightening event with Patrick Ness and David Almond. I have been a fan of Ness since I began reading The Chaos Walking trilogy (My review of “The Ask And The Answer”) so being able to hear his opinions on various subjects, in person, was a very rewarding experience. David Almond is still fairly new to me, even though I, along with thousands of others, can recall reading “Skellig” whilst at school. David was a very thought provoking, down to earth man and I found learning about his writing process fascinating.

The group discussed many issues, only some of which I can highlight here. Patrick Ness explained that in his opinion a book making you cry wasn't a bad thing, crying was a cathartic experience and said that he actually cries all the time, recently because he woke up and realised that it was actually morning and he would have to get out of bed. (A sentiment that I can share! I love my bed *happysigh*) An interesting question that was asked was whether or not there was a limit to what they would be willing to write, a subject that they wouldn't be willing to discuss, for instance. It seemed the general consensus was that it would be written if the story called for it, but not unnecessarily for controversial reasons. After all even very sensitive issues can be handled delicately and with the appropriate level of respect.

For Patrick Ness, it was discussed how it felt to be continuing somebody else's project with his latest book “A Monster Calls”, which was an original idea by Siobhan Dowd, who lost her fight with cancer before she was able to share her idea. (The Guardian wrote an inspiring obituary for Siobhan that I wished to share in this post.) It was interesting listening to Patrick discussing how to find a balance between honouring the work of somebody else whilst still managing to make it your own. Patrick also discussed how his new book was almost bordering a Graphic Novel in that illustrations were used in very powerful ways, not just to accompany the text, but to tell the story almost separately in their own way. The success of this needs to be seen to be believed, the illustrations are overwhelming and almost make the book you are holding in your hands a character itself, it's just beautiful.

Both David Almond and Patrick Ness shared examples of how people sometimes have a fixed idea of what it is children should be reading, which often criticised both men's books. Ness shared that a “Newspaper” (Quotation marks used, because I don't believe The Daily Mail should really qualify as a Newspaper *pokes tongue*) criticised “The Knife of Never Letting Go” pretty much because it had the word “Knife” in the title, without actually looking into what the novel itself was about. David Almond said that he has been criticised for his main female character in “My Name Is Mina” with people saying that a young girl wouldn't express themselves in the ways he portrays. Both authors shared the obvious fact that all young people are different and David himself has a young daughter who enjoys the character of Mina as a believable one. David also shared that his characters appear almost complete in his head and he is the medium that puts them onto paper.

I found this event a very inspiring and compelling one. Both authors shared things that I really enjoyed learning and I found the whole experience engaging and rewarding.

Whilst getting my books signed I managed, as I often do, to say ridiculous things to people I admire. Patrick was pleased to sign my copy of “Monsters of Men” as it looked well read. (My Review of "Monsters of Men") I responded that it had indeed been very well read and that I agreed with what he said about crying being cathartic. I described “Monsters of Men” as an “Emotional Cheese Grater” (It made sense in my head, okay?) and he laughed and said that he really hoped it wasn't quite that irritating. I quickly explained what I meant by the term and he laughed again and said that he liked it.


I shared with David Almond that I found the fact that he got his inspiration almost mysteriously very thought provoking. His reply was to ask me where I was from (Thank you Northern English accent in a land of Southerners! I am sure that my accent isn't that strong *stamps foot*) We then moved on to discussing my home town, which he said he knew quite well, this all felt a little surreal. O_o


Outside of the Literature Festival I had many adventures in the town itself. Bookshelves were found unsupervised inside the grounds of a castle, down an alleyway, in a bus stop and in more basements than I can count. Most of these had a honesty policy and a money box you put your coins in before leaving with books. I found this concept amazing and over whelming and fainted clutching many novels in my hands. Hay-on-Wye was an exciting town, one where a breathtaking 3 floored beautifully furnished, cosy bookshop became a piano bar that would give you a cocktail if you placed a little paper bird in a cage. It may sound like I'm making this up, but the beauty of Hay is that you never need to make up fabulous stories about it. : ) I would happily live in Richard Booth's Bookshop. It is a magical cosy place full of wonder.


And the biggest adventure of all? Trying to find a phone signal if you are with the O2 Network and a taxi if you are staying outside of the town, they will make films about that struggle. :P

On a side note, if anybody hasn't read Patrick Ness's inspiring, passionate, provoking Carnegie Medal acceptance speech, then please go do so. It sums up all of the rage and outcry that people, me included, feel about the destruction of libraries in the UK.

