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New York, New York…

by clairehennessy

Sometime last year I began getting New York cravings, which is most unlike me. You know those people who love travelling, those starry-eyed-with-wanderlust types? That’s not me. The thought of backpacking anywhere fills me with horror. And as someone who uses and loves words, the frustrations of being somewhere where you don’t understand or speak the language overwhelm the charms of new-shiny-magical-experiences. (I am a pretty boring person, really. It’s what happens when you live inside your head a lot.)

But I’d been to New York a few years before, and loved it, or at least the pieces I’d seen (almost entirely Manhattan-ish). And the cravings hit. And then Laura mentioned she was planning on visiting there again soon…

(Her thoughts and indeed photos are up, for any of you that are interested!)

So, yes. Some high points:

–> William Shatner is currently doing a one-man show on Broadway (running for only three weeks – may be just finishing up now, actually). Did not know this ’til I arrived and passed by a theatre/theater with his face and ‘Shatner’s World’ on it. Was clearly fate. It. Was. Awesome.

–> Saw a wonderful cast including Alan Rickman in a marvellous play called Seminar, in which he plays a grumpy, snarky writing teacher. IT IS GENIUS. So many wonderful moments, and comments ranging from insightful to deranged on the matter of writing. And, y’know, Alan Rickman.

–> The New York Public Library is very very pretty altogether. I love the Lego lions inside the main entrance.

–> Know it’s a cliche, but, oh, the view from the Empire State Building observation deck at night… wow.

–> There is lots and lots of art in the Guggenheim, the Met, and MOMA. (How many water lilies did Monet paint, incidentally?! Sheesh.)

–> The Strand remains my favourite real-life bookshop.

Okay, apparently I have much more to say about the Broadway things than the sights. But I have scribbles about the sights, in a notebook, along with other thoughts and notes and plans. I left feeling slightly overwhelmed but also inspired – like what Julia Cameron calls ‘artist dates’, but turned up to eleven. Work has been slightly manic this past week or so, but I’m keeping that notebook nearby and will turn it into something a little more whole by the end of the year, hopefully.

Next up on the blog this week: book-review post! Including some things first read on – gasp! – Kindle.


Defying Gravity (yes, this is about what you think it’s about)

by clairehennessy

Last weekend, over in London, I saw one of my very favouritest musicals on stage again. I may have mentioned my slight fondness for Wicked before, but what struck me this time was how much more there is to the musical than just the music. The songs are fabulous, and I love them, but there are so many moments and bits of dialogue and scenes that are just wonderful, and that provide a context for the songs to make them extra-shiveringly-wonderful when you see them on stage.

So, yes, obligatory YouTube video!

(I think ‘Defying Gravity’ is probably the most extraordinary one in terms of the set and special effects, but ‘For Good’ is just gorgeous.)

I also encountered The Tulip for the first time ever, which I was partly amazed and partly horrified by. It’s a wine glass shape, which is infinitely classier than normal plastic cups, and yes you can tell the difference, but it also has a yoghurt-style foil lid thing. Very odd experience, pulling such a thing off a surprisingly drinkable wine. The wonders of technology!


Resolutions I have not made for 2012

by clairehennessy
  1. Be more profound on Twitter
  2. Join a gym
  3. Read more books
  4. Take up scuba diving
  5. Give up cheese, wine and chocolate
  6. Get up at 5am every day
  7. Learn a foreign language

You’ve got to know your limits.


Hi there, 2011

by clairehennessy

If it hurts too much, step away, or do something to change it.

I’ve been trying to think of what I learned in 2010 (or re-learned, as so many of these things are really about – we usually know the wisest thing to do but need to keep learning what it is or that it’s okay to do it or that we’re brave/strong/whatever enough to do it). A few not-so-great things happened. A few fabulously-great things happened.

I like unifying themes, and it’s taken me ’til now to see what the one for 2010 was. Question what you’re doing, and why, and whether it needs to be that way. Question the people in your life, and what role you have in each other’s lives, and why. We don’t always have the power to cut people out of our lives entirely (or, conversely, to keep them in our lives if they’d rather not be), but we usually have a choice about some element of our interaction with them.

