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Door Porn

door of books For anyone with a door fetish the Fuckyeahdoorporn site is bliss.

‘You’re full of secrets aren’t you – like what’s behind all those doors in your entrance?’
‘Zoos, gardens, an infernal limbo and time-traps, mostly. And now that you know, I will probably have to kill you.’ Although he said that, and could have done it with the greatest of ease, Devilskein was not yet ready to kill Erin. And surprisingly, too, he was enjoying her company. For although he was an esteemed Companyman, company, for him, was in fact a rarity. And perhaps it was needed.
‘That’s too bad,’ said Erin, oblivious of the immeasurable power of the Companyman sitting across the table from her. ‘Can I go inside one of them and see? I used to have a huge garden where I lived before and now there is nothing but concrete, tar, shops and nightclubs. It’s sordid.’ Her feet dangled.On that grand and imperious chair, her legs were not long enough to reach the floor.
Devilskein frowned, floored – and amused – by her lack of trepidation. What could it harm to let her see?, he thought. …. Now that Devilskein had pinpointed the whereabouts of her soulmate, the boy in the corridor she called Kelwyn, the grumpy girl was not much longer for this earth. ‘Go in at your own risk, if you dare, but there is nothing at all to see, unless you happen …’ His voice trailed off.
With half a scone in her hand, Erin hadstood up and wandered back into the gloomy entrance where the claustrophobia of shoebox towers continued. She chose to open the third door; it was yellow. As Devilskein had said, there was not much to see but six more doors in an empty chamber.
‘Clearly this is not a zoo, nor a garden,’ she said. In the centre of the room the marble tiles made a circular pattern. ‘So it must be a time trap. And where do those other doors go? And what is that sound?’
From ‘Devilskein & Dearlove’, which is all about doors too! And will be in bookshops in SA from 1 July

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Short Story Day Africa Interview with Nerine Dorman, Nick Mulgrew & Cat Hellisen

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Happy short story day, Africa! A while back I did a series on the formative reading experiences of African authors for the Little Hands Trust. And as a result I got an email from Rachel Zadok one of the driving forces behind the brilliant Short Story Day Africa competition and anthology. In her email, Rachel asked if I would curate a blog roll for this years SSDA Interview using those formative reading questions. In a blur of novel edits, student assignments, and toddler related sleep deprivation, I eagerly responded that I’d love to curate the blog roll. It sounded like a good thing, didn’t mention that I didn’t have a clue what that meant and I hoped that by the time Short Story Day Africa arrived, I would be more in the picture.

Well, in a flurry of tweets, the day has arrived. Hooray! I’m not sure sure I’ve been a good curator of the blog roll, because I’m shoddy at Twitter, I don’t Reply and Retweet as I should, but it was great this morning to see many of the authors who originally answered the Formative Reading Experiences questions on the Twenty in 20 longlist, including:

Henrietta Rose-Ines – read about Henrietta’s formative reading experiences here
Cynthia Jele – read about Cynthia’s formative reading experiences here
Sarah Lotz – read about Sarah’s formative reading experiences here
Diane Awerbuck – read more about Diane’s formative reading experiences here.
Alistair Morgan – read about Alistair’s formative reading experiences here
Sindiwe Magona - read about Sindiwe’s formative reading experiences here
Lisl Jobson – read about Lisl’s formative reading experiences here
Zukiswa Wanner – read about Zukiswa’s formative reading experiences here
Arja Salafranca - read about Arja’s formative reading experiences here
Gabeba Baderoon – read about Gabeba’s formative reading experiences here

Also on the Twenty in 20 longlist is Nick Mulgrew, who is one of the authors who completed and Tweeted his formative reading experiences for the SSDA Interview earlier in the week. Nick answered the questions as follows:

1) What is your earliest memory of books and reading?

I can’t remember, and I suppose that’s because books, while not exactly abundant, were very much present in my house – something that I know now, as an adult, is a tremendous luxury for any South African. I suppose what helped me first and foremost in one day giving me the option to choose writing as a career was that I had ready access to books. They were always just part of my life. There is no beginning. Every child should have that.*

2) As a small child, what book/s were your favourite?

