Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Big Brother - Summer 2013

Part (2): Continued from HERE.

16/7/13 (later)
I have now looked at the footage shown last night on the TV programme. Chilling, indeed, and although I do not disagree with anything said above about Daley, I do wonder whether Hazel should have been thrown out, too.

17/7/13
I saw the interview, too. I think it is a Shakespearean tragedy - Daley is overtly very articulate but in many ways inarticulate and confused about his own feelings. Hazel seems still to be fulfilling her audition promise that once scared Gina* so much and I still do not exonerate Hazel from irresponsible taunting (and if a man had so forcibly and blatantly pulled down a woman's pants he would have been immediately and rightly evicted without any later opportunity to explain it to a sympathetic housemate), but she did not deserve the dark endgame in the secret room and Daley was right to apologise for his own unforgiveable actions. He should also have apologised to Hazel directly.
* “Hazel.. well, I dunno. You said that you’re going integrate into the group for two weeks, and then you’re going to s**t stir. And you said you’re evil inside,” Gina claimed.
PS: I also noticed that Hazel jumped into bed with Daley on the morning after the incident.
[There are transgressions that are worthy of immediate eviction, in descending order of objective seriousness: call them A, B, C. And similarly descending transgressions all worthy of an initial formal warning: D, E, F.
If Daley was guilty of A, Hazel was guilty of C, I feel, just on the evidence of the 15 minutes or so shown at the end of the previous night's summary programme.]

18/7/13
An excellent shopping task for a change and thanks, Marion, for the usual wonderful description.
Something very SF about being frozen in time and having other bodies walk around who are not frozen in time. And the Hms did very well.
I, too, believed that BB lobbed in the tennis ball. But surely not. But if it crossed the minds of us two, then, maybe it's true. It would be like playing with fire and would be reprehensible, if BB did lob it in. There was a tennis ball found before in this series left exactly where the camera could focus on the writing. Dexter found this earlier ball but didn't impart its information, I recall. This time they did not need to focus on it, as Sophie picked it up and immediately read it aloud.
Back to the Daley-Hazel incident; they were both drunk. I sense, the more I think about it, that this started off as a mutual role-playing exercise (which they possibly felt consciously or sub-consciously appropriate in the context of BB and one instinctively designed to make a buzz), one that got out of hand. Many couples, I believe, role-play in their normal life together, from which they get a kick. I saw a stage-play about this subject recently at the theatre, i.e. THE LOVER by Harold Pinter which is about just such a situation. And Hazel is arguably still play-acting about it. For her perceived actions (the blatant physical exposure of Daley, her own dubious handling of Daley's neck and play-slapping him, her audition espousal of 'evil', her getting into bed with Daley *after* the event etc), I am still convinced that Hazel should also have been thrown out. Daley was the worst offender (unforgiveably so), but that does not prevent lesser offences being properly punished, too.
I hope you don't mind me exploring this as it develops in my mind. We have always debated the possibilities when significant events occur since discussing BB from 2004. Or perhaps I should have let sleeping dogs lie with the signal break-up initially preventing me seeing the incident. :)
(later)
Marion wrote: I think we witnessed something important happening there, something that happens in domestic abuse cases - that eerie change in his manner, almost trancelike, when Jekyll disappeared and he came back to himself...
Yes, I'm sure you're right. And spot on with that description, Marion. This thread is something important happening, too, I feel.
Marion wrote: As for Hazel still playacting - hmmmm. Ther problem is ,I think, that she doesn't quite know how to react - too stunned.
I hear a rumour that she has told the other Hms that she misses Daley and wants him back on the show. But that's the Daily Star for you! (Or Daley Star!)
19/7/13
Marion wrote:  There was a barber's shop quartet as well singing the 'You're all fake' song and making outrageous allegations, the most outrageous being that Dan isn't really gay. .
Perhaps not so outrageous. I had already been wondering that point - this is his method of being allowed to caress and canoodle the opposite sex?
I hope the twins go tonight
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(later)Marion wrote: Maybe he really is a mole in that floral vest? :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
bi-molar?

20/7/13
Marion wrote: Hms in the secret room are not immune from nomination at all - and tomorrow thy are to select another HM to join them. This is a twist too far. Whatever happened to the clarion call to the punlic - 'You decide'?
Indeed, Marion. Sam and Sophie are, I believe, due to choose someone else for the secret room but will they know their choice, like themselves, will automatically be up for eviction? Sadly, they won't choose Hazel as they think that will bring back bad memories for her. And I am losing interest in this residual group. Gina (Nikki) will win - although Nikki in her day, didn't actually win the show but she won the fame afterwards. Perhaps Charlie as a dark horse. Dexter's cartwheel was symbolic of something, not sure of what yet, though. He is the man of many faces to face the world - more so than Callum.

21/7/13
Charlie seemed to get out of hand now that mum's mummed off.
And I can't imagine Sam and Sophie ever getting interesting even when they've now had their heads put above the parapet.
In fact I am losing the will to live about all of them!
But totally loved Gina's imitation of the Essex accent a night or so ago. The only HM with star potential.
(later)
Marion wrote: He and Callum indulged in a balletic amorous rivalry full of yearnings and unrealised passions, Callum to the point of being scary , what with intense facial contortions, windfarm gestures, and deeply meaningful intense stares. Dexter flitted round her like a butterfly dying to laugh. In the end, Charlie delared Dexter sweet and Dexter announced that he and Charlie were like two planets aligning themselves. I don't know that this what BB had hoped for but it served him right and it was very funny.
Funny, Marion, how your later-than-normal reports make me enjoy the whole programme for the first time - retrocausally, as it were. Thanks.
22/7/13
Yes, Dexter is a loose catalyst - and hard to read. Good BB-type provocation
Gina screeched a lot last night with another Nikki-like tantrum. I don't think you mentioned her much in your long report, Marion, but she is likely to win the whole show, they say.
The Love Square emerged last night. Charlie - Dexter- Dan - Callum.
Despite Marion's excellent report - I think this lot are trying too hard (to make an entertaining show), i.e. beyond their own natural personalities ... and I AM losing the will to live... As to Sophie and Sam, they are like people on a fairground ride just to keep others company. They don't try hard enough. The Twins tweedle along as ever.

