Saturday, 11 January 2014

Pamplemousse Dreams!

It must be said that I'm not much of a follower of fashion, but in Paris in June/July 2013 I was immediately aware that Paris was awash in an orangey hue.

I came to calling it pamplemousse (grapefruit), after finding inspiration in the windows of Hugo and Victor.

Petale de Pamplemousse
not a great picture sadly, as it's pas de photo at H&V
it looks a bit too pink

Pamplemousse was everywhere, in the shops

Pamplemousse for little girls

Pamplemousse for little boys

Pamplemousse for pregnant ladies

Pamplemousse for your feet

Head to toe Pamplemousse, for day

or night
Pamplemousse scarves natch
Bags of Pamplemousse

Perhaps the prettiest Pamplemousse I saw
little girl dresses on sale at Galeries Lafayette

And on the streets,

or the bridges (Pont des Arts)

Worn by flower toting men

and by women

Even the tourists were in on the Pamplemousse action

 Pamplemousse was everywhere.

At the supermarket

In the Jardin du Luxembourg

On lips

At Au Nom de la Rose

Les stylos de pamplemousse

Les livres de pamplemousse

Pamplemousse ETs
Even inside the ET for my birthday lunch
at Le Jules Verne
there were bags of Pamplemousse on display

Decking out the boulangerie

And now I finally know why! Sometimes inspiration and answers can come from the most unexpected places.  Sometimes late at night you'll be sitting on the couch, kind of watching the tennis with Mr Wicker, but mostly reading the weekend papers. Sometimes you find knowledge there, or inspiration. Recently I was reading an article telling me that Radiant Orchid is the official colour of 2014. I hadn't known that there was an official annual colour. But it seems Pantone have been doing it for some time. Since 2000 actually.

Emerald did really turn out to be a big colour last year, and so did the red-orange "tangerine tango" the year before. 

Red-orange "tangerine tango"! Could it be? Yes it was. Pamplemousse! I think I like the name pamplemousse better than tangerine tango to be honest. So even though pamplemousse was the colour of 2012 I'm certain that's why I saw it in Paris in 2013 (and am still seeing it even now on the streets in Australia).

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Friday, 10 January 2014

Tolkien's Gown


I found this book in my local library catalogue when I was searching out stuff about Lord of the Flies which I read a few months ago. I've heard Rick Gekoski interviewed on radio before, and was always impressed by him, so I thought I'd have a look at the book, and just read the bits about Lord of the Flies. Well, you can be pretty sure that didn't happen. The chapter on Lord of the Flies was so amazing, that pretty soon I was cruising the other chapters too. Eventually I gave up and read the book front to back. Which is possibly not the best way to read it. But it works just as well.

Rick Gekoski is quite an amazing man. Rare book dealer. Author. Columnist at The Guardian. All round learned guy. "Tolkien's Gown traces the publishing history of twenty significant modern books, each of which is sought after by collectors of first editions."

in a lifetime spent with books, what has often fascinated me is how easily even the most famous of books could have been other than what it is. Authors rewrite compulsively, and are never sure when a manuscript has found its final form. Editors and publishers, even friends, often have an immeasurable impact on the final form of a text. So a published book, frequently, is a collaborative effort, to which on the name of the author is eventually attached.

There are wonderful tales about each and every of these twenty books, all peopled with extraordinary characters. Tolkien's Gown began as a radio series on BBC 4, Rare Books, Rare People. Twelve of the chapters were originally broadcast there. They have been updated and expanded for the book. Somewhat surprisingly for me, I've read quite a few of the featured books. Lord of the Flies. Lolita. The Hobbit. The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. The Tale of Peter Rabbit. Sons and Lovers (well, I read about the first 7 pages in high school, the longest 3 hours of my life).

Others I've heard of of course but not read- On the Road, Ulysses, Animal Farm, Satanic Voices, A Confederacy of Dunces. Seven Pillars of Wisdom. And there was a few I'd never heard of at all- Hemingway's first book- Three Stories and Ten Poems, Sylvia Plath's The Colossus, T.S Eliot's Poems (1919), Philip Larkin's High Windows (there's a bit of a poetry theme here it seems), or Graham Greene's After Two Years.

Each chapter was fascinating though in its own right. There are lots of amazing facts:

Beatrix Potter self published Peter Rabbit.