By all accounts, I was a very early reader, and I remember my Grade 1 or 2 teacher giving me copies of Roald Dahl books – James and the Giant Peach, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, etc. – to read when I had motored through the bookshelves of our classroom. Knowing me, I probably only pretended to read a lot of the books we had in class – either way, I loved Roald Dahl and devoured every single one of his books for children.

Later, in my tweenage years, I remember loving this awful crime-fiction book called Don’t Look Behind You by Lois Duncan. I was so lazy (read: obsessed with Pokémon and Magic: the Gathering) at that time that I must have used the book for no less than three consecutive English book reviews for different teachers.

3) Where did you grow up? Do you have a particular memory of a library, bookshop or other place of books in your hometown?

I grew up in Glenashley, a suburb of Durban that’s groggy and slow-paced, even by Durban’s groggy and slow-paced standards. I was a fortunate kid in that there was a satisfyingly muggy and sun-damaged library just a few hundred metres from all the different houses we moved between when I was a child.

I used to go to the library with my mother quite often. I suppose I must have read a lot of books from there, but my overwhelming memory is it was the kind of library in which nothing looked exciting: many of the books looked like they were donated when the library was built, which I’m going to guess was sometime in the 1960s, and I remember just not reading a lot of the books I took out.

What interested children in the sixties in white suburban South Africa was very different to what I found interesting as a white suburban child in the nineties. I liked computers. I liked modern fantasy – and I don’t even think the library had a copy of The Hobbit! I had to borrow that one from my friends.

For all the faults of the municipal library, my senior primary school library was great. They had a full set of Animorphs and Goosebumps books. What more could you want?

Both experiences have taught me that children don’t just need access to books, they need relevant books, too.

4) As an adult, in the role of parent or caregiver, what has been your experience of reading with children?

I’m not a parent, and I haven’t been in the position of looking after children much in my short adulthood thus far, but something I do know is that children need books. My God do they need books. And if things carry on in this country like they are right now, it’s no exaggeration to say that most children in South Africa will never own their own book. (Click that link for a brilliant blog post by my old boss, Arthur Attwell, who breaks down the reasons behind this.)

It’s a tragedy, an indictment not only of the dehumanising monolith that was the apartheid state, but also of our collective inaction today; our non-attempts at making sure more children have more books, and recognising how awful this is for everyone in our country.

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*Book Dash is a project that wants to flood South Africa with free, high quality children’s books, created by talented volunteers. Volunteer your time and get involved here.

ja11 Brilliant Nerine Dorman also replied to the Formative Reading questions this week:

What is your earliest memory of books and reading?

The house where I grew up was filled with books, and one of my earliest memories involves pulling books down from the shelves and being frustrated because I couldn’t read the stories. The whole idea that someone might have the wherewithal to sit down and write an *entire* book seemed magical to me. I couldn’t wait to read, and was able to do do so from a young age – I was way ahead of my peers in that regard.

By the time I was 12, I’d read through The Lord of the Rings in its entirety, and I was completely smitten. I knew then that one day I wanted to write my own stories, in my own made-up worlds.

Second only to that was my voracious reading habit, of up to a book every two days, which meant I was constantly at the library. Wherever I went, I’d lug at least one or two books around with me. I also managed to avoid getting invited to all future family weddings, because I once took a book into the reception after the ceremony. What can I say? I was bored and books were (and still are) far better company than people. And I was never invited to family functions with *that* side of the family ever again. Achievement unlocked!

As a small child, what book/s were your favourites?

I absolutely adored my Story Teller tapes and listened to them until they were stretched. My favourite story was about Gobbolino the Witch’s Cat by Ursula Moray Williams, that was one of the stories that had been adapted for the Story Teller format, but I remember crying my eyes out at the Oscar Wilde stories about The Selfish Giant and The Happy Prince. Looking back now, I realise what a treasure trove this collection was, because it instilled a love for storycraft and introduced me to a wide selection of tales from around the world.

But I loved The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, and CS Lewis’s Narnia books also captivated me. Charlotte’s Web by EB White was another favourite, but I also obsessively read anthologies of animal stories, especially if they had to do with cats.

Where did you grow up? Do you have a particular memory of a library, bookshop or other place of books in your hometown?

