Thursday, 22 December 2016
Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them, Sully: Miracle on the Hudson and Passengers
Despite all the hype, I was rather disappointed with Fantastic Beasts. It seemed to me Ghost-busters meets Harry Potter. There was just nothing original about chasing fantasy creatures around New York. The story and the screenplay left a lot to be desired, sorry JK. Stick to writing books. And Eddie Redmayne, well. He didn't seem to hit the right pitch for his character. That reticent whispering was at times unintelligible which meant I didn't catch all he was saying.
However, it was great to see Alison Sudol. I have been a big fan of A Fine Frenzy for a long time but her strong performance means her music will probably take a back seat, which is a shame. But then I hear she has made a new album. Playing opposite her, Dan Fogler was very good. Director David Yates did his best with the flimsy plot and the costumes and sets were outstanding. But the only chuckles came from some of the antics of the beats. So reasonable fun, but not for me.
I was very impressed by Sully. The way the movie was constructed was remarkable. Thanks to director Clint Eastwood, what could have been a ten minute wonder turned out to be a captivating and perfectly timed hour and a half. Of course, there was no-one else who could have played Sully except for Tom Hanks and he was excellent. Tense and highly enjoyable.
I went to see Passengers on the first day it opened and had not read a single review. As it turned out, I was more positive about the movie than most of the critics. A decent enough story, given the limitations of the plot setting, and an acceptable, if a little too serious, screenplay. Thank goodness for the performance of Michael Sheen as the android bar tender. His lines may have not been that witty, (and we certainly could have done with more) but his delivery certainly was. I would give him the Oscar for best supporting actor just because he elevated the script way beyond what it deserved.
Jennifer Lawrence is always worth watching but the film suffered badly from an amazingly dull Chris Pratt. The lack of chemistry with his co-star was all his fault. A better choice of actor in his role, and I'm certain that the film would have been better received.
Monday, 19 December 2016
The American Lover, The Heart Goes Last and Unfaithfully Yours
I rarely read a book of short stories, but this collection from Rose Tremain was not to be missed. Some had been published previously in various journals, I liked "The Jester of Astapovo" from 2009 and "21st Century Juliet" from 2007. The four new stories are all good, but "The Housekeeper" and "Lucy and Gaston" are exceptional. Rose Tremain is such a great writer.
A sizzling delicious novel, Margaret Atwood at her best. The Heart Goes Last is far better concoction that her other four futuristic books, in fact possibly the best of all of her novels that I have read. Her writing is that modern, fearless, darkly comic, almost slangy prose that I love, one word sentences and all. How does she write in the third person and make it feel as if that character is talking to us?
Her imaginings of this particular (near?) future is more like a parallel universe. Almost farcical at times, the pace is hot as we follow Charmaine and Stan on a surreal and thrilling adventure. I was so disappointed when it ended, but not with the ending.
Unfaithfully Yours was the funniest book I have read for ages. Nigel Williams' humour is just the kind I love. "I am writing this in my living room, Mrs Price and the man next door seems to be trying to run over his dog with his lawnmower". Then later "I don't see many people now. I took early retirement from the BBC. Which is virtually indistinguishable from working for it".
The dry wit that punctuates this novel is at times quite rude. But you cannot help laughing. Behind the hilarity is a serious story about late middle age, or is that early old age. I'm just too old to be a baby boomer as these Putney "friends". If I had one criticism, it sags a little towards the end. Otherwise, five star fun.
Monday, 12 December 2016
1606: William Shakespeare and the Year of Lear
But then the history. The gunpowder plot of 5th November 1605, it's background and aftermath is set out in mind blowing detail. OK, it was very nearly the greatest terrorist outrage ever, but this was not the book I wanted to read. Then we had pages and pages about the masque of January 1606. There was just too much boring historical detail for my liking. The author does save his best for the last three pages of the Epilogue when we are back to Shakespeare. But by then I had lost interest.
Thursday, 8 December 2016
10 Years of blogging
It was ten years ago today I published my first post on this blog. Apparently, I still had six days left at work before I retired and wanted to get the blog up and running.
So, ten years and 980 posts later, I continue to write about books, cinema, theatre, tv and anything that interests me. I have added bits about my various projects: the screenplay, family history and more recently the East Fen in Lincolnshire.
Apart from enjoying the whole process, I always wanted to keep my brain active once I retired, and the discipline of writing helps to do just that. I guess I always wanted to write. My place at Hull University to read Economics was, I thought, an entry to journalism. Thankfully my "A" Level grades were never good enough as I now know my actual career in construction provided a better outlet for my limited creativity.
So thank you to Alan Yentob who, in his programme "Imagine" in 2006, described all the new things on the internet like YouTube, Facebook and blogs. And to Google for the free platform. Here's to the next ten years.
So, ten years and 980 posts later, I continue to write about books, cinema, theatre, tv and anything that interests me. I have added bits about my various projects: the screenplay, family history and more recently the East Fen in Lincolnshire.
Apart from enjoying the whole process, I always wanted to keep my brain active once I retired, and the discipline of writing helps to do just that. I guess I always wanted to write. My place at Hull University to read Economics was, I thought, an entry to journalism. Thankfully my "A" Level grades were never good enough as I now know my actual career in construction provided a better outlet for my limited creativity.
So thank you to Alan Yentob who, in his programme "Imagine" in 2006, described all the new things on the internet like YouTube, Facebook and blogs. And to Google for the free platform. Here's to the next ten years.
Wednesday, 30 November 2016
Arrival, Nocturnal Animals and Allied
Smart and original, Arrival is an interesting take on the alien visitation genre. Writer Eric Heisserer and director Denis Villeneuve have created something different and intelligent from the Ted Chiang novella. Yes, there are all the old issues of various countries having their own ideas about how to cope with the visitors, but the attempts by the Americans at communication were well developed.