23/7/13
Marion wrote: I am still not happy with this twist. We can laugh at HMs or criticise them but they are doing their best to entertain and don't deserve a cruelty like this. And it is cruel to let Sophie and Sam be happy thinking they've done Dan a favour and lent him some of their immunity. It is cruel to let the rest of the HMs worry for the week that they are all up for eviction.
Wise words, oh soothsayer.
The most hilarious thing last night was further evidence of the complete unsuitability of Sam and Sophie to be HMs in a BB show. I wonder how they got through the auditions

24/7/13
Callum was impressive last night as the therapist. However, in the old days BB did not have such artificial set-ups but proper games and tasks.
His scrying widget was however sheer genius and alone worth winning the whole show for. The synchronised spokes of random truth and fiction.
Gina has the widest margins of (i) prepared sleek and puckish beauty and (ii) non made-up gurning when just awake ... whereby you can't believe they are the same person..

25/7/13
Marion wrote: I'm beginning to hate BB personally.
The task was silly, too, and irritating. Callum as a Robbie Williams lookalike is the only reasonably entertaining thing at the moment. Gina was told something that Dexter said in the diary room (will the HMs ever say anything sincere and private again in the diary room, a place that should be as sacrosanct as a confessional?).
Gina speaks of 'the public' as some sort of likeable single-minded wise being like an Oracle (which is in the tradition of BB if not always its current practice) and presumably for this Oracle to call Hazel the snake of the house must have been based on their watching of the Daley and Hazel footage available to them, i.e. the two of them that made that particular tango (which is also my own view), so I am willing to go along with that judgement in the old 'You Decide' philosophy of BB. But the judgement should never have been imparted to Hazel while she is still a HM. That was cruel.

26/7/13
Irrespective of the game-spoiling represented by BB's gradual verifying* of the Hms' self-ranking as to the Public Oracle voting on the eventual result (how many voted and who and why bother with the final, we might as well all go home now with our tennis balls?), yes, irrespective of all that, I was surprised at the result. Why Sam and Sophie so high, for example? And Callum so low? But the Public tides are now already set in motion, and none of us can even try to be Canute.
*unless that was a 'lie', too, rather than breaking what should have remained a 'secret'?

27/7/13
Marion wrote: In the end, Sam, who will not get out of bed (or get into it without his sheepskin jacket) ,and smug dour little Sophie who has contributed very little to the house, won the public voters over. I canot see why, unless it was a case of the vote was split between them. At any rate, we have lost a vivid HM to a pair of mediocrities.
Indeed. And Emma Willis made no Secret of this when interviewing Dan.
Also I agree about the Twins. Intermittent visions of poopy fat that - like the thought of Kinga's wine bottle - will outlast the people themselves.
Meanwhile, Gina believes Hazel is evil because she saw evidence of Hazel claiming to be evil on film. As was later borne out by the cold evidence of two drunken people being or pretending to be 'evil', also on film, a film that Gina hasn't yet seen.

28/7/13
Marion wrote: I have commented before on the richness of Dexter's metaphors, far better than Callum's if that is any test of mental superiority.
Yes, but only Callum had the widget of spokes his demonstration of which has been this season's highlight for me.
Spot on, Marion, with the Dandy and Beano japes concerning the stakes, boos, brown Es etc, and an example, too, of BB's comic book cruelties that, in real comics, don't affect people but only anthropomorphised drawings of animals like Biffo the Bear. I think the HMs are getting more and more war weary with all this which is not a good recipe for flair and entertaining repartee.

29/7/13
Marion wrote: There were the usual caricatures of HMs and stick persons - Callum's was strange though. In it he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders, resisting the force of a central explosion, and there was a long dark tunnel at the end of a straight road through which he swore there was light. The odd thing was that he was the only HM in the picture. The Twins think he needs therapy - that may well be true.
Most geniuses need therapy! Callum is the only original in the house. Well, Gina, too. For that alone, he or she should win.
It seemed somehow symbolic that Gina bears out Hazel's own opinion of herself by seeing evil in her eyes. The camera shots are not close enough for viewers to judge, but I am prepared to believe Gina sees evil in them. And then Charlie tries to gouge Hazel's eyes out with a cucumber! Only on BB!
Still, in the main, the haunting figures in the BB sponsored advert for 'S*perc*sino' (asterisks because this forum does not allow you to post the full name of this company), -- i.e. the blonde woman striding toward the table, the cool laconic guy with untidy hair but handsome face etc and the spinning chip and the no. 17 or the no. 20 -- are far more interesting than this set of HMs in general!

30/7/13
Callum nominated Dexter, saying that he should be in prison because talking such utter crap for so long is surely against the law.
If that were true, our prisons would be even more overcrowded and most of us would have to be allowed to stay at home to continue our illegal ways unpunished. That sounds like a good SF plot to write...
Marion wrote:
Sam the Sleeper resides in the house, pristine and free of nominations. So does Sophie. And we are at risk of losing Callum, Dexter or Hazel if the Ghastly Twins aren't kicked out. And if there are two evictions this week, even if the Twins go, we will lose another big character while Sam snoozes and Sophie scowls.
Many still live under the radar in real life. I'm beginning to think that is a good idea. I'm intending to slip away from interaction on the internet. As a start, I left Facebook nearly two months ago and fiddled with Twitter for a day or so only to abandon it for good. 'Horror Without Victims' is my last book and I feel in my heart that I am heading toward the end of my pretentious real-time reviewing. And this will probably be my last season of BB commentating. And then I shall be like those old people who used to sit at home listening to 'Have A Go, Joe' with Wilfred Pickles on the steam wireless and pottering around the house or garden as long as their legs don't give out, with very few remembering they are still there, still alive, till they are dead. Ah bliss.

31/7/13
You know, after the recorded revelation of HMs making their nominations while they are still HMs not only prevents BB from asking these particular HMs for frank nominations in the diary room again but also prevents BB from asking any HMs in future BBs from doing the same. The cat is finally out of the bag. And BB is finished.

1/8/13
A much more interesting programme last night, one that was truly on the uncomfortable edge of truth - where BB excels and where nothing can equal it, nothing dramatic (theatrical or fictional) or real (the news, real life). It started off with a remarkably articulate real wrestler (looking a bit like Michael the 'postman' now physically beefed up) who also was genuinely frightening in arranging the task - as Callum was frightening later with his purple mist echoing the vision in his earlier painting -
(Daley and Hazel had some sort of mutual mist, too, earlier in the series. Perhaps it's in the air there?)
Dexter, in his own way, was also frightening as his reaction to Callum developed cumulatively.
Gina and Hazel (despite the latter's reputed 'evil') were kittens, by comparison.
This is the first time for ages I've left a BB programme still thinking about it constructively as well as anxiously. And Sam gained some mist points too via his passionate words to Dexter about Dexter's own pre-fight trash talk with Callum. Sophie, too, with her appraisal of the situation in the DR. Why DID Callum bring his own family into the argument?

