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International Women’s Day 2013 in Leamington Spa – Women and Girls, Come and Support the Cause!

I shall be selling signed copies of “Mystical Circles” at the International Women’s Day event at The Sydni Centre, Leamington Spa, this afternoon (Friday 8 March 2013).

You can find The Sydni Centre here.

Mystical Circles by SC Skillman

This is a Women and girls only event, held at the SYDNI centre – ALL WELCOME 0-90 – bring your daughters mothers sisters – range of activities and events – live music, singing, dance, self defence, arts workshops, CommunityPhilosophy, discussions, films, food – please come and celebrate the day with us! Free!

Supported by local women, various agencies voluntary & statutory.

The event is from 4-8pm. Do drop in if you’re in the area at that time!

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Jennifer Lawrence, Young Success, and The Gift of The Present Moment

Picture this. who has  won an Oscar, is asked at her press conference: “You’re awfully young to have so much success so far. Do you feel it’s a good thing? You’re not worried about peaking too soon?”

Jennifer Lawrence, winner of best actress award at 2013 Oscars (photo credit CalgaryHerald)

What can she do, but smile, give a baffled grimace and say, “Well, now I am.”

Fortunately, this did bring much laughter, as did her answers to other questions. When I watched this, I thought Jennifer may well have wished she was being questioned by Caesar Flickerman instead.

But this enquiry to the actress who played Katniss in The Hunger Games and has now won as Oscar for her performance in Silver Linings Playbook led me on to these reflections:

How can a young person ever feel they’ve ‘peaked too soon’?

What is she to say? “Oh yes. I’m terrified I’m going to suffer burnout at 30.”

For Jennifer Lawrence, as with any talented, creative young person in a similar position, the recognition she has already received is simply something that has happened to her, which is good, and which she receives with pleasure.

“Peaking too early” and “burnout” are concepts only people with decades of experience in this life can ever grasp.

Many writers and philosophers  have spoken on the subject of time.

Here’s one for both Jennifer Lawrence, and the hapless journalist who questioned her:

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God; which is why we call it the present (Bil Keane).

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The Lovely Bones Movie – New Insight Onto a Terrifying Subject

What could be worse than losing someone you love through untimely death?

Poster for The Lovely Bones movie

And what could be even worse than that?

Losing them through murder.

And then worse than that?

Just imagine – the person you love, who is murdered, is a child, with all life and hope ahead of them.

This is the nightmare scenario for many parents.

And I would share those feelings absolutely. For this reason, when I first read about Alice Sebold’s novel The Lovely Bones it immediately struck me as a novel to avoid reading.

But I watched The Lovely Bones movie on DVD recently.

Why, you may ask? The reason was because my teenage daughter wanted to see it. She’d seen a trailer and found it appealing; she likes the young star of the movie, actress and her friend had recommended her to see it.

So I added it to my “LoveFilm” list and it duly arrived a few days ago.

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold was a book which has elicited very mixed responses. Although we are told “it  received much critical praise and became an instant bestseller” on its publication in 2002, nevertheless I have spoken to people who have described it as “depressing”.

A young girl is raped and murdered by a serial killer and watches her family fall apart, from limbo.

From my point of view, as a romantic suspense author, I thought this a painful and difficult subject to handle in a novel.

Yet upon watching the movie I was totally captivated. The delicacy and beauty and wisdom with which the subject was handled reversed all my expectations.

Without reading the novel, I had thought the premise of the story essentially flawed. Firstly, telling people in this situation to ‘move on’ for its own sake, seems specious. Evidence tells us that in such cases victims above all desire justice – and until they have seen justice to be done, they cannot ‘move on’.

Secondly, to my mind, telling the story from the viewpoint of a murdered child in limbo, seemed to me a device that changes the subject in an artificial way right from the beginning. In this life, any such tragedy would be instantly rendered less agonizing if you knew for sure the lost person was in fact very close to you, present with you, and also in heaven. And of course the idea of wandering around in “limbo” as part of the post-death spiritual journey, is derived from Catholic tradition, and one of the explanations popularly given for ghosts.

I believe that in real life we never do have such immediate and uncontrovertible assurance – with or without religious faith.

So I thought it a very dubious quasi-spiritual approach to such a theme. And yet, in the hands of a skilled director – in this case,  Peter Jackson – a book can be turned into a movie where these difficulties recede, and another message comes through.

In some respects, the subject invites comparison with the book The Shack.