Amy Adams is first rate as the language expert, Jeremy Renner less so in a supporting role. Then there is the ending, which is quite a revelation given what we have already seen.
Nocturnal Animals is not for the faint hearted. The novel that her ex husband leaves Susan (Amy Adams is excellent once again) is shown in live action, and the beginning I found hard to watch. There is an excellent contrast here between the stark, rich and pristine LA home that Adams now inhabits, and the dirty wastes of poor rural West Texas. The interesting thing is, Susan pictures her ex (played by a mesmerising Jake Gyllenhaal) in the role of the distraught father in the story, so we never actually know how much was from his own experience. Much of both stories is about revenge, but we have to wait until the end to see how this works out. Director Tom Ford has made something thrilling and provoking.
I was far more impressed with Allied than many of the critics. How can they be so huffy on an original story and screenplay, we have so few of these. British writer Steven Knight (who wrote Locke, my favourite movie of 2013) has come up with an original World War II thriller that is pacy and twisty along the way. Director Robert Zemeckis has been given a decent budget and the cinematography is superb. I can see that the critics might feel that the all important relationship between Brad Pitt and Marion Cotillard lacks chemistry. It does seem that the former's mind was elsewhere whereas Cotillard is great as always. But I thought the movie worked really well and the two hours flew by. I looked out for the parts shot at nearby RAF Halton, although we had to wait well over halfway for the first of three scenes to put in an appearance.
Tuesday, 29 November 2016
Tring Book Club - Missing, Presumed by Susie Steiner
I very rarely read crime novels, but this was a Book Club choice. On the plus side, there was very little I could object to, it was more about the lives of the detectives and their investigations rather than the building up of the nerve tangling tension that I hate, prior to something nasty happening.
Each chapter is headed with one of the character's names and I liked that. Those about Helena, the missing Edith's friend, were the best. Just a shame there were not enough.
So far, so Kate Atkinson. Unfortunately, the writing comes nowhere close. There was something that grated, I'm not sure what. There is only a rare witticism. Jonti, the furniture maker, "planed down her sharper edges". We could have done with a lot more.
Monday, 28 November 2016
The Eynsham 10K
Perfect conditions (cloudy, chilly but no wind) for my second time at the Eynsham 10k. This time running with Alison, Angie next door and her friend Lynne whose husband Alan was there to watch. Angie and I started off running together, We both were recovering from injuries, but my calf and back, and her knee were pretty much better.
We started off quite fast but then found a nice steady pace. Angie left me behind at 6k but I manged to find a group running at my pace and I managed to hang on for the remainder of the race.
Angie came in 40 seconds ahead of me, pleased that she came in under 55 minutes. My 55.32 was much better than I expected. Alison ran with Lynne all the way round with a respectable 1 hour 8 minutes. It was then time for tea and cake in the hall before going our separate ways.
Alison and I were very hungry by the time we reached Nando's in Aylesbury after 1.30pm, and demolished a sharing platter in no time at all.
English National Ballet's Nutcracker at Milton Keynes Theatre
We are so lucky that English National Ballet come to Milton Keynes every November. This year it was Nutcracker, a ballet we had not seen for many years. As soon as I read a cast list for Friday night's performance, I knew we were in for a treat. Dancing the lead role of Clara was none other that Tamara Rojo.
After 12 years as Principal dancer at the Royal Ballet, Rojo returned to English National Ballet, this time as Artistic Director and Lead Principal Dancer. (When she was last at ENB, her performances as Clara broke all box office records at the London Coliseum and The Times named her “Dance Revelation of the Year.”) She was awarded a CBE for her services to ballet in the Queen’s 2016 New Year’s Honours. So being in the middle of the fifth row was very special privilege to see such a brilliant dancer.
The first half was OK. Lots of storytelling as the child Clara and her friends spend Christmas Eve with their families. But it is not until the second half that the ballet comes into it's own. The Spanish, Arabian (my favourite), Chinese and Russian dances are superb. And Alison McWhinney is terrific as the Lead Flower.
But then comes the pas de deux. First of all the music for the first section by Tchaikovsky has just moved up to the top of my list of favourite classical pieces. And then the dancing of Tamara Rojo and Isaac Hernandez was out of this world. Now I'm not particularly knowledgeable about ballet dancing, but I knew this was something special. The combination of the music and Rojo's technical brilliance, and being so close, this was, perhaps, the best few minutes I have spent in a theatre. I have looked on youtube at other dancers and nothing beats what we saw. In a provincial theatre on a Friday night. Unforgettable.
Wednesday, 16 November 2016
A Patchwork Planet, Exposure and The Magician's Assistant
I'm gradually catching up on my Anne Tyler's. Number eight, A Patchwork Planet" has such an unpromising start, I wondered if it might be my last. I needn't have worried. Forty pages in it turns into one of her best. The story of Barnaby Gaitlin, (the black sheep of the Gaitlins) is superbly written in the first person, how does Tyler do it? It just shows how a domestic drama can be witty, happy, sad and so poignant.
Barnaby does a lot of work for old people. He tells us "At Rent-a-Back I knew couple who'd been married for almost ever-forty, fifty, sixty years. Seventy two, in one case. They'd be tending each other's illnesses, filling in each other's faulty memories, dealing with the money troubles or the daughter's suicide or the grandson's drug addiction." (Here it gets interesting). "And I was beginning to suspect that it made no difference whether they'd married the right person. Finally, you're just with who you're with. You've signed on with her, put in half a century with her, grown to know her as well as you know yourself, or even better, and she's become the right person. Or the only person, more to the point. I wish someone had told me that earlier." Just brilliant.
Not my favourite book from one of my favourite authors. This time she is far more interested in the plot than anything else. Exposure is a cold war thriller that I read in a rush, not the usual dramas in which Helen Dunmore excels. The characters are still well drawn as ever, and she captures the atmosphere of 1960 England perfectly. I would just rather have one of her novels to savour rather than get to the ending a s quickly as possible.
