Saturday, 26 January 2013

Jan Ormerod - a bright flame snuffed out

Once again a post determined by a death. I heard with great sadness that Jan Ormerod had died. She won the Mother Goose Award with her first picture book, Sunshine, in 1980 and I met her soon afterwards. She had two little girls and I had three and for a while the two families mingled but then Jan's moved to Cambridge and we lost touch.

Years later she came back into my life as the suggested illustrator for the book that became A Twist in the Tail (see above). I remember going to meet her at Frances Lincoln's offices in Kentish Town and finding her rather jumpy and nervous. Only after I, our Editor, Janetta, and Art Director, Judith had exclaimed over the utter wonderfulness of her animal paintings, did she admit that she had been worried about whether we would like them!

Goodness knows how many books she had published by then but Jan never became in the slightest degree immodest. The early books, Sunshine and Moonlight, used her daughters as models and her husband Paul. Their marriage did not last but I could tell from her posts on Facebook how thrilled she was by the arrival of two grandchildren: Miles and Adelaide.

Facebook and occasional meeting at conferences - that's how I encountered Jan in recent years. So it was appropriate, though shocking, to find out about her death through a notice posted on Facebook. The memorial service for Jan is in Rutland next Tuesday and I shan't be able to go. But I shall think of her.

If you have been touched by Jan's work or life, you might want to visit to make a small donation to the hospice that enabled her to die with dignity and in peace.

Friday, 11 January 2013

Versatile Blogger Award

A lovely message on Twitter from Elizabeth Hopkinson told me she had nominated me for this award.

There are rules to be followed if you accept the nomination, so here goes:

1 must present 15 awards to deserving bloggers, so they are:

7 things about me:

1. I have written nearly a hundred books
2. I love peacocks and ravens
3. I always have Burmese cats (which is not compatible with 1.)
4. I love grammar, punctuation and spelling and am a bit of a language Nazi.
5. I am going to Mexico for the first time this year
6. I speak Italian (which won't be much use in Mexico)
7. I can do cryptic crosswords

You can read about the Versatile Blogger Award and I do hope you'll follow my nominees if you don't already; they are very good, informative and entertaining.

Sunday, 6 January 2013

The Hobbit - an Unexpected Movie

'Well, I'm not going!" I said, as soon as I heard Peter Jackson was going to divide Tolkien's The Hobbit into two films. "If he could make The Return of the King in one film," I fulminated, "he can certainly give us The Hobbit in one."

Then we heard it was going to be THREE movies! "No," I groaned. "I'm NOT going! I'll wait for the director's cut box set of all three and watch them on DVD."

So, on Sunday 23rd December, off I trotted to the local multiplex with husband, sister, middle daughter, son-in-law and two huge bags of salted popcorn (and some chocolates, if truth be told).

You see, going to watch Peter Jackson's take on Tolkien was a Christmas tradition for three years during the LoTR era and we were just swept up in the pleasure of returning to PJ's vision of Middle Earth (and Richard Taylor's and WETA's and Alan Lee's and Howard Shore's and many other people's). We wanted to see Hobbition again and Ian McKellen's Gandalf and Hugo Weaving's Elrond and Andy Serkis's Gollum. And there was Richard Armitage, of whom more anon.

We knew it would be long - nearly three hours - but we have stamina and form, especially for popcorn. We knew it would be padded out (with material from the LoTR appendices) but I'd read those. And I knew it would have Richard Armitage.

It began very pleasantly in Bag End, with Ian Holm and Elijah Wood reprising their just pre-Surprise Party scene and Frodo running off to find Gandalf. Then we were into flashback with the young Bilbo (Martin Freeman) meeting the wizard on the much earlier occasion that led to the mark on the door, the invasion of thirteen dwarves, and setting off on a journey "There and Back Again."

Of course this first episode doesn't even reach There. It covers the first six chapters of Tolkien's 1937 novel, which I immediately re-read in the rather handsome fiftieth anniversary edition, which looks like this plus a red flash and a red sun (which was what Tolkien wanted - the red sun, that is):

The opening chapter with its visit of demanding and greedy dwarves, who make inroads into Bilbo's larder, is very true to the book. But then there is a lot of back-story about how the dragon Smaug (pronounced "Smowg", which is apparently how Tolkien said it) laid waste to Erebor nearly 200 years before.