The Silver Blade By Sally Gardner (4/5)

“Paris, 1793. The blade of the guillotine falls on the neck of the King himself, and the spirit of the French Revolution lies in tatters. The Reign of Terror has begun. Yann Margoza is helping desperate people to escape to England, where Sido, the girl he loves, waits to hear from him. But Yann's past haunts him. He is in grave danger, and so is Sido. For under the streets of Paris, in the catacombs, the howl of a great beast can be heard. And a boy with angelic looks and an evil heart is ready to do the bidding of a man who has made a pact with the devil. A thrilling tale of secrets, of murder, revenge and romance, written with the vividness and passion that made The Red Necklace such a fantastic success”

I stumbled across this book in a tiny bookshop in a little quiet town, whilst on a weekend away. Rather perfect for me, small town, cute bookshop I was in heaven. (Well almost! I will discuss Hay-on-Wye “Bookshop That Becomes A Cocktail Piano Bar” in another blog post *faints*) I was curiously scanning a bookshelf looking for a book that I hadn't read yet. This book jumped out at me because of my “It's shiny” Magpie personality. It had the wonderful shiny image on a black background look, that I am fond of. All it took was turning over the book to read the top line “Paris, 1793.” With that it had to be mine. I have a certain weakness for any adventure in a historical setting, add in Paris and the devil to that and the Bibliophile in me is putty in your authorly hands.

I really enjoyed this book for reasons that weren't always central to the plot. I loved the setting, I loved the darkness, the fear of the aristocracy and the gritty, dirty, realism of the newly empowered working class. I could picture the bars with their straw covered floors, could smell the spilled beer and neglected to recently wash patrons. In the scenes with the actors you could smell the greasy face paint, see their stressed, haggard expressions in a very real way. That is talented writing at its best. I think I've read so much urban fantasy recently that this was slightly out of my comfort zone, but in a wonderful swashbuckling adventure kind of way.

This book was dark. Dark in a way that a lot of other books try for and miss. Dark in a casual, almost easy way. It pulled you in and sat you next to the characters, made you hide in the shadows and clutch your loved ones in sympathy for the aristocrats. There were certain parts to the book that didn't grip me as much as other books have done, didn't make me feel for the individual main characters in some way. I didn't care for them as much as I usually do when I read fiction. But this world, the atmosphere, the background characters, the setting, they grabbed me and brought me into the world in a way that the main characters didn't quite manage to do. But for once I didn't think that this detracted from my enjoyment of the book. The fear and world was more than enough for me and I indulgently fell into it and savoured the experience.

I was greatly disappointed when I realised that this book was a sequel, meaning I would have to read them in the wrong order. This didn't reduce my enjoyment of the book though, even though it should have. This was a world that I really enjoyed to explore and would like to visit again.

City of Fallen Angels By Cassandra Clare (4/5)

I stumbled across this in my local Waterstones before I even knew it had been released (Bad me losing track of time!) I was very surprised that they weren't making a bigger deal of it, and the cashier expressed the same sentiments. I was looking forward to reading it so much that I of course cancelled the rest of my shopping trip and had to go home. *coughbibliophilecough* I discovered that I was not able to walk down the street knowing that I had this book with me and was not reading it. I'd already owned it for at least 2 minutes, what was wrong with me? Luckily over the years of my addiction to fiction I have fashioned the rather talented skill of Read Walking. It means you can see enough of major obstacles to avoid them and the minor obstacles (AKA People) tend to avoid you rather than be stepped on.

There are still certain aspects to this book that I haven't quite made my mind up about yet. There were things that I really enjoyed, and the same writing style that I had fallen in love with was still there, but something felt like it had missed the mark somehow. My favourite aspect was the sheer amount of Simon perspective. I love seeing the world through Simon's eyes, even as a Vampire he has a connection with humanity and a level of compassion that the other characters don't seem to be able to grasp. His efforts to understand his new found power and to control his blood-lust made the book a page turner. I have always found Simon to be infinitely likeable, even when he is turned into a creature that is a hunter of humanity he still finds a way to be essentially himself, with kindness and humility. I loved the fact that the addition of his new romantic appeal could have made him seem like an intimidating, unrelatable Romeo, but instead it turned him even more so into an awkward, confused teenage boy, with very amusing results. Clare has a way of being able to write a character so well that you can see what they see, feel what they feel. Her characters always grab you and take you with them on their ride. I really enjoyed Jace's extended socialising with Simon in this book, they make a very unlikely couple and I found the snark and mocking very entertaining. Going with the theme of unlikely couples I found the addition of the character of Kyle to be a breath of fresh air, he was nice and dedicated and managed to fit in well with Simon and Jace's interactions. I was also able to predict the twist in Kyle's story, but that didn't make me love it any less. *adores*

On the other hand I didn't find that Clary and Jace's relationship grabbed me as much as it had in the previous books. As much as I wish it did, it just didn't. It felt somehow that their story was so neatly tied up in the end of the last book that creating a new trauma for them to overcome was just a little bit too much. Now the eternal fan girl in me absolutely loved the angst, but plot wise it just didn't feel necessary. I know that the book wouldn't have worked if they were all “Happily Ever After” so I can't offer an opinion to how I would have preferred it, I just didn't feel that it all tied up as neatly as I was used to in the previous books. Clary seemed somehow like a non presence in this book. This didn't stop me from enjoying the exploits of the boys however. They still made the book very enjoyable, but not as enjoyable as it could have been. I still eagerly await the next book from Clare, because ever since her fan fiction days I have been in love with her snarky, sarcastic characters and epic story lines. I think I probably always will be too.