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Category Archives: Tangents

Things related to the writing, but only at a tangent

It’s been a bit quiet around here…

Posted on February 4, 2018 by Richard

Being a kind of ‘what I’ve been up to’ post:

Avid readers of this blog (that’ll be me, pretty much) might be wondering what, exactly, I’ve been doing these past couple of years.  There was a book, then another one seemed to be reaching some kind of readiness, then – nothing.

The answer, as so often in life, is that there has been no one thing which has pushed me off schedule; life just got in the way – any writer will recognise that.  Since last we met (barring a couple of posts down there which I’ve imported from my Tumblr pages), Shore Leave seemed to be more or less done, so why, you may ask, hasn’t it emerged into the world?  Well, it’s a little complicated.

Shore Leave update:

It’s done, and I’m almost happy with it.  The trouble is, there’s a lot of meaning packed into that ‘almost’.  A couple of years ago, I had the marvellous Bryan Tomasovich do a developmental edit on it, and he was enormously helpful, pointing out the areas where work was needed, (and being encouragingly kind about the rest of it) – I thought about it for a while, and then several things happened at once: we moved from Prince George to Victoria, there were all the usual things which go along with that process – new house, new job, new school for Conor, and the book sat on the back burner for a bit.

There are those who, on reading that, will exclaim that I should have just got on with it any way, but there was another problem.

The more I thought about Shore Leave and Bryan’s comments, the more I realised that it needed a more substantial rewrite than at first appeared.  This would mean effectively a second complete ground-up reconstruction, as the key weakness is that a minor character needs to become much more the antagonist of the story – this will work, it will make it all stronger, and ‘ll be happy about it when it’s done, it’s just that…

It’s just that, having lived in my head for so long, I had no more mental energy to give another reworking of the story.  It will rise again, and be better for this process, but as a way of easing me back into writing, it’s a non-starter.

So, what now?

I have played about with the website (you might have noticed); in doing so, I hit upon the idea of refreshing the 50 Musical Memories to make them more interactive (and to fix many of the broken links), so I’m doing that, and I’m working on importing another two music-based projects which I’ve posted in other places over the years (I looked at ‘Rediscovering Rush’ yesterday, it’s about 60,000 words as it stands; it’ll take a while) – both of those will get rewrites as I go, and will appear on here as categories for those who are interested.

What about writing books?

I’m doing that, too.  While Shore Leave sits there maturing, I’m actively writing two other stories, tentatively entitled A Little Bird Told Me and The Tip Run – both have a plot, a structure, and some substantive writing behind them; the former is taking shape more quickly than the latter; I’ll be focusing on them just as soon as I get all the other stuff tidied away.

There’s also a vague idea forming which looks like it might have a bit more of a science fiction concept; it’s a great concept, but I can’t fit a story into it just yet.  I’ll get there, though.

 

So, I’m not being idle; I am suffering a little from the whole ‘too many things to choose from’ problem, but I’m getting there.  I’m setting myself a target of posting in here at least once a week – but I’ve said that before…

Posted in Shore Leave, Tangents | Tags: #amediting, #amwriting, #ShoreLeave, #thepublishingworld, #WorkInProgress |

Should we drive Old Dixie down?

Posted on September 8, 2017 by Richard

A few weeks ago, I saw the following question: “ Is The Band’s The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down now part of The Forbidden Music canon? “.  To which I instinctively replied: “Absolutely not!”  I was a little indignant that the question had even been asked, but on reflection, I realised that it was the reaction of a writer; an artist’s instinctive defence of art.  And I wondered.

First of all, let me say that I understand the instinct to quietly shun the music of those convicted of vile offences, lest one be thought to be defending the artist.  That is not as clear-cut an argument as you might think, of course – those who would defend Wagner for his anti-semitism tend to point to the music as a creation apart from its creator; we might not have wanted to take tea with the man, but we cannot deny the quality of his work – can we say the same for Rolf Harris?  I honestly don’t know the answer to that – how do we react to Two Little Boys, which Harris covered, or Tie Me Kanagroo Down, Sport, which he wrote?  Do our reactions to those differ?  What about the original of the former, or a cover of the latter?  Do our reactions depend on the association with a man jailed for predatory sexual offences?

All of which has little or nothing to do with The Band, who stand accused of nothing more than writing and performing a song which is associated with the Confederate forces in the US Civil War.  I’m choosing my words carefully, here – ‘associated with’ is as far as I’m prepared to go, and I believe that goes to the heart of the question.

You can read the lyrics a hundred times, and still not be clear exactly who Virgil Caine was, or what he stood for – he is at once a symbol of the defeated South, a spokesman of the forgotten infantry of every war, and an ordinary man mourning the loss of a brother; he is every soldier who fought on a losing side and every survivor of war who looks around him wondering if there can be a cause worth paying this price.