On The Road was written on a 120-foot long roll of teletype paper.

Tolkien admitted that Beowulf was a major source for The Hobbit.

Ulysses was published in chapters, 'episodes', to provide Joyce with a cash-flow while he was writing it.

Virginia Woolf published T.S Eliot.

But Rick tells stories, and doesn't just list facts. He has a delightful turn of phrase and is a pleasure to read. The discussion of each and every book was broad ranging and expansive, universally fascinating- even those I hadn't heard of before. Rick uses lots of cool words, like capacious, mephitic, rakish and jejune. He is marvellously opinionated at times. Rick is also well connected to the rich and famous, with customers like Julian Barnes and Bernie Taupin. He lived upstairs from Tolkien for a while at 21 Merton Street, Oxford. He worked with the "somewhat resistant and truculent" William Golding on a bibliography of his works. He seems to hang out with Dame Edna, including his author photo inside the back cover.

Rick has some interesting thoughts about children's books in his chapter on the Tale of Peter Rabbit.

That's the problem with children's books. Children handle them, with grubby little hands. They love the rhythm and repetition of the same story, read over and over until they know it by heart. Rereading is one of the delights of childhood. It makes the world safe and predictable, but it's murder on the books. 
… collecting children's books, which is a form of nostalgia engaged in largely by the middle-aged, intent on recapturing some of the magic of childhood...

I'm very keen to read more by Rick Gekoski. Even if, gasp, Rick seems to be moving away from reading actual books.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Bestselling Books in Australia 2013

Well the figures are in. Nielsen Bookscan have released their list of the 10 bestselling books in Australia for 2103.

Even though the validity of these figures have been questioned, I always find them interesting. They are at least representative of something.

It's always a bit surprising to me the books that make these lists.




1. Hard Luck: Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Jeff Kinney. Puffin. 228, 400



2. Jamie's 15-Minute Meals, Jamie Oliver. Michael Joseph. 173, 800



3. Inferno, Dan Brown. Bantam. 173, 400



4. Save with Jamie, Jamie Oliver. Michael Joseph. 157, 300



5. The 39-Storey Treehouse. Andy Griffiths and Terry Denton. Pan Macmillan. 136, 200



6. The Tournament, Matthew Reilly. Pan Macmillan. 114, 400



7. Guinness World Records 2014. Guiness World Records. 97, 300



8. I Quit Sugar, Sarah Wilson. Macmillan. 92, 400 (see my review)



9. Ponting: At the Close of Play, Ricky Ponting. HarperSports. 89, 100



10. The Storyteller, Jodi Picoult. Allen & Unwin. 88, 600

Hmm, I've managed to read one. I Quit Sugar. And have meant to read another one- The 39-Storey Treehouse. I've read the first two books in the series, but haven't got to this third one yet.

I don't understand the legs of the Wimpy Kid series. I read the first one, and maybe the second. I forget. Even though I'm not the target audience I would have lost interest a long, long time ago. Well, actually I did. Still I'm heartened that 2 of these books are kids books- nice to know that children's writers are thriving.

And I was quite surprised at three omissions, two debut novels- Hannah Kent's Burial Rites and Graeme Simsion's The Rosie Project (see my review) which sold 69, 000 and 65, 800 respectively. Both books seem to have been everywhere so I'm a bit disappointed that they didn't make the Top 10 for the year, even though they both sold very well. Tim Winton narrowly missed out on a spot with Eyrie, which managed an impressive 84, 900 since its October 14 release date.

Whisperinggums has looked at the same figures this week too.

Readings has now released their 100 bestselling books for 2013, which looks more like the books I see about on blogs, have read or want to read.

Monday, 6 January 2014

Made in Paris, or not




Sometimes the lazy days of summer allow you to watch some old movies on the tele. If the cricket isn't on, which is almost always it seems. 

Recently I caught a movie called Made in Paris. Starring the lovely Ann-Margaret, it is your typical girl goes to Paris, and finds fun, fashion and adventure before finding love kind of flick. 


Picture source
That covered British bobby hat has to be seen to be believed
it barely fits in the shot most of the time

Naturally I was intrigued, and expecting that it would indeed be made in Paris, and would feature lots of delightful Paris scenery to get me through the dated, silly script and acting. Like when I watched Funny Face in 2012. 