It feels a little vague and amorphous to have this as a New Year’s Resolution, to remember this, but that’s what most resolutions come down to, I guess – identifying what we have control over, and what we want to do with that power. Or as the Serenity Prayer has it…

Grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

(Why, yes, I am a Serenity Prayer junkie. I do make a point of omitting any deities though. More like imploring the universe. I used to believe in the Exam Gods but only in the sense that you could anger them with comments like “Yeah, that paper was dead easy” or “I think I did really well on that exam”, they were never benevolent.)


The writing life; the reading life

by clairehennessy

Two links:

I really like this post by YA writer Lara M Zeises (aka Lola Douglas) on the ‘working writer’ life. So much of what’s out there on the interwebs about writing is about ‘how to make it a career’ rather than ‘how to love doing it’, and it’s refreshing to see an honest take about one can sometimes mean giving up the other.

And also: YA author Barry Lyga on his year of not reading kids’ books. Reading within your field when it’s kidlit is slightly different from reading within a genre field, I think – it’s a different set of parameters (there’s such a wide range of genres in children’s fiction, but then a narrow range of ages for the protagonists) but it’s always worth looking at your own default settings and trying to push beyond the boundaries of what you’d normally read.

I’m keeping writing- and reading-related things in mind when developing New Year’s resolutions (as far as I’m concerned, 2011 properly begins January 4th, after the weekend and bank holiday – who in their right mind can start all that energetic self-improvement jazz on the 1st?) – how to benefit most from what you’re writing and reading, while still keeping the love.


Looking towards 2010

by clairehennessy

2009: the round-up.

Personal etc:
Transition from ‘student/writer/teacher’ to ‘writer/teacher/company director’. The year lurched from ‘crazy intense finishing-of-degree’ to ‘crazy intense starting-up Big Smoke’, and it’s been crazy and intense and wonderful. And pretty much what everyone says about self-employment/small-business-ownership, re: the difficulty of genuinely having ‘time off’, but, y’know.

More importantly…

TV shows I have loved in 2009
The West Wing, which I watched for the very first time, in its entirety, over the summer. Oh, idealistic liberalism! Oh, Josh and Sam and Leo and Jed and Abby and CJ and Donna and Charlie and Will… finally I understand the love.
The Big Bang Theory, because it is nerdily delightful. Oh, Sheldon. Rock paper scissors lizard Spock!
– the old favourites of How I Met Your Mother, Desperate Housewives, and Grey’s Anatomy.

Musical delights of 2009
– TAYLOR SWIFT.
– Jedward (okay, not so much for the music, and more so for the hair.)
– I can’t think of any others. *shame*

Favourite books read in 2009

For kids
Cathy Cassidy – Driftwood
Ann M Martin – Belle Teal

For teens
Kristin Cashore – Graceling
Jane Eagland – Wildthorn
Abby McDonald – Sophomore Switch (Life Swap)
Susan Vaught – Big Fat Manifesto
Deb Caletti – The Secret Life of Prince Charming
Madeleine George – Looks
Adele Geras – Watching The Roses

For adults
Sarah Waters – Affinity
Claire Kilroy – All Names Have Been Changed
Sandra Gulland – Tales of Passion, Tales of Woe
Marilyn French – The Women’s Room

Non-fiction
Rachel Simmons – The Curse of the Good Girl
Catherine Orenstein – Little Red Riding Hood Uncloaked
Louise Doughty – A Novel In A Year

Short stories
David Levithan – ‘A Word from the Nearly Distant Past (in Michael Cart, ed., How Beautiful the Ordinary)
Bruce Coville – ‘Saying No to Nick’ (in Twice Told: Original Stories Inspired by Original Art)

2010: the goals/aspirations/hopes/dreams.
Honestly? I still feel like I’m recovering from 2009. 2010 goals can wait for another few weeks, at least.