We never meet Parsifal the Magician, "PARSIFAL IS DEAD" are the words that start this wonderful book. But through the memories of Sabine, The Magician's Assistant, he is so much alive. The glimpses of the past are superbly written. The complicated relationship of Parsifal, Sabine and Phan gradually unfolds. Also, I'm not a big fan of how dreams are described, but here they feel just right.
The biggest surprise in Sabine's life leads her from a balmy winter in Los Angeles to the snowy spaces of Nebraska. The contrast is brilliantly described. This is my fourth Ann Patchett novel. We read State of Wonder for book club, but Bel Canto, Run and now The Magician's Assistant are all much better.
Tuesday, 15 November 2016
The Ascoughs of Lincolnshire - Where East Fen Meets The Wolds
Approaching, as I am, the end of my current researches into the lives of my Ascough ancestors in Lincolnshire, I thought I would list all my current sources in chronological order. The main publications are as follows:
The History of Imbanking and Draining of Divers Fens
and Marshes by Sir William Dugdale 1724 Edition. The Original Edition dated 1661 was first published in 1662 with maps by Wenceslas Hollar.
The Fens and Floods of Mid Lincolnshire by J S Padley 1882.
A History of the Fen of South Lincolnshire by William Henry Wheeler 1897. Second Edition greatly enlarged.
English Peasant Farming - The Agrarian History of Lincolnshire from Tudor the Recent Times 1957
The Agricultural Revolution in South Lincolnshire by David Grigg 1966
The Changing Fenland by H C Darby 1983
Old and New Landscapes in the Horncastle Area by Eleanor and Rex C Russell 1985
Notes on the History of Toynton All Saints and Toynton St Peter by Ethel Rudkin 1985
The Fenland Project No 8: Lincolnshire Survey, The Northern Fen-Edge by T W Lane 1993
From Punt to Plough by Rex Sly 2003
Maps of the Witham Fens by R C Wheeler 2008
Lincolnshire Fenland Lidar by S J Malone 2012
The Lost Fens - England's Greatest Ecological Disaster by Ian D Rotherham 2013
Margins of the East Fen: Historic Landscape Evolution by Professor I G Simmons 2015
There are also other sources, listed in no particular order:
A Short History of Enclosure in Britain - The Land magazine
Lindsey Archaeological Services - Toynton Sewerage Scheme 2003
The Fen Slodgers - Skegness Magazine
In the Fens by Rex Sly
The Design for the Initial Drainage of the Great Level etc by Margaret Albright Knittl i Agricultural History Review
Witham Fourth District Drainage Board - History
A Remonstrance by a Holland Watchman 1800
An Address to Ninety Commoners by Rev Edward Walls 1807
Commoners: Common Right, Enclosure etc by J M Neeson
Enclosure of the South Lincolnshire Fens - Lincolnshire Archives
The Great Depression in British Agriculture - Wikipedia
Witham Navigable Drains - Wikipedia
Grace's Guide - Lade Bank Pumping Station
Lincstothepast.com
Cassini Historical Map Old Series 1824 Skegness and Horncastle
OS Explorer Map: Skegness, Alford and Spilsby
I have taken notes and extracts from all the above in separate documents and my next exercise is to combine them in one consolidated narrative. It will take me a while.
Doctor Strange, The Light Between Oceans and The Accountant
It was only that Doctor Strange starred Benedict Cumberbatch (and some good reviews) that made me ditch my resolve to avoid superhero movies. Whilst he does OK, and his scenes with Tilda Swinton aren't bad, it was still a case of I wish I had stuck to my principles.
I truly believed that The Light Between Oceans would be my kind of movie, and whilst there was much to admire, it just seemed that there was a big opportunity lost. And I can only think it was down to a strange performance from Alicia Vikander. She became one of my favourite actresses after Testament of Youth, Ex-Machina, The Danish Girl and even Jason Bourne. But here she seemed to be treading water. Whether that was the script or the direction (both left something to be desired by Derek Cianfrance), but it was only Michael Fassbender who almost saved the day.
I enjoyed The Accountant far more than the previous two movies despite the holes in the plot. But this is not a film where you have to think too deeply. Ben Affleck is perfect for the role as an autistic child grown up to match his proficiency in his chosen profession with a startling abilty with his fists and guns. And he uses them all to great effect. His scenes with Anna Kendrick are sensitive and the action sequences are adequate. An original script by Bill Dubuque is pretty good and direction by Gavin O'Connor is up to the mark. An enjoyable couple of hours.
Sunday, 6 November 2016
You Don't Own Me by Lesley Gore
Very occasionally, Strictly Come Dancing comes up with a great song that I haven't heard for years. And so it was on Saturday night that Greg Rutherford and Natalie Lowe performed a Viennese Waltz to the late Lesley Gore's 1963 hit You Don't Own Me. Written by John Modara and David White, the tune is a very fast waltz, perfect for a Viennese. Whoever found it should be congratulated. Although they probably found the recent recording by a singer called Grace accompanied by some rapper.
Lesley Gore was 17 when she recorded the song and had had her biggest hit with It's My Party. A number one hit when she was only 16. What a great voice.
Saturday, 5 November 2016
The Commoners of East Fen - The Petition of 1784
The Ascough's living on the northern edge of the East Fen might have been amazed if, as noted by H C Darby in his book Changing Fenland, The Deeps of the East Fen
were described as "particularly bad". They provided generations with a livelihood from catching fish and wildfowl and collecting peat, reeds and rushes for their cottages.
Darby writes: "In 1769 Thomas Pennant wrote
“The East Fen is quite in a state of nature, and gives a specimen of the
country before the introduction of drainage; it is a vast tract of morass,
intermixed with a number of lakes, from half a mile to two or three miles in
circuit, communicating with each other by narrow reedy straits: they are very
shallow, none above four or five feet deep.”