2/8/13
Marion wrote:
All I hope for is the eviction of Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
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Me, too. And, if two evictions, Hazel along with them.
The Dexllum feud is too priceless to lose from Wonderland.
Feuds are a fact of life, sadly, in this age of the Jabberwiki.

3/8/13
Callum's whole essence in the house was Cumulative Calumny: it started with seeing Dexter as a rival, but then his concocted duplicitous backstory for Dexter grew and grew upon itself until even Callum believed his Calumny - and now it is an obsession of overbearing bitter truth based on a lie that Dexter the real person and Dexter the game-playing Housemate are the same thing (which they *may* be but magnified out of all proportion when seen through the hothouse glass darkly). This obsession may now diminish as he gets some perspective from outside among his friends and family, just as probably Sallie, outside the house, gradually saw her sheer hatred of the equivalence of Michael the actor (the real person) with Michael the postman (the game-playing calumnious 'Housemate') was equally unsustainable or otherwise it would eat her up.
 4/8/13
Marion wrote: I am gaining more respect for Hazel, I must say.
Yes, she is managing to 'regroup' her persona, despite sharing the mutual "mental mist" with Daley (him then being justly punished by being taken out of the game and she not).

(later)
Marion wrote:
Now, Des, we're never going to agree on that one. She didn't threaten violence and she didn't threaten death - that's why he's out and she's still in.
And she's a much more interesting HM now that he's gone.
She invited what she got, if you watch solely the evidence of the whole scene in question. And, indeed, she didn't threaten violence, but she enacted it!
I think what they both said and did to each other was unforgivable. However, his behaviour, I agree, was worse than hers, when taken at face value. We mustn't forget, meanwhile, both were taking these actions with the full knowledge that they were being filmed for public watching.
We were not chance witnesses to a private domestic situation but part of many witnesses to a television event, staged by both parties, as is borne out by the footage. Both deserved immediate eviction for crossing a line, in my view.
So it will be a travesty if she wins. And, thus, for me, she does not deserve any respect at all. It is the above introduction of the words 'more respect' into this context that I am currently finding difficult to stomach, not a reprise of an old debate on which we know we beg to differ.
Disregarding any of that, I don't actually find her an interesting housemate, either. :)
(later)
Marion  wrote:
I'm sure Daley was terrified of her! :mrgreen:
She's the only one who had the gumption to tell Callum to put a sock in it. She's a match for Gina when it comes to last words. She's got Dexter on side and sorted Charlie without actually quarrelling with her. She has never faltered in the tasks, no matter how gross. On top of all that, she has survived a week of BB bullying.
She deserves some credit for being such a tough cookie.
Indeed.
But she should never have been left there to prove what a tough cookie she may be.
She may win, I accept.
PS: if she is such a tough cookie, that should also now be factored retrospectively into the earlier incident with Daley.
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5/8/13
Marion wrote:
The Twins in their flabby glory were foisted on us yet again right at the opening of the show. They they were, all a-wobble at the shower in the garden, lovingly documented by the cameras. Why, I ask myself? Why? They were not interesting, not witty, not insightful, anything but beautiful, and yet we were expected to watch. It got worse in the bedroom when in their usual hilarious fashion they romped, dropping one another on the floor and screaming with laughter. There followed a ticklefest in which other Hms joined in, encouraging the brats in hilarity and flatulence.
We are on all fours on that, Marion. :)
Sam is a strange kettle of fish, with a sporadic, slightly tormented uplift of its lid to show it's boiling.
On the whole, my winner is indeed Gina, as the least bad choice.

6/8/13
An excellent report, Marion. Two weeks to go! And then immediately I presume there will be a CBB to follow on? How can we cope with all these riches?
Sam's lid was rattling away last night. Out of his depth, but may receive the sympathy vote.
I felt sorry for Dexter as that was another cruel task handed out by BB to Gina, though she did it well!
And Sophie did another "I'm not bothered" speech. She is growing on me, being an Essex boy myself, although she is probably more East London than Essex, though they do blur together and I do come from East London stock as well as being born and living in Essex ... and Welsh on my father's side!

Continued HERE.

Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Books with Souls

Garry Nurrish's logo throughout 'Weirdmonger' (2003)
The design (by Garry Nurrish) throughout 'Weirdmonger' (2003) by DF Lewis

“I feel that the souls of original writers — for the more original a writer is, the more powerful is the pressure of his projected soul — are real presences that have their dwelling inside the printed pages of the author’s books;…” – from ‘The Inmates’ by John Cowper Powys

 “Every book has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.” — from ‘The Shadow Of The Wind’ by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

 "What we're saying is that the magazine is more than the contents: it's the physicality of product which adds to the volume something more than the words themselves. E-books have their place (I think most of my own output is available in e-book), but they do create a homogenous reading experience. As much as anything else, it's also a willingness to be different, to buck the trend. Those people with an affinity to this will be those who become our readers." -- Andrew Hook (HERE)

Thursday, July 04, 2013

HPL the Panther


HP Lovecraft Texts

I have been informed recently that the Oxford University Press has just published HPL fiction using the original magazine texts.

It’s a question of debate, in my view, as to which are the texts best used, i.e. EITHER the ones that the author approved or allowed by default into magazines etc. when he was alive and that effectively created his ‘fame’ in the first place OR his original manuscripts as revised texts that have been brought forward after he died? I suspect, with HPL, that some of the former are preferable to the latter but also vice versa, as someone was demonstrating recently on the TLO thread.

Well, if HPL complained again and again in his lifetime about the original magazine texts, and if we have hard evidence for that contention, then it would lend support to the argument that only the revised texts should apply.  But as an exponent of the age-seasoned literary theory of the Intentional Fallacy,  I also feel that this is a complicated matter and that each original magazine text and each revised text  should be treated on their individual merits and, in hindsight, if HPL could look down from where he is now, he may even agree with that!!

Caveat: I was brought up on the Panther texts of HPL fiction in the 1960s, with which I fell in love.

