Tuesday 26 May 2009

Is it me or does this lend a certain confusion?











This is a Times Online excerpt of an interview with Helen Oyeyemi, the writer of Icarus Girl.

Here, she talks about her new book, White is for Witching. I am... confused.

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Oyeyemi neatly summarises White is for Witching as the story of a “starving girl and a xenophobic house”. In it, Miranda Silver, her twin brother, Eliot, and their French father run a large guesthouse in Dover, the building itself a sentient if deranged soul. Miranda suffers from pica, a condition that compels her to eat only chalk. It worsens after the killing of her photographer mother in Haiti and she goes into psychiatric care. (“Female craziness is something I’m very interested in,” Oyeyemi says, “how it can manifest itself, what it means, what pressures force someone into these behaviours. I’m pretty much obsessed with madness.”) Several voices recount the ensuing events: Miranda gets into Cambridge. She falls in love with a black girl. She vanishes.

“I wanted to write a vampire story,” Oyeyemi explains. “After I graduated, I volunteered in South Africa for a few months. I was staying in this town called Paarl, and everyone wanted to talk about race all the time. I started to feel strange . . . I got this flu-like illness and spent a lot of time in bed with Dracula in the dark wing of this big house. I was feverish. I started thinking that vampire stories were a lot to do with the fear of the outsider, because you’ve got this foreign count with this unnatural appetite,” she says, building momentum. “I thought, what’s an unnatural appetite? A girl who eats chalk, but probably with a desire to eat something else.” The result is not a conventional vampire story; there are no fangs, bats or archvillains.

Monday 25 May 2009

May Day! May Day!!

Ah ha!!
Finally, I am putting down some intrepid lines!
So what has been happening?

In February, one of my short stories, Kilmoro River was accepted for publication as part of an anthology on African writing.

In March, I feverishly entered several competitions, one of which was Diverse Voices in February and was informed I had been long-listed.

In April, I was shortlisted for my children's book "Gbenga and the reticent chromosome".

In May, I was accepted for a Masters programme in the UK. Yes, for writers. I have accepted. Hmmm...

I think the last is perhaps the most nail-biting because it was the most recent and it will entail actually committing to hard work for several long months.

This wish and willingness to take part in such a course is actually very interesting given that I was one to previously scorn writing courses at the post-graduate level. Surely, I thought, you can't teach natural talent? Why do a course on something you already know how to do?

I have only come round (yes, a 360 turn) simply because I have convinced myself that it can only improve what I think I have and could otherwise help polish some of the atrocious authorship errors I may otherwise commit. (I am of course not admitting to any from the past).

I have other projects in the works and I hope I will actually be able to keep my promise (this time) and from now on keep updating the info on this blog. Let's all hear an Amen!

For now, adios.