An excerpt from the novel called Kidnapping Douglas Adams - a kind of homage: Tralfamadore is not so much planet as spectacle. Its whole landscape has become, indeed, the universe’s zoo; where planet begins and zoo entertainment ends cannot be unravelled. The place where Felix had put them down (un-intercepted, much to Douglas’s surprise) was … Continue reading The zoo speaks
Not a political thing; then again, maybe it is…
Speaking of things climatic should soothe us into the realms of the non political; that of course is not so. I wonder if any of Mr. Trump's people - or the mannikin himself - is aware of NASA's perspective on climate change; just another expert agency one can safely ignore, I guess. I know that our … Continue reading Not a political thing; then again, maybe it is…
A lovely writer
I'm reading Peter Carey's His illegal self; the back cover blurb put me in mind of Bliss, my favourite of his novels. I have been mightily impressed (again) with his transitions: slick, poetic, expedient. Look at this one, paragraph 3 of chapter one, it follows 2 paragraphs of context and background on the boy (who is one … Continue reading A lovely writer
On Nature deficit disorder
Relph (2011) argues that 'the deepest sense of place seems to be associated with being at home, being somewhere you know and are known by others, where you are familiar with the landscape and daily routines and feel responsible for how well your place works[1].' I cannot claim to be responsible for how this place … Continue reading On Nature deficit disorder
A deep sense of place
Extracts from an essay Let me pose a simple yet stubborn question of what you need to imagine are your last days. Suppose that Death — which nearly had you — has let go for a time; a remission which gives you, let's say, a week's grace. Maybe two. You are spry and full of … Continue reading A deep sense of place
And now for something… different
Forgive the abridged theft from Monty Python... Lazy titling while on a mobile phone to blame. I've just read an interesting and affirmative piece in the New Yorker, entitled Citizen Khan, which prompted this response from me. "As a non-American I took much from this story; it reminded me of what has always been the great … Continue reading And now for something… different
Trafficville – full draft written; time to let it sit
Finished first full draft of Trafficville- dystopian cyberpunk fiction re gaming, social media and so on; it is 24,600 words, give or take. Probably merde - I'll follow Mr. Hemingway's advice and let it sit in my cyber kitchen drawer for a couple of weeks before I have another look. The final chapter reads: Chapter … Continue reading Trafficville – full draft written; time to let it sit
Trafficville ~ USA: players and played
Trafficville posits a world - a game space - of shifting possibilities; an ambiguous merging of real and not-real. A series of questions, really: Who is played and who is player? Who is in control: of themselves, of others, of place and time? Should someone be in control? Who accepts the blame should things go wrong? Is … Continue reading Trafficville ~ USA: players and played
A wee bit more from Trafficville…
Part II - Release Beta release - you're playing Chapter ~ A Sort of Good Day It was a Saturday morning and Norman Mene rode his bicycle past Mr Verdure’s greengrocery. It was exactly the sort of bicycle you’d expect a nerd to have, right down to it being a girl’s bike with a basket set atop … Continue reading A wee bit more from Trafficville…
Having fun with satire…
We all whirled into the space within his eye's iris... And we're all playing.


