¦ Dialing in from the Arnolfini ¦
Supping coffee and watching the tail end of Bertha’s butt swing through the city. The long period of weeks of endless warm sunny weather came to an end in dramatic fashion this weekend, with heavy squally rain lashing the country (remains of hurricane Bertha). I was in London and watched a downpour come in so suddenly, and with such force, that a crowd of people sitting outside a cafe eating alfresco abruptly got up and ran as if a dinosaur had just arrived to eat them – food, luggage (tourists) and other items just abandoned so people could escape the fury. And a few minutes later, glorious sunshine. Hmm, like an average day in Bergen.
It’s been quiet few days. Very little actual writing. Some marketing. Some fleshing out of the plot structure for Broken Fury. Oakfield, first draft, is finished and waiting for me to start editing. Sunder Gloom and Rise of the Iconoclast are sitting comfortably on the back burner.
Friends from New York are visiting England so I went to London to spend a couple days there with them. I do love London, such an epic city to spend time within. My friends have rented the house of a certain Earl and Countess of […] who rent their place out to people willing to pay the price tag. When I got to Notting Hill and saw the place I thought I had walked into a movie set. Five floors of space and luxury. The Countess used to be a fashion editor for Vogue magazine and now focuses her creative energy on interior design – it really shows, the place is incredible. Very Bowie and Deneuve. Think 1983! I took a shed load of photos but have a 2 months backlog on images I am working through so I will write them up in a separate post.
Back to Bristol and a friend from Spain came over to visit me and my lady. Sharky Bones McCoy. Only a short trip unfortunately. Spent the end of one night hunkered down on blankets in the Sky Bunker, clutching whisky in cut crystal glasses and listening to an audio story: H.P.Lovecraft’s The Dunwich Horror (featuring Yog-Sothoth) – a really excellent production that weaves theatrical radio-style performances between scenes of pure narration. Spooky, tense and ultimately spine-chilling when the horror itself begins to unfold across the tangled landscape of Dunwich. Side note: back in 1999 I drove up to Boston from New York, and then plunged westwards, using the map included in Chaosium’s Call of Cthulhu product to try to pin point where I thought the region of Dunwich might be. I found it. Round topped hills and deep plunging ravines, isolated creeks and strange grottos. All that was missing was the rings of stones. Fantastic experience. A few years later I went to the Catskill Mountains for some more Lovecraft-in-Nature.
Next morning, Sharky and I sat in the living room with pots of strong coffee and watched Cthulhu (2007). Directed by Dan Gildark and written by Grant Cogswell it borrows heavily from H.P.Lovecraft’s Shadow over Innsmouth. I don’t believe it ever set out to actually recreate that story. The movie has some really bad reviews (it scores less than 5 out of 10 on IMDB) and I can totally relate to why so many people have an issue with it, but I really really like the movie. There is an angle to the story around the main character’s sexuality that helps to unsettle mainstream audiences but also makes sense within the context of the essential story: what do these people really want from him?! For a movie that didn’t come out of a big studio, I would say they did decent-enough job – and they totally nail the feeling of oppression being trapped in a small town where something very wrong is taking place beneath the surface. Of course, I want Guillermo del Toro to hurry and get on with At The Mountains of Madness and see what a big budget adaptation of Lovecraft will look like – so long as the creative team can fight off the asshats who will demand a love interest and happy ending (both mutually exclusive to H.P.Lovecraft).
New novel covers. One polished gem. When the Guardian reviewed one of my novels – The Black Lake – the feedback was really excellent, warts and all. Two issues raised were inherent to me being very much a one-man band – namely the covers needed to be better and the editing could be improved upon. A few weeks ago I commissioned a designer called The Sprezz to come up with 12 new covers and a consistent brand – I met him in London this weekend, good progress and I am very excited by the look he has come up with. Last week I recruited an editor to polish up Dog Eat Dog to a diamond shine. A lot of people said Dog Eat Dog could be / should be a best-seller but my current position in the market place counts against me – indie authors still have to fight off a certain stigma despite rafts of five-star reviews. So anything that helps the book gain even a little bit extra traction is a good thing. Polishing it up and giving it a new cover as part of the general overhaul may see it accelerate ahead in sales, or may make no difference what-so-ever – time will tell. I am looking at this as an experiment. Getting this done is all a few months away still but I will drop a note here when ready.