He continues "During the years that
followed, there were many reports into the best way to improve the River Witham and benefit the adjacent
fens (of which East fen is one) (W H Wheeler Page 212). Meetings and committees, of
landowners and others interested in the project (finance for land ), followed one another. Any proposal for new cuts
and different sluices was opposed by rival schemes. There was also the
objection of those fenmen, who in the words of the Petition of 1784, supported
themselves and their families comfortably with the produce of the East Fen, by
fishing and getting coarse and fine thatch."
W H Wheeler Page 211 as follows:
"In 1784. Mill Drain (see below) was
deepened and enlarged by Mr. Pacey its
of Boston ,
acting under the direction of certain Proprietors of land,
and the drain, leading from Nordyke
Bridge to Cherry Corner,
was
lowered. This produced a partial drainage of the East Fen, and
lowered the water in the deeps,' but the effect was also to destroy
the herbage in the fen and hinder the navigation of the pools and
dykes. The Fenmen thereupon erected a dam across the new cut.
In a petition sent by the Fenmen relating to this drain, they say,
objections to
“It is well known that the temperate and industrious part of the
poor inhabitants of the Soke of Bolingbroke, has, for a long time,
supported themselves and their families comfortably with the produce
of the East Fen, by fishing and getting coarse and fine thatch-
Man}- of us, by the blessing of God and our own industry, has
procured a cow or two, which we used to graze in the said fen in the
summer, and get fodder for their support in winter, but, alas, of these
privileges we are in a great measure deprived by a set of men called
Commissioners, who hath imbibed such a rage for drainage, that
exceeds both utility and justice. Utility, because it destroys the
grass and herbage, and is hurtful both to farmers and poor men ;
justice, because it deprives the poor of their privileges—for the
fishery is ruined, the thatch is destroyed, the fodder very"
scarce.
And to make our grievance the more intolerable, and to complete our
ruin, and show how unfeeling they are, they even now are depriving
us of the benefit we expected from the late rains, that is, of getting
our fodder and fuel to land, by running the water away out of both
fens. We, your petitioners, humbly pray you to take up our cause,
and, if possible, procure redress for us, by causing a temporary dam
to be made in Sibsey Cut for our present relief, and a permanent
stanch for our future supply ; and, if practicable, we beg leave to
recommend to your consideration two Cuts, one on the north side
and the other on the south side of the fen, to set bounds to the cattle
and supply them with water, and secure a portion of land to bring
fodder and thatch. And your humble petitioners will be effectually
relieved from that state of distress and poverty which must be the
inevitable effect of the measures now pursued And your humble
petitioners will ever hold themselves in gratitude and duty bound to
pray for your person and family." This was signed by 105 Fenmen,
of whom only 19 were unable to write their names, and made a mark.
As a result of this petition, a sluice was built across Valentine's
Drain and the water in the East Fen retained at an agreed height".
Wheeler’s book ("The History of the Fens of South Lincolnshire) is the most detailed
authority on the drainage of the South Lincolnshire Fens .
Originally published in 1868, the second edition of 1897 includes a Preface
where he talks about more detailed research into various Acts of Parliament and
many other documents.
The wonderful thing about the book, for
me, is that it is just the Southern Lincolnshire Fens
with which he is concerned, East Fen being one of these.
Mill Drain (that is the subject of the petition above) is located in the south of
East Fen, south west of The Deeps and runs towards Anton Gowt before joining the River
Witham before it reaches Boston . On the top map above between "R" and "T" of "NORTH".
All as detailed in “Old and New
Landscapes in the Horncastle Area by Eleanor and Rex C Russell.
So it may be that by this time, the
Ascough’s were employed by the new owners or tenants of these enclosed fields
as farm labourers. But they might still have had an interest in the wild East
Fen for catching fish and wildfowl as previous generations had done. Once a fenman, always a fenman.
Friday, 4 November 2016
Inferno, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children and Jack Reacher: Never Go Back
You could tell Tom Hanks was struggling with this action movie. As he races across the square in the poster, just how many yards did he make? Having said that, Inferno was an expensively well made installment of the Dan Brown books. Quite good fun if you leave your brain at home
I only went to see Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children as I thought it might be something like director Tim Burton's Dark Shadows. I was wrong. This was awful. Despite being packed with great acting talent, the writing was so poor, it felt like everyone was embarrassed to be there. Burton did his best with some great visuals but when the screenplay is so clunky, I do get annoyed.
Fortunately, the script for Jack Reacher: Never Go Back is pretty good for an action movie. It has to be as the fights and chases are not overdone. However I did wonder in parts if this was not Tom Cruise in the next Mission Impossible outing. Like Hanks, he is getting a bit old for these types of movies. But at least he prepares well physically. The movie itself is again expensively made, it looks good on the ultra wide screen and is great fun. But when are we going to get something that taxes the old brain cells?
The Back Stairs
A sentence in Exposure, the latest Helen Dunmore novel, struck a chord. "Open what looks like a cupboard door, and there's a narrow flight of stairs which twists round on itself as it rises steeply to a landing". And again later "The stairs are steep and narrow. Servant's stairs".
When I was in my late teens, access to my bedroom at 49 London Road in Braintree was by such a "cupboard" door, this time from the dining room. The house was long and narrow. A front room then a hall then the living room leading onto our dining room and then the kitchen. There were three bedrooms upstairs and a box room. I could have shared a room with John but coveted my own space and ended up in this tiny box room at the back.
Yes, the stairs to my room were extremely steep, narrow and dark, but nobody but me used them, I guess in years gone by it could have been a maid's room? There was just room for a bed and a small wardrobe. I think my record player went on the floor. I was sixteen before I had this, my own private space. The front room was big and hardly ever used. But before I left home, I think I remember taking my record player in there, especially that last summer holiday.
