Hollywood and the Americanization of my (our?) South African mind The first TV event I remember getting a real kick out of was Knight Rider. I call it an event because it was the digital Dark Ages of 1982. Television broadcasting had been in South Africa for only eight years and people were still throwingContinue reading "America Dreaming"
Now I know you’ve just been holding your breath for this…
Samantha Shannon and Big Publishing, an interview about The Fulcrum (with Easter eggs), and a writing course …sitting on tenterhooks for it, clawing at your eyes and clothes for it, literally even maybe dying for it, but my best – and frankly only – excuse for not newslettering is that I’m busy with my next book andContinue reading "Now I know you’ve just been holding your breath for this…"
A rose by any other name (might vibe differently with test groups)
This past week has been one of events, friends. One of these was an end-of-Fame-Week party hosted by my screen agent* where I got to rub shoulders with people well-versed in the language of success and consider the nature of my name. Once again. You see, the people at the party weren’t only very successful,Continue reading "A rose by any other name (might vibe differently with test groups)"
Into the dreaming
If you’re an avid reader, this post is not for you. This is a post for lapsed readers whose brains have been fried by social media and who long to read again but don’t know where to start… Last Saturday I sat in a room with about 117 strangers, all of us hallucinating and timeContinue reading "Into the dreaming"
Losing my religion
Maybe it's in the stars, maybe it's a midlife crisis I went to see a Vedic astrologer the other day. She was a fey, dreamy sort of youngling who told me all sorts of things that were lovely to hear, and made me question the value of good news. But one thing she said stoodContinue reading "Losing my religion"