In this book, too, a young girl is lured to a ‘killing place’ and murdered. The story follows the reaction of Missy’s father to this tragedy, and moves on into an exploration of God which, I dare to believe, hs the power to transform our habitual attitudes.

I felt that in each story a device of separation is used: defamiliarisation. It seems that some of the worst experiences in life can only be truly understood from a distance. This has long formed part of the genres of mystery and imagination.

This was well underscored by the music – slow, languorous and dreamlike behind the “In-between world” and edgy clanging discordant notes as the murderer starts to saw wood and construct his next killing den. The visual effects too were very powerful; shadows moving across rays of light “in the blue horizon between heaven and earth” like images in dreams,  and the creepy dismal gloom of the world of grief which the family inhabit, with the father’s initial denial and continuous refusal to let go. Very striking too was the silence behind the murderer as the blackness slides aside to reveal him sitting in his house.

The words “I knew then even though he loved me he had to let me go “  restate the theme, as do the words, “I begin to see thing in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.”

Have you seen the movie? Do you believe that a flawed premise in a novel can be transformed by a movie director? Please share your own thoughts, on this, or on the issues it raises.

Filed under: Books, creative writing, life, literature, love, media, movies, musings, SC Skillman, SC Skillman Author, spirituality, thoughts, Writing Tagged: Alice Sebold, dare to believe, do you believe, dreams images, I believe that, mystery and imagination, Peter Jackson, romantic suspense, SC Skillman author, spiritual, The Lovely Bones movie, the spiritual journey, this life

Take a Look at My Author Interview on Rebeccah Giltrow’s Blog

Hi everyone!

Mystical Circles cover image

Another kind blogger has just published an Author Interview with me. You may like to take a look at the interview here.

Many thanks to Rebeccah Giltrow for giving me this opportunity!

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Literary Criticism, Joseph Conrad Corns and Jane Austen's Irony

A friend recently asked me this question on behalf of her daughter, an Eng Lit A level student: "How do you analyse a novel?" And I tried to be helpful… but what strikes me most about literary criticism is that even though you may analyse a novel on many levels, according to the personal preference of the analyst, none of it  may bear any resemblance to the author's original intention.

I am taken back to my university days; and both Jane Austen and Joseph Conrad rise up before my mind's eye. What is all this about Jane Austen? What is there in her? What is it all about? " wrote Joseph Conrad to HG. Wells in 1902. (See Claire Harman's website for more on this!)

I recall my first Eng Lit seminar at university. Before us was Jane Austen's novel Emma which we'd all been asked to read during the vacation. Our tutor opened by asking, "Does anybody here actually like Jane Austen?"  Silence met this question. Then I foolishly said, "Yes." "Why?" he shot at me. "Her use of irony," I said. "Read me a passage from the book which demonstrates her use of irony," he said. The spotlight was on me. My mind blanked. I flipped through the book, totally unprepared, panicking. "All of it is ironic," I said.

At that time I was naive and unprepared for the kind of critical thinking university study requires of you. I soon became more streetwise, but even so there was no way to avoid being caught out. Another tutor opened a seminar with the words: "Today we are going to look at Sylvia Plath as victim and product of society." Later on in the discussion, he targeted me with the words, "And what about you, Sheila? Surely this relates to your earlier theme, doesn't it?" And I couldn't remember what my earlier theme was.

The final word goes to a third tutor (a world authority on Joseph Conrad with a long list of acclaimed publications behind him) who walked into a seminar room where we sat with Heart of Darkness and The Secreta Agent before us: "Now, come on; who's going to step on my Joseph Conrad corns?" Later we considered Conrad's motif of overweight villains. In The Secret Agent  we read that Mr Verloc is:   "… fat – the animal." "What a horrifying vision of humanity," mused our tutor. "I must slim."

Filed under: Books Tagged: analyse novel, analyse novels, conscious intention of author, critical thinking, Eng Lit, English Literature, Jane Austen, Joseph Conrad, literary criticism, meaning of a novel, Norman Mailer, SC Skillman, seminar, Sylvia Plath, University

Favour, privilege, and royal fairy dust

My son mentioned to me that he had learned from Newsround that Garry Barlow of Take That had asked Prince Harry to sing a line in one of their songs. And that Harry had (so far) refused. This led to thoughts about royal power and privilege; especially as I later watched the excellent TV programme "She-Wolves" presented by Helen Castor, the author of a book of the same name. Only a cursory study of the Plantaganets is needed to remind us that the history of the English monarchy is bloody and turbulent. It is inconceivable these days that a royal figure (in this country) would dare to be seen favouring someone for their personal benefit. And then I arrived at the most interesting element of this:  that we have developed a culture which incentivises royalty to behave in this way.  Royal fairy dust cannot be seen to create personal privilege. Our royal family is truly accountable to the people.