Tring Book Club - House of Orphans by Helen Dunmore
Not my choice for book club, but as a dedicated reader of Helen Dunmore novels, I have to say that this was one of her best. Her writing just flows off the page; no fancy pyrotechnics but great storytelling and superbly drawn characters. We gradually get to know Eeva and Thomas and the events that bring them together in the backwoods of Finland in 1902.
The book is written entirely, and brilliantly, in the third person, alternating between the main characters. Later in Helsinki, the story of Lauri, Sasha and Magda describes the politics of "Russafication". The whole novel is intense and powerful, although I was slightly disappointed with the ending.
Friday, 28 October 2016
Orson Welles - The Road to Xanadu by Simon Callow
At last I have finished this hugely detailed biography of Orson Welles up to when he is twenty six. Simon Callow has done so much research, leaving no stone unturned. And it is all here, for me just too much information. There was some I found interesting and a lot I didn't. His life at Todd School for Boys showed just what a precocious talent he was, as was his time at The Gate Theatre in Dublin.
Then the Negro Unit of The Federal Theatre Project where his all black Macbeth was a triumph in 1936. Welles directing was only 21. His first real attempt at commercial theatre at the Mercury was a successful Caesar. The trials and tribulations of casting, rehearsals and staging would make a fine movie. Then the "accident" that was "War of the Worlds".
I was very interested to read about his screenplay of Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" that was never made into a film, especially that Charlie Marlow's search up river for the elusive Mr Kurtz (the trader turned God) was the basis for the movie "Apocalypse Now". Callow explains on Page 465 "As far as Conrad is concerned, the initial pull of the story on Welles is clear to see. It had great personal resonance for him; many of it's themes continued to fascinate him for the rest of his life. His work on the story, moreover, fed in various subtle and subliminal ways into his first complete film ("Citizen Kane"). The central figure of Kurtz is an epitome of the ambiguity of greatness, or more precisely, greatness gone wrong."
Then the writer's summing up in the last two pages is equally stunning. But I would love to see someone be allowed to do an edited version.
Then the Negro Unit of The Federal Theatre Project where his all black Macbeth was a triumph in 1936. Welles directing was only 21. His first real attempt at commercial theatre at the Mercury was a successful Caesar. The trials and tribulations of casting, rehearsals and staging would make a fine movie. Then the "accident" that was "War of the Worlds".
I was very interested to read about his screenplay of Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" that was never made into a film, especially that Charlie Marlow's search up river for the elusive Mr Kurtz (the trader turned God) was the basis for the movie "Apocalypse Now". Callow explains on Page 465 "As far as Conrad is concerned, the initial pull of the story on Welles is clear to see. It had great personal resonance for him; many of it's themes continued to fascinate him for the rest of his life. His work on the story, moreover, fed in various subtle and subliminal ways into his first complete film ("Citizen Kane"). The central figure of Kurtz is an epitome of the ambiguity of greatness, or more precisely, greatness gone wrong."
Then the writer's summing up in the last two pages is equally stunning. But I would love to see someone be allowed to do an edited version.
Thursday, 27 October 2016
No Man's Land at Wyndham's Theatre
When I went to see Harold Pinter's No Man's Land in 2002 at the Oxford Playhouse, I thought it was the best play I had ever seen. Directed by the writer himself, it has stuck in my memory for a long time. So when a new production starring Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart was announced, I had to go.
This time I found so much more inside the play than last time. The first half hour is actually the best piece of acting I have ever seen. It is dominated by Ian McKellen's Spooner, almost a monologue. This is Pinter speaking from the heart. He always preferred poetry to any other art form, so it is no wonder that the two leads are such specialists. I concentrated on these early speeches and it was if McKellen was bringing every poetic nuance into play. His diction is so brilliant, even in quieter moments. His delivery was out of this world.
Unfortunately the rest of the cast could not match McKellen. Patrick Stewart as Hirst would probably have been OK if there wasn't that comparison. His last speech in the first act was not as poignant as it should be: "No man's land...does not move... or change... or grow old...
remains...forever...icy...silent", before collapsing twice and finally crawling out of the room. Even the drama of his falls was overshadowed by Spooner making a note of these wonderful words for future use. Hirst gets great lines ("Tonight my friend, you find me in the last lap of a race I had long forgotten to run") but they came out rather flat.
At Oxford, Corin Redgrave was a far superior Hirst. It was he, rather than Spooner, who shone that night. I also preferred Andy de la Tour as Briggs to last nights malevolent Owen Teale. The former's Bolsover Street speech brought the house down. Teale just blustered through. I also noticed the pauses far more in Pinter's production, last night they were hardly noticeable.
However, this performance was far funnier than I remember. As well as laugh out loud moments, there were occasions when I went on quietly giggling for ages at things that struck me as hilarious.
I didn't know until I read the programme that the four characters were named after cricketers from the golden age. Even the sparring Hirst and Spooner played for Yorkshire and Lancashire respectively. But then I should not have been surprised with Pinter's love of the game. The naughty passage about bowling had the whole audience laughing. No-one could have spoken it better than McKellen.
"Tell me with what speed she swung in the air, with what velocity she came off the wicket, whether she was responsive to finger spin, whether you could bowl a shooter with her, or an off break with a leg break action. In other words, did she google"
I still can't decide whether to go and see it again, this time live in cinemas in December. It might spoil my memory of yesterday, but then I might find more that is new. As one critic put it:
To accept "No Man's Land," you should not interpret it, at least not while it's going on. That doesn't mean that you have to believe everything that's said, only in the moment of its saying. Motives and meanings are what you make them, which is part of the fun -- watching Pinter is not passive entertainment. There is no single truth, only a series of possible truths. The substance is elusive (there's no way to avoid that dread word), but the dramatic and emotional effects are palpable.