Happy New Year, folks. Here’s hoping it’s a good one.


Ah, holidays.

by clairehennessy

I had a dream. I had a lovely wonderful dream that I would be so terribly organised that my Christmas holidays could begin on December 15th (right after finishing my last class and finishing up the paperwork for it) and then I could do some nice organising-of-teaching-resources that I’ve been saying to myself I ‘really must do’ for the past couple of years, and instead I’ve spent December at the sort of low-level sickness that lets you go and teach for a couple of hours and then go home and collapse and not do very much of All The Other Things One Should Be Doing. So on December 23rd I decided I was taking Christmas holidays, and a lot of Lemsip.

And still I have the guilt, for which I blame the ol’ Catholic upbringing. Plus the same cough/cold combo I’ve had for weeks. (I’ve just started watching House, in which there is much Ominous Coughing, so there’s a lot of self-diagnosis/hypochondria going on during the viewing process.) I think among my 2010 goals will be to actually learn how to take time off without feeling guilty, even though a little voice in my head is saying “but then you will get nothing done, and become lazy and unmotivated and useless!” Quiet, little voice! Quiet!

This could get a lot more neurotic, but let’s have a pretty segue into dream furniture… I really want a chair that is also a bookcase. Sadly, do not think any Irish shops stock such a thing of wonder. But I love the idea of a bookcase chair. Possibly more in theory than actuality.


Things on a Monday

by clairehennessy

Emma Donoghue has a new novel out next year, as well as a non-fiction book. Shiny.

Laura Cassidy, whose bound-to-be-shiny YA book is out in 2011, suggests gift books for this Christmas.

Information is already available about Inkwell 4 Kids, running next summer.

If it wasn’t for Jedward, there would be no such quotes as “We met Queen. The band, not the Queen.” and “I have to judge you in Jedward-land, wherever that planet exists.” And that would be tragic, even though they still cannot sing. Or do anything in time with one another. Hee.

Goal for some point before the end of the month: book-review post thingy. Indeed.


Where does the time go? And also apparitions. (Who knew?)

by clairehennessy

So there was another round of bookish visits and talks and sessions in Meath for the Bookfest, and now it’s nearly November. I’m going back-and-forth about whether or not to do Nanowrimo. I do have a busy November, part of which involves writing something (non-fictiony) as well as classes, meetings etc, but November’s busy for most people, that’s sort of the whole point. Write when you’re busy and you’ll make the time; write when you’ve all the time in the world and your CDs will be in alphabetical order and the house will be spotless and there’ll be ten words on the page.

I’ll probably decide on Halloween, around 11.55pm. (There are tentative plans involving Going Out, but Saturdays are busy days for me and I’m not a fan of fancy dress, anyway.)

***

The madness at Knock is interesting and delighted to see they have Eugene Hynes commenting on it. Hynes’s book on Knock is very well put-together, and pretty much your one-stop guide to everything you need to know about nineteenth-century Knock. (I may have written an essay on Knock and its apparition, particularly it in the context of other nineteenth-century apparitions in Europe. And to think I had assumed all of my history learning would never be of any real use.)

I think it’s David Blackbourn, in his book on the Marpingen apparitions in the 1870s (ah, 1870s, Apparitionfest for so much of Europe) who talks about the idea of visions as ‘passive resistance’ – a way for relatively powerless people to resist those in power (corrupt and oppressive politicians?) by invoking the idea of divine disapproval of them. So, you know, that’s interesting. But the thing about apparitions is, obviously, that they’re constructed. Not that they’re imagined but they’re imagined collectively. And all the reports we have of nineteenth-century Knock are written. They’re from testimonies taken by priests, interviews in the church, where people were asked leading questions (i.e. not “What did you see?” but “When did you come upon the apparition?”), several weeks after the original incident, and where people had also been told beforehand what they were about to see. So to say that “The apparition of 1879 was neither sought nor expected by the humble, honest people who were its astonished witnesses…”, as the present Archbishop of Tuam does, is nonsense.

