Thursday 2 August 2012

A Divorced Lady in Cornwall

Now that I am typing with a fan on my back and it is 40 degrees outside, my trip to the Penzance Literary Festival seems to have happened in another universe. A cooler, windier one where where socks were worn and a trench coat was contemplated.

I set out from Victoria Station in London on - my friend couldn't believe this Euro-punishment choice - a National Express coach. It was long, 10 hours long. Are these the sacrifices poor writers have to make? That thought niggled as I bobbed sleeplessly in my seat.





Dawn came sweetly however, over postcard villages of stone houses and boats dozing in rivers. Cornwall, I had been told, doesn't like to call itself a part of England. I know that feeling, coming from a dusty hinterland of the empire. I wondered how early I could ask for a pint without seeming, well, indecent.

First up on Day One was Festival Patron Patrick Gale, whose most recent novel, 'A Perfectly Good Man' had been tucked in my handbag over the previous week. Patrick read beautifully from his elegant work, although the more I looked at the crowd around me, the way all faces were turned up and expectant, and the more I studied Patrick himself, a seasoned performer I saw, but still sweating slightly under the yellowy lights, the more I wanted to run away and catch the next bus back to London.

I haven't done a lot of public speaking in the years since I was a debating nerd in school. I've also developed blushing into an art form. A friend called it charming once. I wanted to slog her. Since the book has come out I've had to speak at the launch and do a few readings and book club meetings, phone interviews with journalists and a radio interview in Italian. I've had to Man Up. A strategic drink can help, and I confess I've done one telephone interview in a my pyjamas sitting on a bench outside, stroking my cat. Not so chic, hey?

Last week I was given some essential advice from a friend at the receiving end of my deranged texts. She reminded me that I am the person who knows my book the most, and that I should own these public speaking moments because I have worked so hard to produce and publish this silly book. Doesn't that already make you feel lighter, hardier?

On Day Three at 2pm in the Acorn Theatre I met Sarah Duncan ('Kissing Mr. Wrong') and Liz Fenwick ('The Cornish House'). Both lovely ladies who immediately set me at ease. We moved onto the stage. The lights were turned on. Jugs of water appeared. We all crossed our legs in the most lady-like way.

The session went swimmingly. Not a full hall, but a warm one. Our topic was 'How Did I Get Here?'. Liz was billed as 'a much travelled mother who divides her time between Dubai and Cornwall'. And I was 'an Australian who ran away to Paris at the age of 21'. I managed to not talk too much about silly things such as food-in-Italy, men-in-Italy, shoes-in-Italy. I think. And we also touched upon vital subjects such as method, inspiration and of course '50 Shades of Grey' and the E-book phenomenon. Sarah was a wonderful host and Liz a great speaker. I can honestly say I enjoyed myself more than I could ever have imagined!

And I didn't blush, trip or splutter!

I could indeed write a lot more about the thoroughly inspiring series of events organised by the charming Peter Levin. The theme of the festival being Journeys, there were authors whose work is set all over the world; there were technical sessions about the business of writing; poetry readings and appearances by young adult writers. And in the evening the Acorn Theatre became alive with music - such as the original and talented Bookshop Band who write haunting songs recounting characters and book themes.

Though I confess I never tried a Cornish pasty, I think I've fallen for Penzance. I hope my publisher doesn't mind me playing around with my cover. This was an unscripted Iphone photo that was too kooky to let go.

12 comments:

  1. No blushing?! No sputtering?! See, it really can become old-hat.

    Love the book cover. And honestly, how fun would be to come up with a Divorced Lady story for Cornwall. I do believe hilarity would ensue.

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    1. I think it would involve a lot of local beer, and perhaps wearing a lady-pirate costume every other day.

      I tell you the gardens were gorgeous!! With people thrown down on the grass reading books, and all through Penzance there were lots of comfy chairs sitting in bay windows. I could certainly hang out there a long while! And the place was just full of stories waiting to be scribbled down. It wouldn't be so hard to find my characters...

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  2. I've still never been to Cornwall. Must go. I'm glad the hall was warm and that you enjoyed yourself!

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    1. Why don't you you come to Matera? That's where I'm doing my next festival - where Mel Gibson filmed 'The Passion of Christ'?

      Can't you just imagine - 'The Passion of Catherine'? Don't tempt me!

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  3. Love the unscripted cover! Glad you've been enjoying the attention for your book - much deserved. Ten hours on a bus - guess it's nothing compared to twenty-four on a plane to visit Oz? - but it takes a certain kind of tenacious brain to find that enjoyable!

    Cornwall would be a fun setting for your Divorced Lady :)

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    1. See above re cover mischief. Yes I really didn't imagine I would have so much FUN. What on earth doses that mean?? I'm used to being tucked away here doing revisions chained to my tractor/computer.

      And yes I am a travel masochist. Don't even get me started. Thirty-four hours on a train in Ghana? To travel four hours up the road?

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  4. It's a shame that you didn't try a cornish pasty, but I love your take on the cover and the fact that you had a great time in Penzance :-) All the best for Matera Cat!

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    1. Thanks Cathy! I can't wait and it will certainly be less hot in September than it is in northern Italy right now! Penzance is beautiful!! xcat

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  5. You did it, you did it! No blushing, spluttering, drunken hecklers or anything! Go ON, get yourself a pasty. You deserve it.

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    1. Could I change the pasty for another pint of local bitter and some fish and chips? Xxcat

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  6. Oh how I wish I could have been there to applaud you all, laugh with you all, and learn from you all! Particularly you. Congratulations :) xo

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    1. I'm not sure there would have been that much to learn, but my first paragraph read aloud in Sarah's lovely BBC voice was quite a thrill. She kept saying my book was RACEY and winking at the crowd. A lot of fun!!!

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