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Versionary Literature

I arguably coined these words and expressions: ‘zeroism, egnisomicon, egnisism’ in conjunction with PF Jeffery (1967), ‘whofage’ in conjunction with PF Jeffery (1973), ‘agra aska’ (1983), ‘weirdmonger’ (1988), use of ‘brainwright’ in modern times (1990), Salustrade (1992) use of ‘yesterfang’ in modern times (1997), ‘wordhunger’ (1999), ‘nemonymous, ‘nemonymity’, late-labelling, veils-&-piques’ (2001), ‘denemonise’ (2002), ‘megazanthus’, ‘weirdonymous’, ‘chasing the noumenon’ (2003), ‘wordonymous’, ‘wordominous’, ‘the-ominous-imagination’, revelling in vulnerability (2004), ‘a woven fire-wall of words’, ‘the synchronised shards of random truth and fiction’, ‘nemoguity’, ‘vexed texture of text’, ‘fictipathy’, ‘nemotion’, ‘the hawler’, ‘the angel megazanthus’, ‘klaxon city’, ‘horrorism’ when used as a word for the philosophy of horror fiction (2005), ‘publication-on-reading’, ‘antipodal angst’, ‘the tenacity of feathers’, ‘a writer’s mandala’, ‘wordy weird’, ‘nemophilia / nemophobia’, ‘magic fiction’ as the obverse of the more common expression ‘magic realism’, ‘weirdtongue’ as the ‘name’ of a language, ‘Glistenberry’ as an alternative name for ‘Glastonbury’, ‘tonguage’ as a ‘conscious’ language, ‘yester-eggs’ as a term for Proustian ‘selves’, ‘the parthenogenesis of reality from artifice’, ‘all is for the pest in the pest of all worlds’, ‘Baffles’ as fables with muffled morals (2006), ‘fanblade fable’, ‘abutting the if’, ‘word clones / word clowns’, ‘bumps for books’, ‘rite of review’, ‘cone zero’, ‘a basket of coinages’ (2007), ‘small press cover ark(ive), the baser pulps’ ‘orrorfaces’, ‘the wheel culture’, ‘netogenic’, the first fiction about a ‘drogulus’, ‘Innerskull’, ‘meganthus‘ (2008), ‘CERN Zoo’ in literature, ‘Real-Time Reviewing‘, ‘ligottum‘, ‘the pit and the pessimum‘, ‘ligottus‘, ‘fubbcuckle’, ‘extraneity creep’, ‘pillowghost’, ‘intowards’, ‘powderghost’, ‘nightmare’s moat’ (2009), ‘THE TENSES’, ‘scream munch’ as another word for ‘captcha’, ‘skight’ – threepenny bit, ‘invitations from within’, ‘novellatory’, ’Ress’, ‘Venn Dreams’, ‘Tearsheet Doll’, scanbuncle, A Götterdämmerung of Guts , Holistic Horror (2010), SFtopia, Salustraders / Overspacers, Novellarette, Inquel, Gaddafery, Jungian autonymity, sudracide, an impesto novel, trendbaffler, our planet as reliquary, fictionatronics, Lovecraftianisation, “To know the worst is also to know the best“, vignellarette, “Nothing is controlled by logic other than logic itself.”, nightgators, Horror Genreators, dicksplay, roman littoral, ghostalt, poltergeistalt, horrasy, Horrasy: The Horrastic and the Heuristic, srednibution, srednidipity, Lovecraftian indescriptivities, bememorise, alephantiasis, reva-menders, metapomorphic, rarifiction, neoloquism, Was the God Particle born instable? (2011), angelivalent, literal-meaning dreaming, the ‘Higgs boson’ of Horror, The Weirdonomicon, Aickmania, shortcomings harnessed are stronger than strengths unused, privacy-trawler, disarming strangeness in connection with Robert Aickman, Fiction is like currency: belief is everything, oblique concomitant / oblique contaminant, age at the edge, A writer should make clouds shine even if the world’s sun has gone, The Call of the Silly, pastilential, eschairtology, e-born, read-tangler, ghorror, the authorial cloud, grosmance, quixotiose, most placating is playacting, ‘friendly fire’ fiction, dilemmachination, absurface, aeontonomous, HobbYiSt / Hobbit, aeontonomy, Horror Without Victims, fuckerlode, Earkth, Pronoun Horror, The Ives of November, PreMonday-ition, NoV – No Victims, an amid-life crisis, God created Ground in His own image by adding ‘run’ to His name, Old boots are always better than no boots, truth is never brash, End tring, Tendring is Trending, HorNET Nest, The empty future expects our arrival soon, if you fit, wear yourself, The Worldwide Cliff (2012), quantitative kamikaze, The Ohm Resistor of Literature, Only real books can be left anonymously on chairs, The Sibling Thing (as monster), lachrymonics, Cold Sororist, Gangster Gongsters, Cathrian, Cathrianity, Cathrechism, the optimum delusion, dogstone as a form of ‘found sculpture’, iDEATH as a form of internet implosion of self, Judge me on my works, not on my request thus to judge me, dyschronous recurrence, Belarhombus, the Palimp’s Zest, abseil-surdity, paradoxilogically, Devolved Fiction, fratrinity, bock-hide, the Ligottian lurch, denouement or deligottiment, Does a Seraph suffer from Harpes?, AickMANN, RTRcausal, irrealoscopic, a Myth Pitch, Versionary SF. (2013).

Friday, June 14, 2013

Big Brother - Summer 2013

CONTINUED FROM ALL MY COMMENTS HERE ON THE UK  BIG BROTHER SINCE 2004


Extracted from on-going discussion HERE:-

I was surprised not to see Brian, but Emma seems better, so OK with that. But my heart sank when I saw the whole series is sponsored by an on-line gambling site (this forum does not allow me to name it specifically!) and then the arrival of the awful twins and Sallie (none of this boded well). It did pick up however. But Michael - the explicit BB mole - was faced with a very far-fetched decision to make (one that was bound to increase suspicion about his status) and his poor acting didn't help.
Thanks, Marion, as ever, for your very useful aide memoire. I doubt I shall be able to watch every evening, and there will be gaps when I won't be able to watch at all for a few periods of days during the season.

15/6/13
Brilliant summation, Marion. Your touch is immaculate.
I must admit the Michael mole-scenario is turning out better than I anticipated. And there are some interesting characters in the House this year.
The mother and daughter (the former who is 59 and looks 49!) are separate housemates, while the twins are one housemate.
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Well, has a housemate ever before got into a fight and had a formal warning on their first night?!
Crikey! What's the betting that Gina will throw one of those jamjars-with-handles at Sallie before breakfast tomorrow? #-o

16/6/13

...and those jamjars-with-handles - that everyone is walking around with - look like small see-through chamberpots.