I grew up in the seaside fishing village of Hout Bay in the Cape Peninsula. Back then we were an isolated community. My family used to farm there, and I suspect I was of the last of the locals to eventually leave once the valley became fully yuppiefied. Nowadays Hout Bay is nothing like it used to be, which makes me sad. My mom used to teach at Kronendal Primary School and I’d have to hang out there and wait for her to finish. Bored out of my mind at the age of six, I started volunteering at the local library – just packing away the children’s books or sitting in a corner hunched over a book paging through pictures. Consequently, I’d spend large chunks of my time at the library, a place that was often a sanctuary for me, as I was often bullied by the “cool” kids.

Even during high school, I often spent more time in the library at Wynberg Girls’ High School than I did hanging out with my peers. I’d while away hours paging through old copies of National Geographic or even the high school journals. Even now, I’m able to digest facts at a glance and often surprise myself with some of the bizarre stuff I remember. Books are time capsules too, and offer fascinating glimpses into the past or possible futures.

I miss the time I had as a kid to just get lost between the shelves. When you’re young, you really live under the illusion that your time is limitless, and when I stepped into the pages of books, I always returned with the sense that I could go out and do anything.

As an adult, in the role of parent or caregiver, what has been your experience with children?

I don’t have children, but when young ones visit my home, I always go find a pile of books for them to look at. Some kids are like me when I was that age, and we don’t hear a peep from them for the entire time that their parents are visiting. I like those kids, and I get what they’re experiencing when they get lost in those books. And they’ll definitely be invited over again. If they’re reading, it means they’re willing to discover new worlds.

And as an aside, all these questions relate to my most recent release, The Guardian’s Wyrd, which is exactly about a kid who loves libraries a little too much… (But he’s no Bastian Balthazar Bux)

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Very talented Cat Hellisen also responded to the questions this week, saying:

1 – What is your earliest memory of books and reading?

There are three things:

1) Lying on the floor for hours going through my Story Tellers over and over again.

2) My mom having to fight with the school librarian to allow me to take books out of the big kids’ section.

3) A huge fat book of illustrated nursery rhymes that I basically dragged with me everywhere.

2 – As a small child, what book/s were your favourite?

I was hugely into talking animal books, like Colin Dann’s Animals of Farthing Wood books, and from there I came to fantasy and got really into Diana Wynne Jones. Her book Dogsbody was probably *the* book that made me a writer, and a writer of the fantastic and strange.

3 – Where did you grow up? Do you have a particular memory of a library, bookshop or other place of books in your hometown?

I started off in Cape Town, then was dragged across country on a train and ended up in Joburg, where I spent the rest of my childhood. I hung out at my local library a lot – I was reading six books a day. In the end they gave me a job as a library page, purely I think because I was always there and they didn’t know how to get rid of me.

4 – As an adult, in the role of parent or caregiver, what has been your experience of reading with children?

I confess I hate reading aloud. I read pretty fast and reading aloud means slowing down and well…slowing down. I can find it rather frustrating. I made sure my kids could read as soon as possible so I didn’t have to read to them. They’re both massive readers so it doesn’t seem to have hurt them.

Thank you Cat, Nerine and Nick for taking time to answer the questions.

Chaos & Devilskein

Finding Devilskein Today, Elias and I went to cafe Neo to meet lovely Beth and Fourie from Umuzi who brought us a present all wrapped in elegant black tied together with a smart red stripy grosgrain bow. Inside, were my first copies of ‘Devilskein&Dearlove’. It is a most handsome book and I hope people will enjoy reading it. We had cappuccinos and baby-cinos, the later’s froth was laced with seemingly innocent flakes of chocolate. Dear Elias was delighted. He grinned at Fourie as he lapped up the chocolate froth and then turned into a tornado. I’m sure Beth has never had an author or author’s affiliate hurl a salt shaker at her before. Ah well, always a first time and Beth was extremely good humoured about it! And then we hid the pepper and all other shakers in the vicinity because Elias was keen to repeat the trick. Overall it was a happy meeting in spite of and even because of the wildling at the table.

Unveiled in London this week: Devilskein&Dearlove’s utterly awesome book trailer

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The New Yorker calls book trailers an ‘awkward art’, but (and of course I’m unashamedly biased) I think Devilskein&Dearlove‘s book trailer is utterly brilliant. It was unveiled for the first time at the Misty Moon gallery in London, where Arachne Press, my UK publisher, was celebrating their recent win at the Saboteur Awards (more on that soon).

