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Book review: Jamaica Inn

Wednesday, November 28th, 2007

Jamaica InnLegendary novelist Daphne du Maurier has long been held in high esteem for her tales of Cornish folk, and though not her masterpiece (Rebecca is widely regarded as du Maurier’s best work), Jamaica Inn certainly does nothing to damage her reputation for finely-crafted stories of thriller and suspense.

I’ll let you in to a secret. Jamaica Inn is actually the first du Maurier novel I’ve ever read, and the first book I’ve been able to concentrate on and get drawn into for quite some time. It’s gripping from the start, and considering it was written over 80 years ago, du Maurier can still show other writers how it’s done.

Set in Cornwall in the Victorian era, the book tells the story of young Mary Yellan from Helford, who goes to Jamaica Inn to live with her aunt and her husband. With a dark and brooding reputation for sinister goings-on, the inn itself has as much character as the humans portrayed within its walls and dimly-lit passages.

From the moment Mary arrives by stagecoach at Bodmin Moor on a wet and windy winter’s night, the story grips you, and as it unfolds, it clings to you, so that simply putting it down isn’t an option.

Du Maurier obviously had talent, as her second novel certainly doesn’t skimp on the details. Almost every nook and cranny of Jamaica Inn is described so well, that when I visited the real-life building on a sunny day in early September, I was disappointed by the tourist trap it has now become.

Rumour had it that a young du Maurier was inspired to write the book after getting lost in thick fog while horseriding and seeking refuge at the inn. A local vicar is said to have entertained her with ghost stories and smuggling tales, erstwhile becoming inspiration for one of the more enigmatic and mysterious characters in the book.

Along with the inn itself, the beautiful Cornish countryside is scripted in such vivid (and sometimes desolate) colour too, that the surroundings, like the inn itself, play as much a part of the story as Mary and the family and smuggling gangs that surround her. Her uncle, Joss, is a particularly nasty piece of work – his brother less so – and is well-deserved of his fearful reputation.

Slowly unravelling the horrors that Jamaica Inn has seen and continues to see, she confides in a local vicar, and her uncle’s brother, but is there really anyone she can trust?

Discovering and becoming part of the bloody and violent smuggling stories herself, Mary longs to draw attention to the wicked tales that are kept secret within the corridors and locked storage rooms of her uncle’s feared drinking establishment.

A compelling read, du Maurier brings each scene to life with her descriptions of settings and human emotions, leaving little to the imagination. And that’s why this book shines.

So little work is needed to set the scene that you can enjoy the story and follow its twist and turn-filled journey wholeheartedly, all the time enjoying the interaction between the characters and their relationships, and seeing how they (or how you think they) fit into the story.

Rebcecca is sitting on my bedside shelf, waiting to me to open its covers and begin reading its tales. On the basis of Jamaica Inn (and the promise of an even more wondrous and accomplished book), it won’t have to wait long.

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MPH, Borough Market, Shibboleth, and Zaha Hadid

Monday, November 5th, 2007

Fiat 500 at MPH
Expensive wasn’t necessarily best at MPH

We broke our own ‘let’s-not-visit-London-at-the-weekend’ rule on Saturday, and hopped on a train down to the capital to see MPH. Nik and I had free tickets worth £33 a pop, so we thought it worthwhile to tolerate another day another day on the trains to see some spectacular cars.

Once in the city, though, getting to Earl’s Court wasn’t easy. I had foolishly forgotten my Oyster card (which frustratingly needed a top-up anyway), and so we had to battle the tourist queues in order for me to buy a one-day travelcard. The Liverpool Street ticket machine lines of people weren’t moving, so we ended up walking to Bank, where broken down machines weren’t encouraging, and the negative thoughts usually encouraged by our weekday commuting trips to the capital started to creep up on us.

Ticket purchase done, the Central and Piccadilly line Tubes whizzed us through the underground network, where we met with comfortable crowds at Earl’s Court, and stands of expensive shiny cars. The highlight of MPH is a live show, which with presenters Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond, and James May is what a live edition of BBC Top Gear would be like.

The 75-minute show featured handfuls of automotive models wheeled out in front of an enthusiastic several-thousand-strong crowd, and a frenzy of action, games, and stunts. It was enjoyable – and loud – and with pyrotechnics to rival budget movies, was a very visual experience.