Now, I don't mind this kind of thing but some reviewers have found it slows down the pace. What I thought made this movie less good than LoTR was the reprising of several episodes and special effects from the trilogy. Giant eagles sweeping to the rescue when all seems lost, Gollum and Sméagol in dialogue with each other, our heroes overcoming terrific odds in underground battles, and so on, and so on.

But of course all those things (or most of them) are there in the book so it's Tolkien using the same tropes in the trilogy that have already worked well in the previous book. And it's not as if the pacing in the book is perfect.

                                                  SPOILER ALERT

In The Hobbit the dragon is dispatched with very little sense of jeopardy 44 pages before the end, with one well-placed arrow, and the rest of the story becomes more or less a squabble over the division of the spoils. Yes, there's a battle and yes, an important character dies but I'm amazed at how un-child-friendly the action is. Surely a fight with a huge terrifying dragon is more thrilling than how the treasure is divvied up - even though treasure itself is mildly exciting?

I'm sure that is something Peter Jackson will handle better in the movies.

We watched in 3D though not in 48 fps - how amazed Professor Tolkien would have been by all these options. What this brought home was how very much it is a movie for the computer games generation. That won't be a negative for many viewers but it was for me.

Scene after scene of hobbit and dwarves conquering impossible odds as swarmed over by hundreds of goblins or orcs just feels too lacking in real threat. An Agincourt happens rarely in real life and it just seems too incredible that fourteen questers - fifteen if you count Gandalf - survive to the end of the movie with not even one broken bone!

And yes, fantasy does need to be in some sense credible.

Well what of Richard Armitage then? One of his many charms is his height and yet he is cast as a dwarf, albeit the Leader of the dwarves, Thorin Oakenshield. Most of the actors playing dwarves have a great deal of prosthesis about them but Thorin's dwarvishness is suggested only by a slight nose-extension (and the fact that he appears to be standing in a ditch). This gives an unpleasantly eugenics feel to kingship for me.

And the only moment that moved me was between Thorin and Bilbo, one that doesn't happen in the book and is characterised in the very good TLS review by Tom Shippey as "a final Hollywood-sentiment scene" in which Bilbo explains that he wants to help the dwarves because he has a home and they have lost theirs. And afterwards I felt my emotions had been manipulated by something not genuinely Tolkien.

And I'm afraid Radgast's bunny sled is unforgiveable!

So I'll probably be off to see it again soon - damn you, Peter Jackson.

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

No Year Resolutions

I think I might have a gene missing. Lots of Bloggers are putting up their New Year Resolutions - and good luck to them - but I won't be doing that because I don't have any.

You see, the trouble is, as a novelist, I always see the consequences to any action or statement. So I see the old man in the baby and the danger of failure and disappointment in any public plan to lose weight, take more exercise, read more improving books or whatever the list of resolutions contains.

I'd rather make private pacts with myself and then I'm the only one who can sigh and shake her head at the end of the year. But then I don't really like New Year. December 31st is the day my mother died so it always feels unnatural to be partying and celebrating.

Oh dear; this is all beginning to sound rather curmudgeonly and I don't mean it to. I think it's partly that for me, the year really begins in October, the academic New Year. Maybe it's because at 19 I was the oldest girl in my secondary school (I stayed on an extra year to take Greek A Level - how geeky is that?). Then there was university and postgrad and more than 25 years of the girls' education from nursery school for the oldest till the extended end of the youngest's second undergraduate degree in 2009.

I can understand making resolutions in October; it all goes with bundles of new pens, pristine notebooks, lined pads and a fresh haul of books to study.

January is a good time to think of beginnings, as well. I always feel hopeful once we are past the shortest day and the year is turning on its upward curve, like Fortune's Wheel or the London Eye, on the way up to the giddy heights of summer.

I just know that most of the things I want to happen in 2013 are not in my control - maybe I should make a list of New Year Wishes instead?

Whether you make resolutions or wishes or not, I wish all you who kindly read this blog a very Happy New Year and all the things you wish or resolve for yourselves.