We're taking a journey. A journey into alternate pasts and speculative futures. Adventure, crime, dark comedy and sci-fi. Hot tunes fading in fast from forgotten dance halls and vintage radio. Fedora hats with a snap brim. And, of course, Gothic lurks in the narrative shadows: tippet for a tulle, the dead once again stroll amongst the decaying temple colonnades. Stories always written out of love - or perhaps necessity? Like the murder of Miss Fromm, one can never really be sure...
I've recently launched a satirical blog aimed at
providing a peculiarly 'Jack Fielding' take on films, books and anything else
that wanders into my sights. I hope my readers enjoy it as much I've enjoyed
putting it together!
Currently working on a brand new
edition of Neville Changes Villages after buying the rights back from Bangkok Books. My aim is to streamline the narrative,
inject more pace and crank up the comedy dialogue to full volume. About halfway through. The story already feels as if it has stepped into a higher gear. Neville is finally beginning to shine. Really, really pleased.
Following Matt Carrell's
advice, I'm also going to start posting Zen-related content on my blogs.
The idea will be to explain some of the Zen and more general Buddhist ideas
that permeate the One Hand Clapping novels (Shadows and Pagodas too, thinking
I've given all my blogs a
makeover, including new background art, links and more gadgets.
After Neville I'm going to make a start on putting the finishing touches to that
collection of retro sci-fi stories...
Hat in hand, Peter dashed down the Rue de Poe. He arrived outside the public convenience opposite Madam Sebbotendorf's occult bookshop and banged on the door. "Sir! Sir!" he shouted. "They're here!" Cursing, crashing and banging from the other side then the door opened to reveal the Baron, buttoning up his breeches. "They're here, sir!" "Yes, yes," said the Baron. "I heard you the first time. How on earth did the Inquisition find us in Paris again? Fetch Camilla, tell her we've got to get the first coach out of here. There's not a moment to lose!" "No, no, you don't understand." Peter put his hat back on. "I didn't mean the Inquisition, sir. I was talking about the books." "Books? You mean the spanking new edition of Mister Fielding's account of our adventures in Old Siam?" "Yes, a whole cart load of them have turned up at our lodgings!" The Baron let out a sigh of relief. "So no appallingly angry priests wielding pistols and crucifixes then," he said. "No, sir. Just the books." "Excellent. Now that's the best bit of news I've heard in a long time. Come on then, Peter - let's find out what Mister Fielding has written about us!"