Sadly this was not to be. Made in Paris was most definitely not made in Paris. There was an occasional second or two of stock footage that didn't match the movie film, and an even rarer outside shot by an obvious painting of a Seine waterfront. 

The internal building shots were more convincing, although  "like other Pasternak films, Made in Paris, featured a lavish backlot version of a European locale, in this case Paris." Perhaps it passed as Paris in 1966, but it certainly doesn't now. 

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Sunday, 5 January 2014

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty



I was really surprised by how much I enjoyed The Secret Life of Walter Mitty today. I haven't traditionally been much of a Ben Stiller fan. I did like There's Something About Mary, and grudgingly came to enjoy him in Night at the Museum, having been somewhat dragged there by Master Wicker, but I'd avoided all his other films, as being not my kind of thing.

For some reason I was really keen to see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I'm not sure why. I'm not even sure how I knew about it. I didn't know a whole lot about it going in- which is a good thing in some ways I guess.

Walter Mitty is a bit of a dreamer- a daydreamer who zones out and imagines a much more exciting life than the one he owns- working as a negative assets manager at Life Magazine in New York. He lives a small life in the big city, he is single, but looking on eHarmony, which gets way too much product placement IMHO, and has some interesting interactions with his mother (Shirley Maclaine) and his sister.

It is sufficient to say that Walter embarks on a quest of some kind. I was worried that it was all going to be a bit like the secret ingredient in the secret ingredient soup of Kung Fu Panda. But thankfully that wasn't the case.

Which is all quite different from the original James Thurber short story published in the New Yorker in 1939. The original Walter is a rather henpecked husband who uses a vivid daydream life to escape from the drudgery of the weekly trip into town with his wife. Walter's capacity as a daydreamer is the only similarity between the story and the movie, still it's interesting to go read the original story (and it only take a few minutes, it's very short).

The cinematography is particularly beautiful and creative, and there is a very imaginative use of music throughout the film, but do watch out for this blast from the past.


I collapsed into peals of laughter at that particular scene. I was the only one to do that in the theatre, which does make you wonder, but still it makes me smile thinking of it. Signs of a misspent youth perhaps? I'd watch the whole movie again to see that one scene again. Maybe I will...

Stop Dreaming. Start Living. Indeed.

The Oopsatoreum



The Oopsatoreum is perhaps Shaun Tan's quirkiest book yet. Which is saying something. Shaun Tan is something special. So creative. Each book is quite different. And this one is more different than any other I've read so far. It seems I've only managed to blog about two before. The Lost Thing and The Arrival. But I have read quite a few more.

I'd read the reviews for The Oopsatoreum eagerly a few months ago, as it's always exciting to find a new Shaun Tan on the shelves. In the intervening months I'd forgotten the premise of this book, and so initially found it quite perplexing. It's a rather unusual concept. The Powerhouse Museum in Sydney approached Shaun to make up stuff about some of the objects in their collections. The Oopsatoreum is the result of this collaboration.

Shaun Tan has imagined the world of radical Australian inventor Henry A. Mintox from Burrumbuttock, NSW.

What does it mean to be truly original? Should creativity be measured only by success? Or is it the thought that counts… no matter how impractical?

Thus a hand from a resuscitation mannequin becomes a handshake gauge.



And two ceramic medical jars become a literacy test.




There is a story and a postcard written for every object. They're hysterical.

You can see more of a preview from the clever designers at
Symple Creative

The Oopsatoreum is more delightful, more intriguing, more beguiling each and every time you pick it up. And more funny. I think this is the most overtly humorous work that we've seen from Shaun Tan. The Powerhouse is now showing an exhibition of The Oopsatoreum. It looks fantastic. I can feel a field trip coming on.

Saturday, 4 January 2014

Paris Windows

Many, many things caught my eye in the shop windows of Paris. Here are a random sample of some favourites. 

Hello Kitty x Kiss!
If these hadn't been 50 euros each I would have bought the set
Album 32 rue Saint-Jacques 75005
a very cool shop,
but this fine Paris summer day it smelt much too much of smelly man
Kurt Cobain chair at Urban Gallery
163 Boulevarde du Montparnasse 75006

Y fronts as a lamp? at Urban Gallery

iphone cases
My e-case
61 rue Bonaparte 75006

I've always wanted an opium candle.
Rue de Sevres 75007

It seems Australian classics have a longer reach
 than you might suspect...
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