Devilskein&Dearlove will be published in SA by Penguin Random House/Umzui and is out in July. On Friday I’m having tea and scones with Fourie and Beth from Umuzi to see and hold the book for the first time.

Secret Gardens of Cape Town #13 West Coast Fossil Park

This a garden of bones rather than a park of green lawn and quaint blossoms. Once it would have been a lush, subtropical, riverine jungle, buzzing with insects and teaming with fearsome beasts. Offshore in the sea nearby, lurked the creature with the most savage bite in the history of living organisms, he who could swallow a car, or crunch a bus in two with his triple row of seven-inch-long teeth, he who is known as the ‘largest apex predator that has ever walked, swam or crawled on Planet Earth’. Carcharadon megalodon. He who went extinct 3 million years ago. Today this garden, this West Coast Fossil Park, is barren, windswept, blazing in summer, icy in winter and the white igloo covering ‘the dig’ looks like something from an alien encounter movie. Museums are one thing, but seeing a real site of archaeological discoveries is something quite different – against all odds, there lie the teeth and bones of dinosaurs, African bears, sabre-toothed cats and Megalodons, saved by time and petrification for us to wonder at. Elias, did not feel inclined to wonder, he is too young to bother with huge expanses of existence and old bones – he like the archaeological tools and the buckets, the ramps, the hose, the trays full of stones (well we thought they were pebbles, but in fact they were chips of ancient bones turned to stone). Toddlers definitely live in the present. He liked the wooden rocking horse. He liked going on Andrew’s shoulders. He liked feeding fish to the cafe cat and eating chips at the lagoon-front establishment we went to in Langebaan after the Fossil park. He liked picking up crab carapaces on the beach. I liked holding a seven inch Megalodon’s tooth in my hand in the laboratory at the fossil park. It is not beautiful this garden, it is not glamorous, it is not a cheery theme park, it is dry, eerie and breathtaking. And it is a slightly disturbing encounter with the fragility of life; how dare I hold megalodon’s tooth in my hand, it almost feels disrespectful.

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Secret Gardens of Cape Town #12: Die Oog Bird Sanctuary

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I spy with my little eye, something beginning with ‘C’. Coot! I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘D’. Dabchick! I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘E’, Egret! Die Oog is a little Eden, a modest sanctuary, a happy place for birds, leopard toads, helmeted terrapins and children. And in addition to its wealth of wild fauna and flora, it has a surprisingly rich history – this is no mere duck pond; it’s an ancient spring called ‘The Eye’ by the Dutch. And gathering snippets of its history led me to imagine how extraordinary it must be to be given land, say from the almond hedge on the top of Wynberg Hill to Muizenberg. So it was for Mauritian-born Simon van der Stel, whose grandmother was a freed slave, and who was ambitious and visionary and who created Stellenbosch and the farm of Groot Constantia. After Simon van der Stel died the Groot Constantia farm was subdivided, and one third became Bergvliet Farm. 250 years ago a dam was built around ‘Die Oog’ to supply the Bergvliet Farm with water. I was astonished to discover too that after World War 2, the Bergvliet farm was made into a residential suburb for returning servicemen. From an architectural point of view, apart from the old manor house, Bergvliet is one of Cape Town’s less beautiful suburbs, however, ‘Die Oog’ is a sheer delight. On a warm afternoon, a perfect place to take a picnic and children and on a blustery day like today, an excellent spot to take in some fresh air between showers – of course with a flask of tea or coffee to fend off the chill. It’s a bit tricky to find though, so keep the map provided on the web page handy when you go Dabchick spotting.

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Devilskein&Dearlove is due to be published by Random House Umuzi in SA and Arachne press in the UK in July 2014. It is a ‘Secret Garden’ for the 21st century, set in Long Street Cape Town. Perfect for precocious readers from the age of 12 and up!

Indie Publishers Rock

Alex & Son (1)When it comes to publishing, most authors dream of glittering prizes, bidding wars and six figure book deals with one of the ‘BIG 5′ (Random House Penguin, HarperCollins, Simon & Schuster, Hachette and Macmillan), but having recently witnessed the process, seeing what happens when a writer becomes an author with a major book deal, it is clear that big deals don’t come without a price, there’s a bit of a Faustian element to becoming an expensive acquisition, and perhaps all the hype (and what it takes to make it) is not what a gregarious loner (typical personality of a writer, apparently) really wants in his or her life.