And he is all these things because of the way he was written.  This is the beauty of fiction; it’s up to the reader – the listener in this case – to interpret Virgil Caine, to put our own frame around the picture.  Is Virgil Caine a standard bearer for the Rebel cause, as he says his brother was, or was he an unwitting pawn in a game he had no interest in?  He is, of course, both of these things, or neither, depending, partly, on the mindset you bring to the song – in one sense, if the song seems to you to be defiantly mourning the lost Confederate cause, you’ll see him one way; if it feels like a lament for the loss of innocence of a child soldier, the historical context will hardly matter.

For myself, I think the song presents us with an uncomfortable picture: just how different were the soldiers on either side? Did many of them believe passionately in the causes they were fighting for, or were they caught up in the supposed romance of battle?  Were Union soldiers fighting to end slavery?  Were the Confederate troops they faced fighting to retain it, or were they rallying behind a flag because their friends and neighbours were?  The song doesn’t try to answer those questions; it leaves you to draw your own conclusions.

And, in the end, I think that’s what art is supposed to do.  You might not care to see conflict through the eyes of the defeated, particularly if you consider their cause indefensible, but I don’t believe that we should censor those views; I think it is the purpose of art to make us look at uncomfortable things and understand our reaction to them, and there are vanishingly few songs in the canon which do that.

Ultimately, I do not believe that The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down celebrates anything; I believe it mourns senseless slaughter, and reminds us that those who fought for a cause we still find abhorrent 150 years later were people not demons. I believe it fulfils the promise of good art, to make the audience think.  However, I also believe that there are those who will read it as a rallying cry for causes which should have been lost long ago, but we cannot start censoring art because it can be misused, any more than I can force everyone to read the lyrics the way I do.  What we can do is to continue to have these conversations honestly and openly, and to understand that a song written in the wake of the great victories of the civil rights movement can easily have its meaning blurred by the political climate of the next generation.

The song itself, however, hasn’t changed.

Posted in Tangents, Writing |

I wrote a thing…

Posted on October 5, 2014 by Richard

I wrote a piece for the Self-Publisher’s Showcase.  They were kind enough to publish it:

 

I always knew I wanted to be a writer; I had no idea I was going to be a publisher

Posted in Tangents |

Hiatus

Posted on September 16, 2014 by Richard

Richard Watt has 9 books on his on-hiatus shelf: Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid by Douglas R. Hofstadter, Pope’s Rhinoceros by Lawrence Nor…

My “currently reading” Goodreads list had reached double figures. Even for me – I like to have at least two things on the go at any one time – this was a bit excessive, so I took a look at it.

It covers books like “Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell”, which I am quite enjoying, but am finding hard to maintain in my mental space, and “Numbers in the Dark”, which just needs me to be a bit more focussed (Calvino really isn’t falling-asleep-bedtime reading) all the way to “Gravity’s Rainbow”, which, let’s face it, has been in the ‘currently reading’ pile for more than ten years now, and is really going to have to be reassigned.

I’d like to say I’m currently reading all those books, but I’m not, so I created a new category – on hiatus – for things I’ll probably or possibly one day get back to, but which I can’t honestly claim to be in the middle of, since I can’t remember what the beginning was like.

Worryingly, it contains ‘A Wild Sheep Chase’, which a) I thought I had read years ago, and b) I’m convinced I finished reading some time last year. The only way to be absolutely sure about this will be to read it again…

 

Posted in Tangents | Tags: #calvino, #currentlyreading, #mrnorrell, #murakami, #notenoughhoursintheday, #onhiatus, #pynchon |

Uh-oh

Posted on March 1, 2012 by Richard

(incidentally, I’ve never been convinced by ‘uh-oh’, it doesn’t represent the way I say it, but what do I know – there’s an ongoing debate in my house at the moment about the pronunciation of ‘soldering’. Canadians say some things really oddly…)

So, I’m pretending to be a student for a day. The lecture theatres are just as cramped and uncomfortable as they were back in my day, the technology’s way better. I’m learning about using social media to promote myself.

Watch out. And -preemptively – I’m sorry for spamming you!

Posted in Tangents, Writing |

Copy, right?

Posted on December 23, 2011 by Richard

The copyright situation internationally is broken.  Thoroughly and irrevocably.  A great may of those involved in it will deny it, of course, and even some of the creative people – those who benefit from it – will tell you that there’s nothing much wrong – the cheques keep on coming.

And, I suppose, if you’re Paul McCartney or JK Rowling, you probably won’t have noticed much difference, but there are a great many more individuals out there who are finding that ‘free’ has tended to evolve into ‘free for all’, and we are in the middle of an enormous paradigm shift, for want of a better expression.

The various branches of popular culture are facing different, if related, issues, of course, and I have heard it said that literature (or words on paper of any kind) is the least affected, but I don’t think it’s as clear cut as that – just think about how we receive news nowadays.