Wednesday, 26 October 2016
ELO, War on Drugs, The New Porographers, Neko Case, Kristina Train and Case/Lang/Viers
It has been ages since I made a posting of my latest music. I think Alone in the Universe by Jeff Lynne's ELO was on my Christmas list. It would be churlish to say a lot of tracks are reworkings of old favourites, but there we are. Obviously not in the same bracket as his great albums, but worth a listen none the less.
Now Lost in a Dream by The War on Drugs is a great album. Echoes of Springsteen and Ryan Adams, but original enough to stand on it's own. Some great chord changes and haunting songs. Thanks to Michael for the present. Maybe Slave Ambient for Christmas?
Not quite in the same bracket is Brill Bruisers by The New Pornographers. But then you get track two "Champions of Red Wine" which is excellent. The tracks with vocals by Neko Case were definitely a good introduction to her other work .....
Still not sure about my choice of a Neko Case album. Fox Confessor Brings The Flood would probably sound much better live in a dingy jazz club. Needs a few more listens.
An interesting addition to my Ryan Adams collection, Demolition is a collection of demo's "left over" from the various recording sessions in all sorts of places. Some work, some don't. I came across these recordings courtesy of "Desire" being played on "The West Wing" where it did work very well. I bought a second hand copy very cheap so that was about right.
Not sure how I came across Dark Black by Kristina Train, but I'm very glad I did. A moody intoxicating collection of great songs.
An unlikely collaboration is case/lang/veirs but one that works so well. It's Alison that is the big k d lang fan (off to see her again soon). I never found her to my taste, but here the other's influence makes her contributions quite nice. However it is Neko Case who stands out, far better than on her solo album above. I didn't know Laura Veirs, the Oregon singer-songwriter so I need to look for more of her work. Anyway, I guess it's the "ton of compromise" as lang puts it that makes this such a stand out album.
Sunday, 23 October 2016
The Good Liar, The Little Red Chairs and Towards the End of Morning
A clever, easy reading, amusing and enjoyable story. Almost a collection of short stories from the past held together by an ongoing narrative in the present day. For a first time novelist, I was impressed.
My first Edna O'Brien and if this is the best she can do, it will be my last. OK, it was a very powerful novel, shocking even. Something to endure rather than enjoy. It should really come with a warning. Of the three parts, Part 2 was the best but the last part was the most disappointing with a even poorer ending. There were bits thrown in that were never resolved. The writing wanted to be literate but I felt it just floundered. There are images that will stay with me, but I was glad when it ended.
Friday, 21 October 2016
The Great Inquest into the Soke of Bolingbroke
Following my post of 16th August describing my researches into the lives of my Askew ancestors on the edge of the East Fen in Lincolnshire, I had not intended to go back to the sixteenth century; I
have only traced the family back to the eighteenth. However if there
are earlier ancestors (and it is Rex Sly in his book “From Punt to Plough” who
suggests that fen families tend to go back generations), then the fen laws contained
in The Great Inquest into the Soke of Bolingbroke would have effected them
directly. And they remained in force until the fens were enclosed, two hundred
years later. There is little doubt that my ancestors would have lived and
worked under these rules for generations.
The Askews lived in Toynton St Peter and Toynton All Saints, villages in the
Soke of Bolingbroke which is an ancient administrative district covering the East and West Fens and the surrounding area, based in the
village of Bolingbroke in South Lincolnshire. The
boundary of the Soke is shown in R C Wheeler’s “Maps of the Witham Fens”. His
Map No 8 (“A Description of Wildmore Fen, West Fen and East Fen etc” dated 1661
by an unnamed person) is a copy dated c1793. Wheeler says “The map appears to show
the boundaries of the Soke of Horncastle, the Soke of Bolingbroke etc”.
In the more detailed Map No 12 (“A Map of The Levels in Lincolnshire commonly called Holland ” by William Stukeley dated 1723),
Wheeler says that the boundary may have been taken from Map No8. However for
Map No 12, Herman Moll was the engraver and cosmographer (the science of
mapmaking). As Herman Moll acknowledges, William Stukeley (an antiquarian)
presented him with the design of the 1723 map. By this he obviously meant the
internal Roman Road
layout which had been part of the research by William Stukeley at the Society
of Antiquaries. This information came from several documents of Roman origin.”
(cartographyunchained.com).
The extract from this map below shows a dotted line which indicates the boundary of the Soke of Bolingbroke.
The Great Inquest set out to organise how the fen commoners used
the common land of the fens to the advantage of all. It is described in W H
Wheeler’s “A History of the Fens of South Lincolnshire” published in 1868. On Page
36 it reads:
“In the reign of Edward
V1, a code of fen laws had been drawn up for the defining the rights and
privileges of the commoners, and for the prevention of disputes and robbery (of
livestock on the fen).
The code was drawn up
by the Council of the Duchy of Lancaster at “The Great Inquest into The Soke of
Bolingbroke”, held in 1548 and confirmed in Queen Elizabeth 1st
reign in 1573 and remained in force (for two hundred years) until the enclosure
of the fens in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries .The code consisted of seventy two articles, some of which are detailed
as follows:
One of the first rules
related to the brands or marks which each person who stocked the fens was
required to place upon his cattle. Each parish had a separate mark (Toynton’s
mark was a simple “X”) and no man was
allowed to turn cattle out to common until they were marked with the town
brand. No foreigner, or person not having common right, was allowed to put
cattle on the fen, under a penalty of forty shillings, or gather any turbary( the
legal right to cut peat or turf for fuel on common land) or fodder(coarse grass) in
the East Fen without a licence. No
fodder was to be mown in the East or West Fen beforeMidsummer-day.