But there is life beyond the Big 5 powerhouses of consolidation, and some say this has become a new golden age of Indie publishing. Indie Publishers, like Indie Record Labels, are willing to take risks on unknowns and novels that don’t quite fit any obvious marketing brief.

‘Devilskein & Dearlove’ was fortunate to find it’s way into the hands of brilliant, Cherry Potts, a UK based author, story teller and Indie Publisher, whose
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is set to publish the novel in July 2014. Working with Cherry has been a writer’s dream, her genius and passion for all aspects of making a novel into a book with an audience, is inspiring. From cover design to marketing, ‘Devilskein & Dearlove’ has been lovingly tended to and cared for, and what’s more Cherry has involved me every step of the way. At the moment, I’m simply gobsmacked by the developing animated trailer for the book – Cherry wrote a script, and together with musicians and four actors, created a brilliant mood video, which an artist is now turning into action stills. devilskeinfrontVia Dropbox, I keep getting new seconds of the trailer to view and they are breathtaking. The wonderful thing is (thanks to technology) being so close to the action and having a say in what happens as it all unfolds. So for richer or poorer, I say, Indie publishers rock. And actually this whole blog came about because Cherry has involved me in a blog hop for which I need to answer some questions, as follows:

What am I working on?

Always more than one thing at a time and at the moment it’s a short story and two novels. The story is inspired by a session of photographing doors in Long Street for my novel soon to be published, ‘Devilskein & Dearlove’. One of the novels is a YA set in Miami and called ‘My Little Demon’ – it has become too dark for my present state of mind, it’s a completed draft, but I don’t like it anymore. And I’ve started a new novel, which I’m excited about, it involves something dear to baby Elias’s heart: Dinosaurs. We visit the Natural History Museum every couple of weeks and he is utterly smitten with the displays of dinosaurs ripping flesh off each other! Since my travels have been limited of late and since I am always inspired by my travels, my inspiration now comes from the local explorations I do with Elias as he discovers the universe, hence dinosaurs.

How does my work differ from others in its genre?

I suppose work differs from writer to writer because of each writer’s unique perspective on the world. By nature I’m an optimist, but not an idealist. Having grown up in South Africa, so within an oppressive (in the past) and still fairly violent context, my work contains elements of injustice, oppression, loss and violence, and very often, ways of escaping these – in my writing these ways usually turn out to be fantastical, surreal or magic real. I’ve spent a great deal of time in China, Thailand, the UK and traveled widely in other parts, so another aspect of my work is multiculturalism and strong sense of place.

Why do I write what I do?

Perhaps out of curiosity? I like to explore.I suppose writing is the ultimate escape, the ultimate medium of exploration – it might be exploring a place, an idea, a concept, a type of character, even exploring alternative ways of dealing with something like loss or oppression.

How does my writing process work?

Since my son Elias was born, every aspect of my life has changed including my writing process. I used to write at least seven hours a day and now that is impossible. There is no process now, I just do the best I can. I’m typing these answers in my car on my laptop while Elias dozes before we go into the Library. If he sleeps longer I’ll do some work on the short story. Oh, maybe all that’s just an excuse, I’ve always been haphazard in my approach (‘process’) to making stories, chaotic even messy, like my desk, I just had more time to sort of the chaos than I do now. So thank goodness for brilliant editors!

And next I’m handing the blog hopping baton over to two other simply brilliant women,
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Multi-award-winning author S.A. Partridge, most recently shortlisted for the MER prize for Sharp Edges and
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multi-lingual literary critic with acclaimed debut novel, Invisibile Others, Karina Magdelina Szczurek

Fictional Scones with Jam and Cream

devilskein teacupIce cubes, bought, not made. It used to be that all I kept in my fridge were these ice blocks and frozen bread (it was only there because I didn’t eat it). I never thought the day would come when I would have a favourite scone recipe. Who to blame? The scones. Because they are perfect and delicious. Especially with honey or cherry jam and thick cream, lots and lots of it … sorry my heart.
I had untold trouble trying to make scones like scones I actually wanted to eat and not murderous lop-sided, jaw-breaking bread balls.