But Hynes’s point about why people are paying attention to this guy, when apparitions and visions (the Catholic church distinguishes between the two, incidentally) are pretty common, is interesting, and it’s also interesting that with the internet, with the ability for almost instant reporting of events, that this is happening. Because on the one hand it facilitates it – it spreads the ideas faster – and on the other hand it works against it. The idea of an apparition or even of a seer – think Bernadette – needs people to agree on what’s going on, and for that to happen, they need a bit of space before things get written down or officially reported. Not to collude in a deception, but to engage in that process that everyone does where they agree with others and their own interpretation of an event is altered slightly because of it. St Bernadette, who by the way was on my list for ‘People from history I would invite to a dinner party’ so I could have someone who’d witnessed an apparition (I was going to put her sitting next to Voltaire, because, y’know, that’d be fun, right?), saw a small girl about her own age and size and behaved as though she was playing with a friend; this got adapted into the more appropriate maternal Virgin Mary idea by those who watched and reported.

I don’t think it’s ever as simple as ‘lunatic claims something, people mindlessly follow because they want to believe in something’, because why that particular something, why is this guy convincing, why at this particular point in time (beyond the vagueness of ‘economic climate’) do people gather in the hope of seeing an apparition?

I bet historians of the future will blame NAMA or Stephen Gately’s death. Or both.


Another week

by clairehennessy

So there was Cork, where there were library visits and talks. I like doing them, especially when they go really well – I had a couple of really-and-truly lovely groups and they were an absolute joy, time flew by – but they are slightly tiring sometimes. Then teaching all day Saturday, and off to a lovely girls’ night in at a friend’s, and then watching the last third of Grey’s Anatomy Season 5, which I’d missed most of last year, on DVD.

Which was possibly far too much melodrama for one day, but oh gosh. That season finale! I adore the new characters brought in during S5 though – and Wikipedia has just told me that Kevin McKidd was in Father Ted and now I really want to rewatch that episode because I can’t imagine him not being Owen Hunt with all his angst and pain and fascinatingness. And Arizona! Oh, Arizona who roller-skates and is cute and perky and fabulous at her job and kisses Callie. I am not sure which of them I love more. And Meredith being slightly more well-adjusted than usual (but I do adore Meredith, more than is reasonable according to many people) and Derek being a brat. (So very much not a McDreamy fan.) Good times.

And now it is Monday and it’s another week and saying “it’s been a long week” seems slightly ridiculous and absurd when it’s only just begun. So I’ll stop yammering now, methinks…


Children’s Book Festival, and other ramblings

by clairehennessy

So somehow it’s October, which means Children’s Book Festival, which means I’m in Cork later this week, visiting various libraries, and doing the same in Meath next week. And also had the Bubblegum Club Book Bash last Saturday, which was very cool and wonderful and there were chicken nuggets. (“Miss, you can go ahead in the line if you’re looking for real food. This is just chicken nuggets and chips.” “Yes. And?”)

Judi Curtin, Don Conroy and Marita Conlon-McKenna read. Derek Landy was fabulousness personified and wants to marry Snow White. Sarah Webb, organiser extraordinaire (and creator of Aunt Clover! Yes, I read the Amy Green books purely for Clover) sings enthusiastically. David Maybury draws balloon-authors expertly. And Sarah Rees Brennan really and truly can’t be unspoilery. Very fun book-lovery day and I got chatting to some lovely reader-y types too. Yay!

Same day we had our Big Smoke moment of newsworthiness with this piece in the Irish Times Magazine. In which tea was correctly identified as the tie that binds us.

I’m still not sure how it’s October. October is a month with a lot happening. CTYI classes start back in October. I have Song and Writing at the end of the month. It’s October, and I don’t know how that happened. I want to make lists. Lists for here. Of various kinds of favourite books. I also want to, you know, write stuff. Might be an idea. So lists may have to wait ’til, oh, 2010. 2012. Whenever.

(Hi and welcome to the new blog, by the way!)


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