Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Saturday, 28 July 2012
Friday, 27 July 2012
Thursday, 26 July 2012
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Saturday, 21 July 2012
They were seated in the boat. Nick in the stern, his father rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. A bass jumped, making a circle in the water. Nick trailed his hand in the water. It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing; he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Indian Camp, 1924
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing; he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Indian Camp, 1924
It's probably not a Kubrick film.
Friday, 20 July 2012
So I bought bagels. But there's no toaster in the apartment, I will have to buy one. In the meantime I'm eating buttermilk pancakes with syrup. It only takes a minute to heat them in the microwave. Very good, and quite different from the flat French pancakes - crêpes. Oh, love that Hellboy strip, by the way.
Monday, 16 July 2012
The book: To be honest, I've struggled a bit with the ending, the final scene. Usually I have the ending one third into the book. I had an idea for this book as well, but it didn't feel right. I came up with some other solutions that worked, but were still not quite there. It was a bit too serious, but finally I changed it a notch to the left, that made it both a bit touching, I hope, and ridiculous. Which is always a good mix, I feel. And the book is ending up with exactly 150 pages. Still some work left, though.
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Thursday, 12 July 2012
, turned his drink around and around on the table, as if the other side of it was going to show him something different."
Denis Johnson, Resuscitation of A Hanged Man
Almost finished with this novel. It's strange, but very good. I have no idea where it's going. You can really drown in the writer's language. I also brought along with me his The Name of The World / Le Nom du Monde, which I thought I'd try to read in French, being in Canada and all.
Denis Johnson, Resuscitation of A Hanged Man
Almost finished with this novel. It's strange, but very good. I have no idea where it's going. You can really drown in the writer's language. I also brought along with me his The Name of The World / Le Nom du Monde, which I thought I'd try to read in French, being in Canada and all.
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
2. The Pogues. The If I Should Fall From Grace With God tour. Shane McGowan wasn't too drunk, he was standing upright during the whole show.
3. R.E.M. Green tour.
4. Iron & Wine. Copenhagen, around 7 or 8 years ago? I had no idea who they were at the time. They had a concert with Calexico. It was during a comic book festival, my Danish publisher brought me there. They did a great version of All Tomorrow's Parties.
5. Martin Stephenson & The Daintees. Also in Oslo, during my art school days, for their debut album Boat to Bolivia. Warmup artist was a then unknown Melissa Etheridge.
Wish I had seen:
1. David Sylvian. Preferrably around Secrets of The Beehive
2. Tom Waits. The Asylum years or after Swordfishtrombones, but really - anytime!
3. The Waterboys. Raggle Taggle Gypsy period.
4. Bob Dylan and Joan Baez. Early sixties. This would require a time machine.
5. Leonard Cohen. He had a concert in Nîmes in France a couple of years ago, and I didn't go - the idiot that I am.
Monday, 9 July 2012
On the subway an old woman was singing loudly in French. People applauded her as she got off. This never would have happened in Norway. Any person singing on a subway or a bus in Norway would be considered crazy. Or drunk. Or both. The other passengers would probably stare straight ahead and pretend she wasn't there, hoping someone would ask her to be quiet or to leave.
Okay, the book: I'm drawing the long conversation scene. Another sequence where I haven't done much work yet is from the end of the book where the detective goes to an island off Bretagne looking for someone. I've never been there myself, so I have to do my research by google. I've been to St Malo in Bretagne. I wanted the buildings in this sequence, where the detective finds the answers, to look different than the ones in the early part of the story.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
In crime films you often have people stuffing other people's heads into toilets, to get money or some sort of information - like a variation on breaking a leg or a finger, I suppose. In France that's not possible - the toilet bowl is too small. I've noticed here that it's big enough to do that. Not that I intend to. But it's good to know.
Monday, 2 July 2012
The first thing I had seen stepping out of the metro station to find my hotel earlier that day was a Lost Cat / Chat Perdu note. Was it a sign? Maybe, except that the French title of the book probably will be Le Détective Triste, The Sad Detective.
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