In former times wealth, power and success was in the gift of the monarch. If you fought for the right person, and he won, and got his hands on the throne, you could benefit richly from it – perhaps an estate or a substantial parcel of land, or a magnificent property… And thus we have the stately homes that scatter this country, to our enjoyment, many of which have fallen safely into the care of the National Trust: the fruits of royal privilege, returned to the people.

And so back to the question whether Prince Harry will agree to make a musical contribution to Gary Barlow's Diamond Jubilee song… who knows? But I suspect the answer will remain a courteous and good-humoured "No."

Filed under: Books, culture, history, media Tagged: culture of our nation, Diamond Jubilee, English monarchy, Gary Barlow, Helen Castor, National Trust, Plantaganets, Prince Harry, royal favour, royal privilege, stately homes of England, Take That

How Do You Write About a Character's Thoughts?

This was the question my teenage daughter posed when I said: "Ask me any question about writing novels. What would you like to know?"  So I replied, "Put it in italics." But I hasten to add that I don't think that was the answer she wanted. Nor do I believe it really does provide the solution. So I'll just try and unpack what I think she meant.

There are of course, at a superficial level, 'different ways to write people's thoughts'. The author tells you what the character thinks; or the thoughts are given directly in italics; or the novel is written in first person narration and gives thoughts direct to the reader. Certainly, novels which have directly conveyed the character's thoughts are most powerful, and they haunt my memory. Among them is John Fowles The Collector.  Indeed, this is a terrifying example. Here we are taken by the hand and led into the world of a first person narrator who is criminally insane. We are inside his head. And of one thing we can be sure: we wouldn't like to be at his mercy, or meet him down a dark alley. The second part of the book is told through the viewpoint of his victim. This is a stunningly successful device. With novels like this, any kind of value judgement by the reader is cancelled. I read the book in a state of concentrated attention that was devoid of any sort of "background chatter". I had a similar experience when I read Wladyslaw Szpilman's memoir of survival in Warsaw 1939-45, The Pianist. There are some stories which are so razor-sharp and the events so stark that descriptions of emotion or on-the-spot evaluation by the first person narrator are redundant. A third example can be seen in Susan Hill's The Various Haunts of Men when she takes us inside the mind-set of the killer. Again no judgement is placed upon this by the author; it's unnecessary. His chilling worldview alone makes its impact, alongside our knowledge of the various deceptive roles he plays in society, for the benefit of his victims.

Ultimately the answer to my daughter's question is: be scrupulous, sparing and self-disciplined in the way you show your viewpoint character's thoughts. It's a difficult lesson to learn. Over-indulgence is a sure sign of amateurism. And it's a lesson all but the most brilliant writers never stop learning.

Filed under: Books, Writing Tagged: brilliant writers, character's thoughts, first person narration, SC Skillman, viewpoint, writers, writing novels

Water, Rock, Moon and Ancient Stone

Morton Bagot Church, Warwickshire

Imagine the Warwickshire countryside in silence and darkness. A rabbit running from the headlights. Imagine a radiant moon and bright stars. The fresh rich smell of silage in the night. A tiny ancient church on a hill, lit only by candles within. Imagine rocks, water, Celtic prayers and songs – and you'll know what I was doing last night.

Within the church with its rough stone walls are tall candlesticks and centuries-old choir stalls and pews. And a small group of people  with torches.

We were there with our leader, Annie Heppenstall , to commemorate the life of St Non, Celtic saint - the mother of St David, patron saint of Wales. St David's Day is 1st March, and St Non's Day is 3rd March. To celebrate the highlights of the Celtic calendar in a special place like the church at Morton Bagot recalls the Celtic idea of "a thin place" – a place where the veil between heaven and earth is thin. I've written of this before in my blog post about Sacred Spaces. Many of us can name special places throughout the British Isles which we have felt to be "a thin place." And this tiny church on the hill is one of them.

St Non of Wales presents, in common with many saints, an example of a life which encountered trauma yet overcame. She was an educated woman who chose to devote herself to life as a nun; raped by a prince of the region, she gave birth alone  on a clifftop in a raging storm. When the child she bore grew old enough she entrusted him to the church for his upbringing as many did in those days and resumed her life as a nun. Her son grew to become a holy man himself, and we know him as St David.