Anyway, those many disasters are all past history, here is my secret weapon:

250g cake flour (double sieved!)
3 teaspoon baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
125g butter (kept in freezer and then grated – this is the key)
200ml milk (full cream!)
1 free-range egg
Pre-heat oven to 220 c.
Double sieve the dry ingredients into a bowl. Grate frozen butter into the mixture, gently tossing it through until you get big crumbles.
Whisk egg into the milk and tip into the dry ingredients. Combine quickly and LIGHTLY. The mixture must be bitty and rough.Dollop spoons into silicone baking cups on a flat baking tray. Brush with egg (oh so you need another one beaten). BAKE IMMEDIATELY. For 12-15 minutes then turn out onto a wire rack.
Eat them with lashings of jam or honey and cream.

If baking scones bores you, but you enjoy them with tea, in terms of local scone offerings I’d rate the best scones in Cape Town as coming from 1) Kirstenbosch 2) Mount Nelson 3) Groot Constantia and 4) The Hillcrest Berry orchard. I haven’t found other scones worth eating. Please let me know if there are any. And in case I ever am in other towns around the globe, if you happen to be reading this in some other realm and feel inclined, please tell me where I should go to get the very best scones and tea where you are…

And why on earth scones, now and here? Well they feature quite prominently in ‘Devilskein & Dearlove’, served always with tea, naturally. The artwork above is an early draft of the UK Cover, by utterly brilliant artist, illustrator and writer, Ed Boxall.

‘I baked us scones,’ said Erin.
‘You’re late,’ said Devilskein, grumpily, from within. ‘It’s ten past six.’
The door was open, so Erin followed the poodle into the flat. Devilskein closed the front door behind them and all sounds of the life in the street below vanished.
Kelwyn was left lingering at the far end of the passage. His stomach grumbled; those scones really had smelled good.
‘Sorry, I’m late,’ said Erin, looking about her, wondering what lay beyond the six coloured doors.
‘To the kitchen, child.’ Devilskein shooed her out of the murky vestibule. ‘And just because you have scones, don’t expect obsequious niceties. If they taste awful, I won’t eat them out of kindness; don’t expect any of that.’

Devilskein&Dearlove is due to be published by Random House Umuzi in SA and Arachne press in the UK in July 2014. It is a ‘Secret Garden’ for the 21st century, set in Long Street Cape Town. Perfect for precocious readers from the age of 12 and up!

Secret Gardens of Cape Town # 11 Simonstown ‘Garden of Remembrance’

It is not grand or great, but it is profoundly moving. This small terraced garden overlooking the harbour in historic Simonstown is one of those places that actually feels spiritual and genuinely thought provoking. Andrew, Elias and I visited one Sunday. After a morning at the tidal pool in Kalk Bay, Elias had fallen asleep, so Andrew carried him up the stairway past the church of Saints Simon and Jude to the Garden of Remembrance, while I photographed succulents and memorial stones. I found a poem about this garden in none other than Helen Moffett’s anthology of South African landscapes ‘Lovely Beyond Any Singing’. The poet, Sandra Meyer speaks of ‘the burr of narcotic doves in pungent pines’ and ‘an African sky of squeaking blue and a hooting holiday jumpy sea’.

Garden of Remembrance

Devilskein&Dearlove is due to be published by Random House Umuzi in SA and Arachne press in the UK in July 2014. It is a ‘Secret Garden’ for the 21st century, set in Long Street Cape Town. Perfect for precocious readers from the age of 12 and up!

Long Street Doors Poster #1

In Istanbul, at my request, my true love liberated an experimental-film festival poster off a wall opposite a bar in cobbled courtyard. It was a view a hundred windows. I like windows. He rolled it up and carried all those windows all day in his backpack and then all the way home to Africa. Now I’m looking at them, spread out on my kitchen table as I type and eat toast and drink tea (of course). I like doors too. The Turkish playwright, Mehmet Murat Ilidan wrote that: “Life is a house with millions of doors. Here is a good strategy of life: Open the doors, open as much as you can, open as much as possible, open the doors!” Devilskein & Dearlove is all about doors and since it is set in Long Street, I have begun a collection of ‘Long Street Doors’. This is the first poster.

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Devilskein&Dearlove is due to be published by Random House Umuzi in SA and Arachne press in the UK in July 2014. It is a ‘Secret Garden’ for the 21st century, set in Long Street Cape Town. Perfect for precocious readers from the age of 12 and up!