There were penalties
for all sorts of other offences: putting diseased cattle on the fen, disturbing
cattle with dogs, leaving any dead animal, putting swine on the fen, taking or
leaving dogs there after sunset. Rams were not allowed on the fen between St
Luke’s Day (18th October) and Lammas (a festival day in August). No
reed thatch, reed star, or bolt (premature stalk of a flowering stem) was to be
mown before two years growth, wythes (from the willow tree) were only to be cut
between Michaelmas (29th September) and May-day. No eggs were to be
taken out of the fen except for ducks or geese. No person was allowed to use
any sort of net or device to take or kill any fowl called moulted ducks, in any
of the fens before Midsummer-day. (Ian D Rotherham in his book “The Lost
Fens” says this is because this is the time the ducks moult their wing feathers
and are flightless and vulnerable for several weeks).
A code of seventeen
articles was also devised by the fisherman’s jury relating to fishing in the
fens, mainly about the use and kind of nets. The principal fish were pike,
eels, roach and perch.
Before being sent into
the common fen, the livestock were collected at certain defined places and
marked, and again, being taken out in autumn, they were brought to the same
place to be claimed by their owners.
The fens remained in this condition until the middle of the
eighteenth century when drainage schemes were introduced. Starting in 1762 with
the Witham Drainage Act, it wasn’t until the Acts of 1801 and 1803 that
drainage and enclosure of the more problematic waterlogged East Fen became
properly addressed.
Thursday, 20 October 2016
Cornwall in October
Our 15th successive year at Port Quin, and again we were able to book an extra couple of nights. We kept our fingers crossed going so late as we usually go mid September. But it seemed that month was block booked, although in the end I believe they came free. However the weather was great, an hour or so of drizzle on the first full day and then sunny skies and a cool easterly kept it completely dry.
It was bright all the way down on the Thursday, four and three quarter hours travel time despite a fifteen minute hold up near Oxford. It was warm and sheltered sitting on the wall with a cuppa by the harbour after dumping our cases. But a lot fresher on our walk to the bench above the inlet and even chillier up by Doyden Castle.
FRIDAY
It was off to Wadebridge in the morning for a run down the Camel Trail towards Padstow. Over five miles for me, longer for Alison. Then lunch at The Granary (gorgeous bacon and sausage baps) and back to the cottage for a bath.
In the afternoon we parked on the beach at Polzeath and walked along the cliffs to Daymer Bay. Some light drizzle on the way back only made us a little damp. Not enough to stop Alison admiring all the different rock formations.
SATURDAY
We left early (but not early enough) to get to Tamar Lakes Parkrun. An hour and twenty minutes was only just enough to find our way having missed the turning down a quiet track. As we parked up, all the runners were milling around the car park waiting for the start which we made by the skin of our teeth. It was a superb single loop around Upper Tamar Lake, running in lovely sunshine with a good pace despite the run the day before.
It was their 20th anniversary so there was tea and cake in the cafe. A really friendly crowd made us welcome.
Midday and we were driving to Crackington Haven. We were advised to park at St Genny's church where it was very quiet despite the wonderful views over the sea.
It was only a short walk to the clifftop overlooking Crackington Haven itself.
From Penkenna Point (top photo above) we went north and a long way downhill, then a steep uphill climb to more great views from Castle Point before lunch near the Dizzard at StoneIvy Rock.
We walked back to St Genny's across the fields before driving to Crackington haven itself. A walk across the beach ending up with an ice cream sitting on a bench.
SUNDAY
A quiet day for me, strolling down the Camel Trail in Padstow while Alison did her run from the cottage to Rock and taking the ferry to meet me at the car. Tea and cake in a cafe and a walk up to the monument, sitting on a bench for ages in lovely sunshine.
Early afternoon we headed for the NT car park above Lundy Bay where we climbed down the rocks to sit on the beach and watch a buzzard hover overhead.
MONDAY
Our big day (although Saturday came close) at Kynance Cove. The drive is an hour and a half, but it was worth it. We needed that cup of tea at the cafe overlooking the cove before we started on our walk.
We had never taken the route along the clifftop towards Lizzard Point. It was a superb walk, we had to keep stopping to take in the view.
At Lizard Point we found a bench for our lunch stop. We explored the area around the lighthouse before heading back.
Back at Kynance Cove, the tide was going out and after another cup of tea at the cafe, we could get down onto the beach and stroll around all the rocks.
There were quite a few people on the beach, like us not wanting to leave in the superb late afternoon sun. So we finally arrived back at the cottage after 7 pm.
TUESDAY
Another Camel Trail run in the morning, this time for me towards Bodmin, following the river in beautiful woods. Over seven miles for me, less for Alison going towards Padstow. Again lunch at the Granary, a full breakfast for me.
We were completely self catering this year, so we did our big shop at Tesco and had a quiet afternoon back at the cottage.
WEDNESDAY
We always find time to do our walk from the cottage to Pentire Head via Rumps, and this was the day. A very familiar walk, but very quiet and still spectacular. At Lundy Bay we were the only ones on this fabulous beach. Rumps (our first destination) and the island of Mouls in the distance.
And now having arrived .
On to Pentire Head overlooking Polzeath. Quite windy but we clambered down a short way to find a sheltered spot for lunch.
Dodging a herd of cows on the way there and back, we had tea back at the cottage. Alison still had time to get to Polzeath for a stroll while I was able to read outside for the only time.
THURSDAY
A morning run from Polzeath along the cliffs to Daymer Bay and a run on the beach (my first). Alison had already run from the cottage when we met at the car. It was great running in the sun with the sea on our right. It was quite undulating so it was good to reach the flat beach. At least the sand was pretty hard.
A quick change back at the car, a tour of a few shops in Polzeath and then lunch on the balcony of a cafe.
It actually clouded over in the afternoon so we had a quiet time back at the cottage.
FRIDAY
Nearly every year we do the same thing on the last day. Park at Rock, a walk along the other end of Daymer Bay, the ferry over to Padstow, fish and chips for lunch (our second time at Rick's).
Then a wander round the shops (with a purchase of a Janine Partington "Cow Parsley" - vitrious enamel on copper plate) and a walk past the monument to the far beach.
Back in Padstow for an ice cream, more tea (it had become rather cool) before the ferry back to Rock.