For us today, the example of St Non is one of a woman who suffered, lived through trauma and crisis, and triumphed over a bad situation,  coming out the other side, working faithfully with her changed circumstances and then courageously taking up her path again. On the site in Pembrokeshire where Non gave birth, to this day, a pure spring of water flows out from the bedrock where many have come to pray for healing.

SC Skillman

Filed under: faith, history Tagged: anicent church, Annie Heppenstall, Celtic calendar, Celtic saint, Morton Bagot church, Pembrokeshire, sacred spaces, SC Skillman, St David, St Non of Wales, thin place

An Owl in the Starry Night and a Lost Friend

Owl in the Starry Night, oil on canvas, by Sophie Grandvall (2007)

In Birmingham Art Gallery shop I found a card with a picture called "Owl in the Starry Night". Immediately I saw it I thought, Pam. And I bought the card. The image is from an oil painting on canvas by artist Sophie Grandvall (2007) which is in The Bridgeman Art Gallery. And this one image made me think how – in any field of creativity – it is never possible for the creator to anticipate the impact their creation might have on those who receive it.

Pam is a friend I first met when we were both aged five, who died of a severe illness eight years ago. She loved owls. They became her symbol, her motif. She surrounded herself with pictures of them, went to see them in bird sanctuaries, bought owl ornaments and owl-themed household objects, and she gave them as gifts too.  And when I think of her – intelligent, sweet-natured, generous, full of wit and wisdom, I can identify her with the symbolism of the owl and can understand why she loved them.

During the time of our friendship, Pam was a constant through every season. She was often a reassuring presence in my life. If not for her untimely death she would have been a lifelong friend.  When I think about what she meant to me I see her as someone who set my life in perspective: bringing moral and emotional support and a sense of belonging.  She met life's twists and turns with a mischievous humour, giving me the heart to take up the journey afresh. 

Now I think how lucky I was to have had a friend like her; and that she was someone whose memory could be brought alive again by an image of  an owl in the starry night.

 SC Skillman

Filed under: Art Tagged: bereavement, constant through every season, friendship, lifelong friend, loss of a friend, metaphor, owls, power of metaphor, SC Skillman, sense of belonging, untimely death

The Lost World of the Reclusive Bestseller Author

JK Rowling has said, I imagined being a famous writer would be like being Jane Austen, being able to sit at home in the parsonage and your books would be very famous… I didn't think they'd rake through my bins. I didn't expect to be photographed on the beach through long lenses.

JD Salinger and Harper Lee were famously reclusive. Never seen in public, they just quietly wrote novels that became iconic in the 20th century and ended up on every school syllabus. Dan Brown too was reclusive before his plagiarism trial brought him out of the woodwork; now his face is familiar.

Today, authors engage in a Kindle-sales feeding frenzy, blogging their sales figures and Amazon rankings, and spreading in equal measure envy, despair and a mania to replicate their success amongst all the flocks of self promoting self publishing ebook authors. I realise that indie authors are striking back against the publishing establishment, and many enjoy the work of promotion. I applaud them for it.  But my instincts tell me this isn't what authors were meant to do.  Authors were meant to write, and to do what JK Rowling imagined – sit in the parsonage like Jane Austen. Then they handed their finished manuscript over to a publisher who did all the dirty work of marketing, promotion, sales techniques and strategies, and all the devices and desires of publicity.

I recognise this is a totally unrealistic picture, not in tune with today's world at all. And I'm well aware that the relationship between authors and publishers has long had its difficulties. The rural poet John Clare (1793-1864) had troubled dealings with "booksellers" who were then the equivalent to today's publishers. He wrote in his Journal: I would advise young authors not to be upon too close friendships with booksellers…their friendships are always built upon speculations of profit like a farmer showing his sample…if a book suits then they write a fine friendly letter to the author…if not they neglect to write till the author is impatient and then comes a note declining to publish mixed with a seasoning of petulance in exchange for his anxiety.   And I do know I really ought to let down my golden hair from this small room in a tower where I write these words.

Authors are often introverts, shy, retiring. Now they cannot be allowed the luxury of being an INFP on the Myers Briggs Personality Type scale. Accuse me of languishing in my ivory tower if you will. But allow me to post a promotional video (made by my daughter) beneath these words and thus negate the point I am making. And cherish the lost world of the reclusive author.

SC Skillman

Filed under: Books, Writing Tagged: Dan Brown, famous writer, Harper Lee, JD Salinger, JK Rowling, novels, publishers, reclusive bestseller, sales figures, sales figures and Amazon rankings, SC Skillman