17/6/13
Marion wrote here:
Oh, boy, does Gina have a surprise in store for Jemima because Gina is embarking on a BB journey. From demanding a maid and spending £8, 000 a month to stay at the Savoy, Gina has discovered that people like Wolfy have to live on very little money. Gina had a perfect Road to Damascus moment in the DR as the revelation sank in. She was moved, profoundly moved and saddened. By the end of the month she will have changed completely from spoiled little rich girl to spending every spare moment working in a soup kitchen. She’s a lot cleverer than Sallie methinks.
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Wasn't that £18,000 per month?
Yes, this is fast becoming the Gina Rio Show, something that money can't buy. So, yes, clever, I agree. Another universal truth that only 'Big Brother' can (if inadvertently) radiate - and radiate into our fontanelle rather than just our carapace.

18/6/13
This is becoming one of the best BBs. But has it peaked too early? I wonder where it can go beyond the current shenanigans. As Michael says, it is layer upon layer of secrets and lies and madness - or, as I might say, a fairground decepticoaster...
Gina Rio is indeed very clever and she seemed to have spotted the possible 'racist' interpretation of Jemima's statements before Big Brother spotted them. In other words, she seemed to have alerted them to the situation. Having said that, I do wonder how politically incorrect actually were Jemima's words, i.e. when giving personal preferences as to the nature of the men with whom she might have relationships.
Dexter, Sallie and Gina up for eviction. I hope Dexter goes.

19/6/13
...and Gina seems to be the only one who really understands what Michael is all about, judging by some of the things she said in the diary room.
Yes, Marion, a powerful lot of performers this year, as you put it. And housemates have indeed become more performers than ordinary people in recent years.

20/6/13
That's really the first time I had noticed Hazel at all! And I am very impressed.
Wolfy's wild John Cowper Powys type theories fit into mine about Big Brother itself. What have you to teach me?

21/6/13
A further highlight last night was when Sallie asked everyone in all seriousness what the word 'ignorant' meant. But later she used the probably more difficult word 'misinterpret'...
I shall miss the eviction tonight, but Sallie should go if only for that two-faced Jade Goody-like 'ignorance'.

22/6/13
Thanks, Marion. As a result of your report I decided to watch the whole thing on Channel 5 Repeat on-line. Call me sad! But it was the best BB episode ever. Not one of them, but the best.
The cruelty upon Wolfy was its darker side, I admit. But contestants go into the House knowing that those sorts of things are possible.
Sorry that Sallie couldn't differentiate Michael as paid actor and as housemate postman. But this opens up even more ricochets and implications regarding my years-old fascination with "the synchronised shards of random truth and fiction", both from the endlessly revelatory BB phenomenon and from the Art of Fiction itself as an aspirant writer, publisher and reviewer.

23/6/13
I liked the 'Zadok the Priest' as they found the Promised Land of the missing suitcases.
And Jackie's song that ended with life beginning at Fifty-nine when all doth shine.
Perhaps at sixty-five life's bee flies its hive.

24/6/13
Thanks, Marion, for another excellent witty summary. I have nothing to add as this period of interaction seems to be neither aftermath to one drama or prequel to another, but it is probably both.

25/6/13
Marion wrote:
Wolfy was communing with nature again, asking the vegetable patch what it had to teach her. I found this disturbing, but all was well after all – she wasn’t talking to the radishes but to a bumble bee. She was very appreciative of its input. Later she stood chopping vegetables and mentioned she was thinking of someone’s face as she did it. It was quite chilling really. Is she taking advice from a delinquent bee?

I talk to this screen with my fingers. Most bizarre. The rocks and trees, too. 
The yearly tradition of breaking the talking-about-nominations rules was celebrated last night. Such routines give me a good feeling, like Christmas and my yearly November renewal as a person, as if I am the Doctor resurrecting without changing the actor playing him.
I hope Dexter goes. For the benefit of readers of this thread, Marion's Sexter is really called Dexter! I find him like whining repetitive static interference on a wireless signal.
Gina is a clever girl - other than thinking potatoes grow undirtily, which is a thought process akin to the human condition of wishful self-hypnotising that one will never die, never be planted like a potato or overcooked into ashes.

26/6/13
Marion wrote: Who are these people?

Variations on a Theme of Nikki?
I lost the Channel 5 signal for the last half of the show, so much appreciate that summary. In fact for the next two or three weeks, my attention to BB will necessarily be very bitty - if not losing my own signal completely for a whole week at some stage.
I did however see the AmbiDexterous Gemini conspiracy develop.
Are there any readers of this thread who can fill in for me? I know they are out there somewhere as the numbers of 'views' are increasing exponentially as this series develops. Incredibly so!

27/6/13
Thanks for explaining all that, Marion. I got lost last night. It just seemed one stock BB task with zombies and 'Get me Out of Here' shenanigans.
Not surprised that game Gina is no longer on Evacuation Watch. I think they should expel both Jemima and Dexter.

And are the walls in this year’s ‘Big Brother’ real books?
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28/6/13
The books look real - and there are hundreds of them - wallfuls of them swaying and rocking like a soft library with the passing of cameramen and gophers (and some zombies?) on the other side.
As to last night's action - boring. Your report about it, though, Marion, was not boring.

29/6/13
I think Jemima was genuinely shocked being evicted against Dexter. But when the clips were played by back, I think she realised what a preying cougar she actually is. Boy-mates or not.
Marion wrote:
HMs had to disappear one by one and hide from the twins. A child’s game. An infantile game. Probably dreamed up in a second because the quarantine task had to be curtailed. It took the twins an inordinate time to realise everyone had gone missing. Still, the others were not hard to find as the only hiding place was the store room. Surprise! Surprise!
The hiders were playing an old-fashioned children's party game called 'sardines' in the store room even if they didn't realise it. At least Michael wasn't there to turn it into postman's knock!
Still, not much fat on sardines. Even though Dexter's pretty oily.

30/6/13
I think the task last night - with them all standing at rostrums like a World Economic Summit press announcement - was boring and so typically BB, while the Stones rocked on the other side of the hill.
The repercussions of the task were not even interesting. Showing housemate BB auditions to some other housemates - it's all been done before, too. This show's gone right down hill since the postman left.
Marion wrote: However, in the field of sexual braggadoccio, Callum is an amateur beside the utterly outrageous Dexter, he of the schoolboy face and form and the rather stylish jackets. He seems to have modelled himself on Sean Connery playing Bond, darkly smooth, confident, standing just so, sitting just so, holding his cigarette just so…
Just had to quote that to remind me the main reason for watching BB - to appreciate Marion's reports afterwards!

1/7/13
"Irksome trivia", indeed.
BB must have planted that tennis ball themselves - making sure one of their cameras could focus on the writing the right way up.
The only interesting thing last night (does a revealed destiny alter that very destiny?) was the phenomenon of Hazel. As well as the twins, she is a possible future winner, though I don't like the twins myself.

