
Me on sick-bed (slight exaggeration...)
You cant get rid of me that easily- even the combined mite of the NHS can’t keep me from my lovely book group! Internet connection has been established (courtesy of my new best friend- the “dongle”) and I feel at one with the wider world again. You have made me feel very special too, with loads of lovely messages of support, so a huge THANK YOU and I promise to be back before you know it.
Just a quick one really, to draw your attention to an very timely article in Saturday’s Guardian by Lionel Shriver herself, in which she describes the family explosion which she (accidently) ignited when A Perfectly Good Family was published. It’s an interesting conundrum and something I wondered about when reading the book; Shriver certainly isn’t sparing to her characters and it crossed my mind that her portrayals can have the whiff of character assassination about them. It crossed my mind that this woman may be trying to get something off her chest. It turns out that, though the book is mainly fiction, the book was based partly childhood experiences (she’s the middle child of 3, has two brothers etc), yet (rather naively?) Shriver was still surprised when her family reacted with horror when they read the book. It raises fascinating questions about the artists responsibilities to others. Is it fair when a version of yourself, no matter how remote, is released to the world and you have no comeback? Surely you have a right to be upset? And is it just an easy get-out to claim that the parts which offend are “just fiction”? I like the article because here she applies her beady eye as much to herself as she does to anyone else. Anyway, read it yourselves- it’ll get the brain working for both the event and the book group meeting.
So remember, Saturday 24th 10.30am at The Sage (Hall 2) for Lionel and Thursday 12th November 6pm for the next meeting. AND Durham Book Festival from the 24th too. You healthy people make me sick- don’t have too much fun without me…
Life. What a funny business it is and, if it really is like a box of chocolates, unfortunately I just got the coffee cream that no one likes. After feeling pretty rubbish for quite a while it turns out that I am officially not very well and am going to have to have a bit of time off for rest, re-cooperation and a general putting myself right. So I’m handing myself over to the blessed NHS and handing the book group over to the lovely Liv at New Writing North who’ll be taking the next couple of sessions. It means (dammit) I’ll miss Lionel Shriver, the Durham Book Festival (tickets still available!) and the next two books but never fear, I’ll be with you in spirit, reading along whilst reclining and blogging as usual. And missing book group like mad.