Farah Damji's Blog - Posts Tagged "arcati"
The book launch is about three weeks away, no idea where it will be just yet, just that I don't want to do the traditional "done thing" of sitting at a table and reading from my book, then signing multiple copies while I pretend to be interested in a bunch of random people. All I do know is that cases of vodka have been secured. What else do we need guys?
That sounds terrible. I am interested, of course I am, in proper interaction with people who are interested enough to read my books. But can you imagine, at a reading, right where would I start? Girl on girl sex? S + M with the editor of London's renowned Observer magazine? Maybe a little Alice-in-Wonderland journey through the rabbit hole into the byzantine world of courts and Judges.
I am thinking of having the book party at the newly opened Turkish baths in Shoreditch. But Publisher lady thinks it might be a step too far left field. I have three weeks to win her round. Some pretty cool news interviews lined up in some cool, unexpected places. Then there's that 48 sheet billboard,on the Great West Way, no just kidding.
It's been an interesting week for on-line interviews too. The lovely Madame Arcati http://tinyurl.com/mll6ry (no one knows who s/he is, s/he has taken her name from Blythe Spirit, Noel Coward's play) posted her very clever interview earlier in ths week. Clever because of her questions, nothing to do with my answers. The blog went into meltdown and became host to what she described as "a war." It's all in good fun folks, but the comments are not for the faint of heart and the Farah-bashing got a bit bruising.
I'm told this is just a precursor to what it will be like when the book is out. Ask if I care. Bucket? Check. Spade? Check. Tin hat? Check. I'm ready.
No, I actually don't care.
I wrote this book for me, about me, to understand myself and if it's given me anything, it's given me the clarity of mind not to worry about other people's opinions. Oh of course I had a wobble mid-week when the comments became personal and vicious (I am fat, hairy and not very pretty) but I am told by the people I love who love me back, who actually KNOW me, that that just isn't true. So what other affirmation do I need? Oh and I lost two FaceBook "friends" as a result of some stupid fake Arcati (don't even ask me how that works because I don't get it either) sent messages claiming to be from me, to people about me and from people to me. Interestingly the men who received these "messages" ignored them. Two women, whom I hardly know and don't want to know any better than I do, reacted viciously and with huge ego. Women are for sure the more complicated sex.
In the immortal words of Aunty M
"Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another."
Listen and learn people. I am.
That sounds terrible. I am interested, of course I am, in proper interaction with people who are interested enough to read my books. But can you imagine, at a reading, right where would I start? Girl on girl sex? S + M with the editor of London's renowned Observer magazine? Maybe a little Alice-in-Wonderland journey through the rabbit hole into the byzantine world of courts and Judges.
I am thinking of having the book party at the newly opened Turkish baths in Shoreditch. But Publisher lady thinks it might be a step too far left field. I have three weeks to win her round. Some pretty cool news interviews lined up in some cool, unexpected places. Then there's that 48 sheet billboard,on the Great West Way, no just kidding.
It's been an interesting week for on-line interviews too. The lovely Madame Arcati http://tinyurl.com/mll6ry (no one knows who s/he is, s/he has taken her name from Blythe Spirit, Noel Coward's play) posted her very clever interview earlier in ths week. Clever because of her questions, nothing to do with my answers. The blog went into meltdown and became host to what she described as "a war." It's all in good fun folks, but the comments are not for the faint of heart and the Farah-bashing got a bit bruising.
I'm told this is just a precursor to what it will be like when the book is out. Ask if I care. Bucket? Check. Spade? Check. Tin hat? Check. I'm ready.
No, I actually don't care.
I wrote this book for me, about me, to understand myself and if it's given me anything, it's given me the clarity of mind not to worry about other people's opinions. Oh of course I had a wobble mid-week when the comments became personal and vicious (I am fat, hairy and not very pretty) but I am told by the people I love who love me back, who actually KNOW me, that that just isn't true. So what other affirmation do I need? Oh and I lost two FaceBook "friends" as a result of some stupid fake Arcati (don't even ask me how that works because I don't get it either) sent messages claiming to be from me, to people about me and from people to me. Interestingly the men who received these "messages" ignored them. Two women, whom I hardly know and don't want to know any better than I do, reacted viciously and with huge ego. Women are for sure the more complicated sex.
In the immortal words of Aunty M
"Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another."
Listen and learn people. I am.