2/7/13
My version of last night's BB ended before Dexter nominated. But I see that Wolfy, Dan, Dexter and Gina are up for it. All strong housemates for positive and negative reasons. That's why they're up. Dan to go, for me.
Meanwhile, the dry eye and the cold eye were very telling in Marion's report. But what about the tell-tale heart under the floorboards?

3/7/13
Marion wrote:
Dan is frighteningly intense when he starts these interrogations - his eyes widen and there's a bright sheen comes into his eyes, like headlamps. He must be murder to live with.
It was certainly a more interesting programme last night. Genuine angsts and frictions, rather than play-acting amid irksomely trivial tasks. I hope Dan goes on Fri. If Marion's reports continue here, I'll be able to keep track of events and maybe comment but not watch the programme for a week or so. That may be a good thing and give me a new slant on things when I resume. :)

10/7/13
Thanks, Marion. I watched the episode last night and tried to fit my strides into any new dynamics. Your reports have been enormously useful in that regard. Like you, I find it hard to call the Friday night eviction, especially as we don't know all the effective nominees yet.

11/7/13
Last night's episode demonstrated the strange contradictory nature of BB, where Housemates were discussing how best to present themselves to the voting public - i.e. what tactics and strategy - and discussing this not 'in camera' as one would expect but ON camera!
Meanwhile, I hope Wolfie goes on Friday.

12/7/13
In any theatrical drama or in any real life, in any pretence or in any genuine feeling, I have never seen such an evil, angry, disturbed, expression on any human face other than that on Wolfy's when she heard last night about the cigarettes figuring in the Treasury Task. Even Oscar-winning actors fail to manage to create such expressions.

13/7/13
From the deadpan to the melting pot, I am beginning to regain my grip on proceedings, thanks to Marion's reports. What would we all do without her. Millions going about the streets befuddled by the subtle and blatant interconnections between argument for argument's sake (the twins) and a Machiavellian agent-provocation (Dexter and Gina and Hazel) - all threaded through with simple minds thinking above their weight.
Wolfy's exit stance at the opening door scared the cameras and they rushed to the adverts before showing the exit proper - you see, they couldn't make out the sculptural impossibility of her body, twisted and slanted into a new existence by the giant creature within her. It was only a flash in the deadpan, as it turned out. But we must be afraid - whatever-it-is is now in the open, among us.

14/7/13
A good Sylvia Plath poetic reference to Dexter.
Also I, too, am quiet overnight with this, now, my gentle foot in the door of morn.
Marion's meaty late-night dinner become my breakfast feast.
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15/7/13
Marion wrote: I think Hazel has bitten off more than she can chew with this man.
Indeed, one can never trust relative strangers, even under the gaze of millions. This is a very strange branch-line of humanity we have been travelling since the beginning of Reality TV. Reality itself is no longer Reality. This is the New Reality. And many of us are beginning to do it ourselves on the Internet with the growth of Facebook. (I came off Facebook over a month ago).
Dexter's hand-cup streak - hardly a real streak like Erica Rice's. Thank goodness.


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Oh, dear - I think BB should get Hazel out of that secret room.

Hey, that looks decidedly sinister.
If a crime is committed it won't take Sherlock Holmes to solve it, though.

16/7.13
Last night, the Channel 5 signal started breaking up at exactly the time that that final incident began to be shown in the summary show - an incident which is I'm sure accurately described by Marion above. I then blamed the complete break-up of the signal to hot weather atmospherics, and some other TV stations, but not all, were indeed down at the same time. I don't know how long they were down as I went to bed.
Having now read about the incident, I feel it was all rather spooky. And disturbing. I'm not sure whether I shall try to watch it on Channel 5 catch-Up. I think I shall leave it to my visualisation of it as a result of Marion's report. A sad landmark in BB history.
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Sunday, June 09, 2013

A Threat of Rain / A Sale of Red Wellington Boots

A Threat of Rain / A Sale of Red Wellington Boots

Can there be any point in telling you this story? A story needs either to be entertaining or instructive, although instructive alone is rarely entertaining, while entertaining can remain entertaining without also being instructive. But instructive increases its instructivity by being entertainingly conveyed. This story, meanwhile, is probably neither entertaining or instructive. But I'll let you be the judge of that. You may even think it cruel.

Once upon a time, there was a man called Manny who made a living from making red wellington boots, making them from water creatures who kept their insides dry by means of their skin. His day was spent catching them from his spinning coracle, and his night spent skinning them in the curing-plant attic of his house. The skin itself somehow became thick enough for boot-soles which was half the battle for good solid walking. 

The lake that nearly surrounded his house seasonally teemed with bright narrow slants of light reflecting an internal threat of rain as an intrinsic part of the lake's body of water yet separate from it, close enough to the surface for Manny to harvest with his waterproof nets.  He called this phenomenon rainfish: as good a name as any.

 It was only when the slender silvery rainfish were thus caught that they began to blush either with pain or panic, gradually taking on the swollen redness that stayed permanently with what had by now become their bodies but only as long as they were smothered during that blushing or bloating period before they had the chance to fade or deflate. A skilful task of deft timing. Well targeted branding. Sensitive to their pain or panic at the various stages of smothering and branding while having to remain thick-skinned enough yourself not to worry about the extent of pain or panic that was being induced by such processes.

Manny was was the only experienced harvester of the rainfish. It was as if the  threat of rain created its own repellent, as it were. 

He once sold what rainfish skin he could not himself make into red wellington boots through lack of space  in his attic or through  lack of time to cure it into the required sealed units , yes, he once sold any such surplus to raincoat and rainhat and leggings manufacturers all over the land, but, by the time these manufacturers received their consignments, the redness and thickness had faded or depleted. Only by quickly making them into wellington boots would the redness as well as it thickness maintain colour or consistency. A mystery that not even Manny could solve. As if the skin understood something we didn't. 

Redness was not only the fashion in wellington boots but proof of their waterproofness. So when he sold the surplus no longer because nobody would now buy it, he just returned it to the lake once its redness and thickness depleted. Whole layers of old rainfish skin probably smothering fresh rainfish within the water itself, killing them before they could be killed properly by smothering them in the air.

And thus Manny's business was inadvertently  an end in itself. As Manny was an end in himself - eventually. So if you want a pair of Manny's red wellington boots, just look into the sky for the next threat of rain and you may see him up there smothering the clouds. His new sale of red wellington boots. Catch it if you can. 