SATURDAY
An early start again to pack the car and get to Lanhydrock Parkrun for 9am. We knew that we somehow had to get through Bodmin even though the centre was closed to traffic. No diversion signs so we ended up going in the wrong direction. Turned around and found a garage. I spoke to a man coming out with a newspaper and he gave me excellent directions through the outskirts of the town. Again we just made it before the start.
We really needed trail shoes for the difficult terrain where there are no flat paths and the hills are steep. But the tea and cake in the cafe afterwards was wonderful. No walk around this NT property this year as rain was forecast. Fortunately the drive back was dry and the rain only caught up after we were home. A trawl through the photos shows how lucky we were with the weather.
It was bright all the way down on the Thursday, four and three quarter hours travel time despite a fifteen minute hold up near Oxford. It was warm and sheltered sitting on the wall with a cuppa by the harbour after dumping our cases. But a lot fresher on our walk to the bench above the inlet and even chillier up by Doyden Castle.
FRIDAY
It was off to Wadebridge in the morning for a run down the Camel Trail towards Padstow. Over five miles for me, longer for Alison. Then lunch at The Granary (gorgeous bacon and sausage baps) and back to the cottage for a bath.
In the afternoon we parked on the beach at Polzeath and walked along the cliffs to Daymer Bay. Some light drizzle on the way back only made us a little damp. Not enough to stop Alison admiring all the different rock formations.
SATURDAY
We left early (but not early enough) to get to Tamar Lakes Parkrun. An hour and twenty minutes was only just enough to find our way having missed the turning down a quiet track. As we parked up, all the runners were milling around the car park waiting for the start which we made by the skin of our teeth. It was a superb single loop around Upper Tamar Lake, running in lovely sunshine with a good pace despite the run the day before.
It was their 20th anniversary so there was tea and cake in the cafe. A really friendly crowd made us welcome.
Midday and we were driving to Crackington Haven. We were advised to park at St Genny's church where it was very quiet despite the wonderful views over the sea.
It was only a short walk to the clifftop overlooking Crackington Haven itself.
From Penkenna Point (top photo above) we went north and a long way downhill, then a steep uphill climb to more great views from Castle Point before lunch near the Dizzard at StoneIvy Rock.
We walked back to St Genny's across the fields before driving to Crackington haven itself. A walk across the beach ending up with an ice cream sitting on a bench.
SUNDAY
A quiet day for me, strolling down the Camel Trail in Padstow while Alison did her run from the cottage to Rock and taking the ferry to meet me at the car. Tea and cake in a cafe and a walk up to the monument, sitting on a bench for ages in lovely sunshine.
Early afternoon we headed for the NT car park above Lundy Bay where we climbed down the rocks to sit on the beach and watch a buzzard hover overhead.
MONDAY
Our big day (although Saturday came close) at Kynance Cove. The drive is an hour and a half, but it was worth it. We needed that cup of tea at the cafe overlooking the cove before we started on our walk.
We had never taken the route along the clifftop towards Lizzard Point. It was a superb walk, we had to keep stopping to take in the view.
At Lizard Point we found a bench for our lunch stop. We explored the area around the lighthouse before heading back.
Back at Kynance Cove, the tide was going out and after another cup of tea at the cafe, we could get down onto the beach and stroll around all the rocks.
There were quite a few people on the beach, like us not wanting to leave in the superb late afternoon sun. So we finally arrived back at the cottage after 7 pm.
TUESDAY
Another Camel Trail run in the morning, this time for me towards Bodmin, following the river in beautiful woods. Over seven miles for me, less for Alison going towards Padstow. Again lunch at the Granary, a full breakfast for me.
We were completely self catering this year, so we did our big shop at Tesco and had a quiet afternoon back at the cottage.
WEDNESDAY
We always find time to do our walk from the cottage to Pentire Head via Rumps, and this was the day. A very familiar walk, but very quiet and still spectacular. At Lundy Bay we were the only ones on this fabulous beach. Rumps (our first destination) and the island of Mouls in the distance.
And now having arrived .
On to Pentire Head overlooking Polzeath. Quite windy but we clambered down a short way to find a sheltered spot for lunch.
Dodging a herd of cows on the way there and back, we had tea back at the cottage. Alison still had time to get to Polzeath for a stroll while I was able to read outside for the only time.
THURSDAY
A morning run from Polzeath along the cliffs to Daymer Bay and a run on the beach (my first). Alison had already run from the cottage when we met at the car. It was great running in the sun with the sea on our right. It was quite undulating so it was good to reach the flat beach. At least the sand was pretty hard.
A quick change back at the car, a tour of a few shops in Polzeath and then lunch on the balcony of a cafe.
It actually clouded over in the afternoon so we had a quiet time back at the cottage.
FRIDAY
Nearly every year we do the same thing on the last day. Park at Rock, a walk along the other end of Daymer Bay, the ferry over to Padstow, fish and chips for lunch (our second time at Rick's).
Then a wander round the shops (with a purchase of a Janine Partington "Cow Parsley" - vitrious enamel on copper plate) and a walk past the monument to the far beach.
Back in Padstow for an ice cream, more tea (it had become rather cool) before the ferry back to Rock.
SATURDAY
An early start again to pack the car and get to Lanhydrock Parkrun for 9am. We knew that we somehow had to get through Bodmin even though the centre was closed to traffic. No diversion signs so we ended up going in the wrong direction. Turned around and found a garage. I spoke to a man coming out with a newspaper and he gave me excellent directions through the outskirts of the town. Again we just made it before the start.
We really needed trail shoes for the difficult terrain where there are no flat paths and the hills are steep. But the tea and cake in the cafe afterwards was wonderful. No walk around this NT property this year as rain was forecast. Fortunately the drive back was dry and the rain only caught up after we were home. A trawl through the photos shows how lucky we were with the weather.
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