Music is the most clearly defined situation, and for all that labels, artists and most of the media keep trying to find new and inventive ways to bolt the stable door, the horse has long since disappeared over the horizon, and we live in a world where downloading something for free is not considered even morally ambiguous, never mind anything worse.  I have had this conversation, or a variant of it, several times with people whose computer I have been asked to tend to after their ‘free’ torrent downloading software has injected their beloved Dell with some kind of evil moneymaking scamware:

Me: The problem is, your Limewire/Azureus/BitTorrent/WhateverTorrent client.  When you download stuff this way, you need to be really, really sure you know what you’re getting

Customer: Oh, I never think about it.  I just like to get my music that way.

Me: For free, you mean?  Well, I’d advise you to use iTunes or *insert name of other proprietary software here*

Customer: But they make you pay for it, and I like to get it for free.

Well, I’m sure you do.  I have occasionally developed the conversation with reference to how the music is something the artist has, you know, made, like a carpenter or other craftsman, but I usually don’t, because there is a genuine sense that my customers don’t even begin to understand what I’m talking about.  It’s available, isn’t it?  For free?  Why would that happen if it wasn’t OK to just download it?  It’s not like you can see or touch the music…

Now, I am no paragon of virtue here.  Like, say, 100% or so of people who have ever used the internet, I have downloaded music – for free.  I know how, and I know how to do it safely, so as not to infect my computer with anything.  But here’s the difference (and I’m not suggesting this is some kind of moral high ground; I’m well aware that it isn’t) – the vast majority (to the point of being almost all) of the music I have downloaded without paying for is music I already owned in one form or another at some time over the past 35-40 years.  I do actually have a problem with the fact that I have bought and paid for Moving Pictures on vinyl, tape, and CD over the years, and downloading a digital copy (when I could rip it from my CD copy anyway) seems to me a fair use of something I already own.  It’s a little greyer when it’s something I once owned, but sold or otherwise disposed of, but I don’t think my position is unreasonable.

And here’s the key, for me – I passionately believe that the creator of a work of art has the right to earn money (until we come up with a better system) from it.  I also create things, and I’d like to think that I could actually sell my words to those who want to read them.  We don’t have the right to simply take what we want, whether that is a 30-year old piece of music, or the latest movie.

But something has to change.  I regularly watch TV from both the UK and North America.  I rarely watch it at the time it is broadcast, and in many cases, I download it, because I do not have a legal method of seeing it otherwise.   And there’s a distinction there, which is clear to me, at least – it’s not that I choose to download stuff which I could otherwise get by paying for it: there is no legal way, paid or otherwise, for me to watch this – I am a market for a product, but I am prevented from consuming that product.   Here’s my case in point:  I enjoy watching Match of the Day on a Saturday evening, and the fact that I no longer live within 8 time zones of where it is produced doesn’t stop me from that enjoyment.  I understand that what I do to see it is not legal; I don’t pay the BBC for their content, and there are rights issues with the sport itself, which has all kinds of complex agreements with Canadian broadcasters to show games for money over here.  But there’s a convenience factor, and a comfort factor, and the fact that it is so easy – I literally do nothing to ensure that the programme arrives here during Saturday, and just plug my iPad into the TV when I want to watch – means that I don’t even think about the implications of what I’m doing.

There’s a point here.  Something has to change, and I discovered quite by chance this morning that the something may be in the hands of us creative types, rather than the intermediaries who are actually coming between the product and its audience now.

Before this morning, I was only vaguely aware of Louis C.K.  In my mind, I rather suspect, I had confused him with Andrew WK, who – it turns out – is someone else entirely.  Loius C.K. is a stand-up, and (I now discover), rather a good one.  He also has clearly seen the copyright issue for himself, and appears to have devised a simple and brilliant way around it.  His latest video record of his act (it’s not a DVD, as we shall see), is only available from one source – the artist himself.  He charges you $5 to buy it (in comparison, his previous show, Shameless, is available from Amazon.ca for $21).  This morning, he tweeted that, to his surprise, the Thing (as he calls it) has grossed $1 million.

Yes, you read that right.  One Million Dollars.  For a quality product in an intangible form (the website has details of how to burn and package it so it looks like a ‘proper’ DVD, if that’s what you want).  Now, think about that for a minute.  This is downloadable product, and I’m sure that with only a few minutes work, I could find it available for free.  But I’d rather pay the artist himself $5 for it, and so, it seems, would 200,000 other people.  And the beauty of the download?  It’s not restricted in any way by being a ‘regional disk’ or any of the myriad other ways corporations like to insert themselves between a product and its audience.

And, as you can tell, it got me thinking. The right product (it has to be something people want), at the right price, delivered more or less instantly to you, in a high quality format with no middlemen skimming their percentage?  Would work with books just as well, wouldn’t it?  If the product’s good enough (that bit’s down to me), and well enough packaged (not hard, these days), a writer could sell his book directly to his audience…

And a musician could sell his or her music, and even (with a bit of creativity), a film maker could get the film directly to the people who really want to see it without subjecting themselves to the modern torture chamber that is, notwithstanding the Code of Conduct, the modern cinema-going experience.  I’d pay for that; wouldn’t you?

 

 

PS: 8 seconds.  That’s how long it took me to find it for free.  Still gonna pay for it, though.

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