And if the moment is ripe, if the dream is at its perfect pitch of belief and non-belief, if your mood is precisely balanced between the optimum synergy of worthy instruction and pointless entertainment, you may hold out your hands, if more in hope than faith, and harvest your own uniquely wonderful red wellingtons as they float down in increasingly heavier rates of falling - eventually to become a single defeathered pair of red rainbirds with your boot size cruelly branded upon them. Not only water-proof but proved by water. 

Friday, May 31, 2013

A Sale of Red Wellington Boots



Rupert stood by his stall, if a car boot could be called a stall. Well, the car had stalled several times on the way to this late riser site, and he had arrived after the last late riser of them all. Customers had come and gone before Rupert had arrived in his banger and opened his boot ... to reveal it seemed several pairs of red wellington boots that had fallen off a lorry ... literally.

The lorry had been backing up with relentless beeping noises that had woken the neighbourhood before breakfast. An aging population that had probably been up half the night with weak bladders or just tossing and turning, half-dreaming, half-sleeping, half-waking, half counting sheep. Anxiety in fifth gear at the slowest time of existence just before dawn. Only to be further disturbed by a reversing juggernaut in their cul de sac - and, when its engine gunned to a halt, the sound of an overload of floppy footwear hitting the concrete as the driver opened the back. Rather like rubber fish just released from a teeming net onto a slimy deck...

Rupert got up and peered through the window. Just right for a boot sale, he thought. He stroked his chin as he watched the lorry head out of God's waiting-room into the stream of traffic just beyond.  .

Rupert changed into his pyjamas to convince others, if not himself, that he had been fast asleep instead of fretting at the window all night waiting for the bad dream he'd always expected to arrive, should he not be on watch for it. He watched a seagull suddenly land on the pile of boots having mistaken them for zombie stumps.

It was then he spotted Mrs Beaver peering out of her bungalow door as she inspected the red wellingtons, that had spilled over into her front garden. Her late  husband was still in bed.

Rupert was determined that he would harvest the boots for a boot sale  before she did. If this were a proper dream, he felt himself lucky that he was unexpectedly not listening to the BBC World Service on his earphones, while half awake, listening to reports from Middle Eastern war zones as part of the nightmarish world of broken sleep. If this were not a dream at all, then how explain why it felt like one? Broken waking halfway to broken death.

Only in a waterlogged Hell did you need such boots. 

"How much?"

Rupert suddenly realised that someone had approached the boot of his car pointing to the red wellingtons.

"A pound a pair," he decided to say.

"Have you got my size?" asked the prospective customer.  A young man who had a small girl holding on to his hand. Well, a man younger than Rupert, at least.

"Try a pair on, if you like," offered Rupert, while bending as if to choose the likeliest to fit a grown man.

"I'll give you a fiver for the lot, without trying any on," the man suddenly said, as he put a hat on the girl. The sun was now high in the sky.

"A tenner and it's a deal," said Rupert. He'd had enough and wanted to cut his losses. There were a few in the pile that would fit the smallest of children, he knew. He would have no conscience about palming off the boots from his boot, even if they fitted nobody but fairy story giants. But selling was an art - and being sincere as well as feeling sincere was half the battle.

Mrs Beaver was already in the road collecting up the boots before Rupert had the chance to venture beyond his own bungalow door. He went back to bed. He wondered why she had a sun hat on so early in the morning. 

As he lay awake, he heard a helicopter in the sky. 

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

From my review HERE of Black Static #34

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…that’s tomorrow!

The King Of Love My Shepherd Is – Ilan Lerman

“‘It's what it was like for Edmund Hillary on top of Everest,’ I said.”

This story, for me, represents very powerfully what it was like to be a boy in a British Primary School in the 1950s, as I was. Not that every detail matches up to my experiences, but the essence is there. The separate playgrounds. Gender bemusement. The sense of God on High. The sense of the aftermath of the War as an immediacy. The Eagle comic. Gobstoppers. Bullying. My dad telling me to stand up for myself . Times Tables. Hymn-singing at Assembly. Nightmares, that come back from time to time even these days.
In this story there are insidious things going on – a mystifying dread of the interpenetration between the physical and the emotional, mingled with what I can only describe, now, resulting from my reading of Black Static today, as the Icarus feeling. Falling into Brueghel’s painted sea and hardly being noticed.
And peers and saints or gods that you trusted that should never have been trusted.
But there is also a sense here – from the mention of Everest and the Eagle – of soaring beyond this story’s ending. More than those hymns ever managed to do for me!
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Monday, May 13, 2013

A Threat of Rain

There was a threat of rain in the air, enough for me to plan my route close to the shopping area rather than using the more exposed -- but effectively shorter  -- maze of paths across country...as long as you didn't get lost, of course. Streets can have mazes, too, as well as woodland rights-of-way.

Indeed, both routes were prone to confusion, some shops changing overnight from busy to empty, rarely the other way, but, sometimes, one sort of shop turned completely into a different sort of shop and, at no time, was empty. The financial recession had brought more than just one way to do a moonlight flit or a roof over your head where someone could offer you a modicum of cash for a treasure trove of gold as well as a few minutes' shelter from the weather.

If the maze of country paths was correctly negotiated, one could be afforded a wickerwork of branches above you to sprinkle the promise of rain in directions of spray around you rather than directly upon you. A threat there, a promise here, depending where there or here were.

But woodland can have a depression, too, as well as streets of shops. I recently noticed a pawnbroker's sign hanging from a tree. No dreams there I thought when it vanished as quickly as I saw it. Or should I say no dreams FULFILLED? There are ALWAYS dreams.

Today, the threat of rain was particularly black-looking in a patch of sky towards the woodland maze, so I was glad I had chosen the street of shops to reach my destination. I could always nip into a charity shop should the threat spread over the urban sprawl where I was now walking. I would have to pretend that I was buying something while the deluge lasted, and I always found it useful to wear a T-shirt bearing the words NO DREAMS on the front of it. It seemed to deter other folk approaching me. Your guess is as good as mine why it should have that effect. In fact, by wearing that T-Shirt, it seemed I could get away with murder, or at least shop lifting, without anyone noticing, or SHOWING that they noticed.

Shop lifting seemed a very positive thing for anyone to do. Lifting shops' spirits, that is. Most shops looked glum these days. Or empty.

I laughed as I imagined a shop suddenly smiling, or just the mannequins in the window, once fashionably stern or trussed by jockstrap holsters, now actually laughing at the window-shoppers outside......

I was interrupted from my day-dreaming by the onset of large splashes of rain upon my bare head. I looked down at my T-Shirt which -- if the so-called cloudburst wasn't just another abortive squirt -- would no doubt soon be a sodden T-Shirt. Still, nobody will look at me. Or if they do, they will look right through me, sexy wet T-Shirt or not.