The ‘Prestige Motorshow’ (a hall of static display cars) was less exciting, and after an hour of weaving between the crowds and cooing over old Fiat 500s (our favourites of the whole show), we jumped back on the Tube and headed back into the centre of town.

A stroll to Borough Market made it our first stop, where we sidestepped and peered at all sorts of fresh produce stalls. Offering locally and speciality-sourced breads, cheeses, fruit and vegetables, fish, meat, mushrooms, and olives (and olive oil), among other tasty-looking items with which to fill the Borough Market hessian shopping bag, it’s very much a tourist market, as the throngs of ethically-minded buyers proved.

Borough Market Baklava
Borough Market baklava or balkava?

Spotting a stall specialising in the near-Eastern ground nut, honey, and pastry delicacy of baklava, we bought a bagful to munch on. I had never tried it, but as Nik had enjoyed more than his fair share while in Greece, I was curious to try it for myself. It’s very sticky, and very, very sweet, but served well as a dessert to follow lunch.

Walking down to the Tate Modern, we were curious to see Shibboleth, the 167m crack which runs the whole length of the old turbine hall at the South Bank museum, not only because part of a London landmark had been sacrificed to make it, but also to see exactly how Doris Salcedo’s vision of racism had been interrupted.

Shibboleth at Tate Modern
The bewildering Shibboleth at Tate Modern

It was very impressive, though largely from a technical viewpoint. We still weren’t sure if it was art, and quite how it represents racism, but it’s definitely worth going to see, before it disappears in April. Starting as a hairline opening at one end of the gigantic hall, it steadily grows to a gaping chasm, and is as shapely as a crack can hope to be. Like many other curious visitors, we dipped our hands or feet in its contoured internal walls, and so well shaped are these, the bottom of the crack is never visible. It must have taken ages to sculpt it.

Louise Bourgeois’ spider at Tate Modern
Louise Bourgeois’ Tate Modern spider a little creepy-crawly

I was a little disappointed by Louise Bourgeois’ fearsome-looking spider overlooking the Millennium Bridge and gazing toward St Paul’s, though. Still scary against a cloudy and grey November sky, and looking like it’s about to scuttle off and attack the City, it wasn’t as large as I had imagined it would be. This was maybe a relief, for someone who doesn’t like spiders all that much.

Our final stop of the day was the Design Museum, to see the Zaha Hadid Architecture and Design exhibition. Ultimately, I was expecting more from the Iraq-born designer. While the showcase was an interesting mix of buildings, furniture, and other objects, the buildings weren’t recognisably buildings, having a very organic, if geometric appearance.

Renderings were joined by sketches which resembled paintings, bringing architecture and art together, while a fair few of the buildings shown hadn’t been built, but were competition winners, or Hadid’s visions of the future.

Even the smaller exhibition of Matthew Williamson’s past and current colourful catwalk glories couldn’t hold off our gradual tiredness, though, and we headed back to Liverpool Street for the train home having enjoyed our weekend day in London.

And as we zizzed up the mainline with weary legs and feet, we were looking forward to going home. But, as fireworks climbed into the darkness of the night sky around the moving train, we were a little gladdened that for once, we hadn’t stayed local.

The Archers podcast

Friday, October 19th, 2007

The Archers in iTunes

Look at what’s in my iTunes window. They’ve finally embraced the digital age down in Ambridge. The long-running daily radio drama has always been a perfect candidate for podcast episodes, as only being around 13 minutes in length, each programme can be caught up on quickly, whenever there is a free gap in the day.

It’s certainly revolutionised my listening this week. Before, the daily tales of David, Ruth, Lynda, and the other folk in Ambridge and the surrounding fictional villages were available on my MP3 player, I had to rely on either setting up a record function on my Freeview receiver (on which a good reception can never be guaranteed); catching it on the BBC’s Radio Player; or just hearing it ‘live’ at 7pm each evening.

Of course, it also gets around the problem of having a full recordable SD card in a digital radio, which resolutely refuses to record anything unless some free space is made on it. Although arguably, when this works, it is just as convenient. So, not only is The Archers podcast itself much more convenient than most other ways of hearing the drama, but it’s also very good quality, with all the trails and snippets from shows which top and tail it on the BBC Radio Player version of the programme taken off.

Listeners can also choose whether they would like to subscribe a daily feed, or just download to their computer as and when they have missed an episode. It can then be popped onto your MP3 player of choice, and you can catch up wherever you are.