Nobody could even dream of nice figures, these days.  Nor turn good looks into cash. Nor face lifting into a business plan.

Above one visibly bristling horizon, the clouds hung heavy, hung low, hung ripe and pendulous. Nobody really could see the wood for the trees any more. No green shoots for any lost souls who took to the woods.  And those who stayed behind just dodged the crossfire and the cheapshot shops.

With my T-Shirt still clinging, I gazed pleadingly into the sky for the gift token of a hope from all those hopes that I knew existed without hopers hoping them. 

Maybe someone else is hoping on our behalf ... up there beyond the labyrinth of clouds. 

And for hope, please read dream. There is ALWAYS one dream left in even the deepest and longest and darkest sleep.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

Waiting for the No 6 to Old Heath Road

Today, I visited St Botolph’s Priory, Colchester, Essex:
 

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From my real-time review of THE INMATES by John Cowper Powys: inmates10inmates9 inmates8inmates11

11. Hither and Thither "Seth's own long thin greyish face wore the intense expression, undisturbed by any need for action, which some spell-bound onlooker might have worn in a religious picture by El Greco." Following John's 'busy' night, he wakes to the "prae-dawn light" (sic) with thoughts of a "cosmogonic blunder" and "two half-forgotten dreams" (was one of them a dream of Professor Zoom of the College of Doom?), he proceeds to meet other characters in the place like four cows, their milkers Nancy Yew and Seth, Twin Thither and more, including someone called PANTAMOUNT whom I sense will become an important character like Mynheer Peeperkorn did, late in the plot of the sanatorium in Mann's 'The Magic Mountain'... and towards the end of this chapter, John is involved in a Socratic-type Dialogue with Mr. Lordy regarding love and hate, much like those dialogues Castorp has with Settembrini and Naphta in that Mann book...

Some telling quotes from the whole chapter...

"As he woke to consciousness this pallid light struck John Hush as if it had been a fifth element, as different from air and water as these are different from earth and fire."

"...and a strong desire to get Tenna and himself, together with as many of the other inmates and dogs as were still redeemable, out of the hands of Doctor Echetus."

"But one thing's clear! I mustn't think of girls' curls, even if such thoughts are, as I daresay they may be, a legitimate enticement of Nature. Tenna's my sweetheart, and I won't mix her up with my manias!"

"...John's first taste of the copious helping of scrambled eggs which was now on his plate, in spite of all the pepper with which he had freely sprinkled it, carried with it a perceptible smack of disinfectant."

"Putting down his knife and using his fork like a spoon, in the American manner, and pushing to the side of his plate with the extreme tip of his longest finger, as if it were a piece of carpet upon which a corpse had been lying, the square of toast upon which the scrambled egg had been placed, Mr. Lordy drained his teacup to the bottom..."

"I feel that the souls of original writers -- for the more original a writer is, the more powerful is the pressure of his projected soul -- are real presences that have their dwelling inside the printed pages of the author's books;..."

Saturday, May 04, 2013

Professor Zoom of the College of Doom

From my review of THE INMATES by John Cowper Powys: HERE inmates6

10. The Zeit-Geist

..and a middle-aged man in blue-and-white pyjamas waddled along the floor towards him, advancing on his haunches and his heels with his arms working like barge-poles, as if he were trying to imitate the motion of the circular man-woman of the Platonic symposium.”

Another remarkable chapter, and you really need to read this book to see exactly how remarkable. There is no way, I feel, that you can pre-imagine its remarkability. You may obtain a possible clue from the same author’s massive ‘The Glastonbury Romance’, but only a clue. This book is not so much mind-changing as maddening.

John returns to his room at night and speculates upon the four horizons of the view from his barred window as then factored into by the Rembrandt painting on the wall wherein its Jesus now looks like Mr. Lordy. This speculation leads to thoughts on how the world’s ‘normal people’ – as opposed to, say, the ‘inmates’ of Glint Hall – maintain their ‘mental balance’ by their (mainly unconscious) dependence on the points of the compass. There is now much ‘business’ with the knobs of his bed and the knob on one of his drawers, and the entropy of ‘inanimate’ objects, and ‘inanimate inmates’ – and I sense, later in this book, due to become ‘intimate’ or, as the above quote says, ‘imitated’! —

Well, all that is as nothing when compared to the entrance around the opening doorframe of a finger, a scene that is genuinely terrifying and reminds me of ‘The Beast with Five Fingers’ by W.F. Harvey – and this is related by John explicitly to the Michaelangelo finger, rather than to the finger mentioned earlier in the Leonardo da Vinci ‘Virgin of the Rocks’.
This finger (sorry about the spoiler!) turns out to belong to another patient who wants to have a chat* with John and who calls himself, during the night, it seems, if not during the day, The Marquis of the Fourth Dimension or Professor Zoom of the College of Doom…

“Hail, mender of mendicants !
Hail, furbisher of fetishes !
Hail, tailor of totems !
Hail, mortiser of mascots !”


*This reminds me of Mr Bannard in Aickman’s ‘The Hospice’ and the goings-on surrounding a benighted Lucas Maybury – and in fact we are here in ‘The Inmates’ given this passage: “They’re all right in the day. It’s in the night that the thoughts and dreams of the sleepers come out of their rooms and shuffle about, and shiver, and squeak and gibber.”

Thursday, May 02, 2013

The Luggage-Train Heart

“‘I believe I’ve had a nightmare!’ he told himself, as he lay staring into the darkness with his fingers trembling and his forehead sweating, while his whole soul jerked itself back in spasms of relief to a shaken but normal consciousness. ‘It’s some weakness in my heart, of course,’ he thought, and he repeated several times over: ‘But the heart’s nothing; the heart’s nothing.’ And while he repeated these reassuring words he did his best not to think of a monstrous, heavily moving luggage-train that had got mixed up in some way with an appalling mass of darkness pressing in upon him from every side. ‘I mustn’t think of it,’ he told himself. ‘I mustn’t think of it.’
And although this ‘mustn’t think’ was quite as definitely concerned with the intolerable weight of darkness around him as was his ‘nothing’ with the pounding of his heart over the luggage-train, it was attended by much more serious apprehensions. And this was proved by the fact that each time he told himself he ‘mustn’t think’ of the darkness, his whole power of mind hovered on the edge of a panic-stricken sensation that made him draw back in terror from the black darkness around him and mentally try to push it away with both his hands.”

-- from THE INMATES (1952) by John Cowper Powys


My review of this book: HERE