I’m surprised it’s taken The Archers production team this long to realise the benefits of the digital age. But then, they are a steadfast and old-fashioned lot down in Borsetshire. And of course, it also begs the question as to if the podcast will attract new and younger listeners. It was certainly slipped quietly onto the The Archers website, with very little fanfare, and can also be found on the BBC Radio 4 podcasts page, alongside other listener favourites such as Broadcasting House, You and Yours, and Front Row.

No matter, though, as it’s finally here. But, whatever next? Will Lynda be taking bookings for the Ambridge Hall B&B over the internet; will Tom sell his Gourmet Grills online; or will David and Ruth’s cows at Brookfield Farm wear MP3 players to further boost their increasing milk yields?

London belongs to us

Friday, June 29th, 2007

Today we’ve had our feet firmly stuck in the past, walked around the present, and strided into the distant future.

London was the host of today’s activities, as we toured what will be the new Olympic Park site, and then caught a history of the grand old dame of the South Bank, the Royal Festival Hall.

Royal Festival Hall, London (image taken from ‘This is Tomorrow’, courtesy of Saint Etienne and Paul Kelly)
Royal Festival Hall, London (taken from ‘This is Tomorrow’, courtesy of Saint Etienne/Paul Kelly)

The day started in Stratford. The official Olympic Park Walk looked especially official and interesting on the map, but the reality of the gravel tracks and gritty roads are somewhat different.

And not in a good way.

When lorries driving past aren’t spewing up contact lens-disturbing road grit, there are walls of disused tyres to look at, large dirty puddles to be avoided, and  rain to be sheltered from under iron bridges. And, that’s without the extra ‘points of interest’ (which clearly aren’t anything of the sort), which are tacked on to the southern loop, presumably to make it more scenic, but just make it an hour too long.

There are no official hoardings as to the architectural wonders that will fill the still-to-be-developed spaces, the official footpath signs are so small that they can easily be missed, and there are no diversions to take the walker around the sections of the route which have already been courdoned off.

It’s all largely academic now anyway, as the site is sealed off on Monday to let the building works really get underway. All in all, very disappointing, and I dread to think what overseas spectators will make of it all (and the muddlesome logo) in 2012.

This part of East London needs some more than drastic improvements in those intervening five years. The building works and Olympic visions need to be good, to tranform this blot on the city’s landscape.

In fact, we gave up on the northen loop, and while the DLR provided us with a ride to Canary Wharf, it was only a connecting interlude, as our final destination was the South Bank.

 ‘This is Tomorrow’ film promo (image courtesy of Saint Etienne and Paul Kelly)
‘This is Tomorrow’ film promo (courtesy of Saint Etienne/Paul Kelly)

To celebrate the Royal Festival Hall’s reopening, artists in residence Saint Etienne were premiering their latest film, ‘This is Tomorrow‘. It’s been well-documented on these pages before that I am a big fan of the London-loving band, and so the thought of a film about an iconic London building by my favourite pop group seemed to be the perfect pairing.

(In a synchronistic twist, the band’s earlier film, ‘What Have You Done Today, Mervyn Day?‘ chronicled the demise of the Lower Lea Valley, and trod some of those same Stratford paths which we walked a few hours ago.)

Not only that, the 75-minute film is soundtracked by the band, and the premiere would see them performing the score live, along with a 60-piece orchestra and choir made up from musicians at local schools. A fan of their previous and well-received film about London, ‘Finisterre‘, I was eager with aniticipation and excitement.

It didn’t disappoint. The film itself was engaging and diverting, wonderfully shot, and detailed the Hall’s history from its prominence at The Festival of Britain (for which it was built) in 1951, through to the grand reopening.

With interviews and comments from the people involved, everyone was included from the original architects, through to the builders who helped restore the place.

Carpet, Royal Festival Hall, London (image taken from ‘This is Tomorrow’, courtesy of Saint Etienne and Paul Kelly)
Carpet, Royal Festival Hall, London (taken from ‘This is Tomorrow’, courtesy of Saint Etienne/Paul Kelly)

No stone was left unturned, and while the stories of the aisles, wonderful balconies (which appear to be floating), iconic carpets, hallways, seats,  and stairs unfolded, you had to allow yourself an occasional glance around the auditorium, in order to see those exact same items in situ, and in glorious technicolour.

The refurbished site is fantastic, and anything post-1951 has been junked, so that the rediscovered Royal Festival Hall is seen as it would have been at its opening all those years ago.

Of course, the soundtrack is very Saint Etienne (I hope it gets a commercial release), and the performance itself was exceptional, as the music was perfectly in time with the film, and at times, I forgot that what I was hearing was actually being played in the same space, only a few metres in front of me.

‘This is Tomorrow’ embarks on a UK tour later this year, before global showings in 2008. Catch it if you can.

A day of synchronicity and contrasts then, of rebirth and rebuilding, and filled with but only two of the ever-changing faces of our capital.

Kylie stylie

Friday, May 25th, 2007

Is that where Kylie keeps her clothes?

‘Each and every item in this collection evokes a myriad of memories and marks a time and place in my life.

Some of these costumes have played leading roles in my live performances and videos, while others have been mere walk-ons, but each one has played its part. I have laughed, cried, celebrated and waited in these outfits… I’ll leave you to imagine which.

Were it not for my parents, I’m sure this collection would be the size of a suitcase rather than an exhibition space.’

Source: Kylie Minogue, Kylie, V&A Publications in association with the Arts Centre, Melbourne

Going to Kylie - The Exhibition at the V&A tonight, was something of a treat, if like me, you’re more of a Kylie fanatic, than just a fan.

Though my fan worship reached its pinnacle some years ago, I’ve avidly followed the career and life of the tiny Australian for over twenty years, and it was this fact that was made perfectly clear to me tonight.

Only on for another two weeks, the exhibition of costumes and memorabilia at the V&A charts how ‘Kylie, as a performer, has used her wardrobe to create an image that is known worldwide.’

Whether she’s a contemporary style icon or not, for me, tonight was all about the costumes, the music, and celebrating the person, whose music and image I love the most.

And, there was much to celebrate.

The costumes were only part of the exhibition. Photographs charted Kylie’s many changing looks; awards displayed her standing in the music industry; while tour notes and design sketchbooks let us glimpse into the mysterious and hurried backstage world of dressing rooms, hydraulic lifts, quick changes, and running orders.

All in all, over 200 objects let us into Kylie’s world.

Being a great fan of the pop video (and as Kylie has produced some of the best), I wanted to see the costumes that brought these musical three-minute moments to life, and I wasn’t disappointed.

They were all here, including of course, the iconic white hooded jumpsuit from the ‘Can’t Get You Out of My Head’ clip (though the Gucci-inspired lavender metallic dress was always the more iconic one for me).

The video outfits rubbed shoulders with shoes, props, and filming schedules, and, were shown in the same room as the actual clips themselves being played on a white screen wall.

For several moments, I was mesmerised. I couldn’t quite believe that the outfits I was looking at, were in fact the same ones that I could see being worn by the lady herself on the big screen, where she was lamenting a lost relationship, or singing about unrequited love.

Being up close and personal with the tour costumes was equally exciting. A veteran of five of Kylie’s different six live shows, these outfits were glamourous, but hardworking.

With their wear and tear from the punishing schedule and many costume changes, this is exactly how Kylie wanted them to be seen, and they must have been hard work themselves: the feather head-dresses weighty, and the corsets tight.

Kylie: Showgirl

A recreation of Kylie’s dressing room from the Wembley set of ‘Showgirl Homecoming’ concerts revealed a few backstage secrets, and let us see only few of the pairs of shoes with which Kylie once claimed transform her into a high-heeled stuntwoman on stage.

All the record covers were present and correct too, forming part of the Kylie Timeline, and marking certain points in Minogue’s life and career. Looking at them spread out down one wall made me realise that these images and music could almost mark my life too, and brought back lots of comforting memories of where I was at any particular time.

A fan from the beginning, I feel that I’ve been accompanying Kylie on her journey, through the highs, the lows, the career rebirths, and the seemingly endless pairs of high heels.

With over 4,000 advance bookings before its opening, this exhibition has been one of the popular in the V&A’s history. And with over 500,000 visitors at the four venues it toured in Australia alone, many other voyeurs and fans have wished to celebrate or curiously peer into Kylie’s world, too.

After it’s finished wowing Londoners, it moves to the Manchester Art Gallery, and then the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum in Glasgow.

If you want to step back in time (come on, you didn’t expect me to get through this post without mentioning at least one Kylie song, did you?) and catch this celebration (another one) at the V&A, then book your tickets quick.

It spins out of town on June 10.