Remember that bridge I was offering to sell a short while ago? Well, it seems that I have competition for the attention of the most gullible people out there. How much is your Twitter feed worth? Or is it worth anything at all?
I’m not going to try, I don’t want to know what some web site values my Tweets at because they cannot have a monetary value, not even when:
We also compare your value to Big Macs, iPhones and grams of Gold
I want to sell this bridge, not buy another one!
Love & Kisses, Viki.
It’s not that the model is too large, more that the mirror being used is perhaps too small. We don’t all have full-length bathroom or bedroom mirrors and so sitting, crouching or even squatting are the order of the day when it comes to shooting that all-important selfie.
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Or perhaps the idea is to hide, as much as is possible, the stacks of boxes behind us, the disorder in our lives, the lack of cleanliness left after we’ve searched through the piles of used clothing to find just the right outfit to enhance our appearance. Although most selfies appear to be taken when the model is standing – behind a wash basin, in a changing booth, walking past a reflective window – there are some which just have to be taken in a different position; artistic license perhaps?
I had an interesting experience yesterday on Google Plus, one which surprised me to a certain extent simply because, well, you don’t expect such things there. On Facebook and Twitter perhaps, but not on Google Plus. I was insulted by someone, and by insulted I mean in a callous and bitter manner with a few choice swear words and name calling.
The story is very simple: a young woman posted a poem for other people to read and comment on. It was short, maybe ten lines, and concerned what may well be a life experience. I took the comment on my work request at face value and pointed out that she had used your rather than you’re, something which threw the poem right out of kink and made absolutely no sense whatsoever.
Now, most people might be expected to come back with a correction, such mistakes can happen. This young woman, however, decided that the difference between your and you’re was of absolutely no importance and attacked me for pointing it out, telling me that she is the writer and she decides what is the right spelling and what is not. To which I replied that spelling is important, and the use of the wrong word changes meaning and, in this case, causes the reader to stumble and lose themselves, lose the effect that a good poem should have on them.
The life of a bestselling author is an easy one: rest on your laurels cashing in on the success of your last work and, occasionally, write something new. The real life of a bestselling author is something completely different: not so much resting as searching for a new work which will hold that level of fame, which will prove that the bestseller was not a flash in the pan, that you have considerable more in you than just this one book. It is coupled with a great deal of strain, many beginnings and endings, hundreds of sheets of white paper which simply refuse to fill up with the words necessary to make that next work a bestseller too.
The life of a bestselling author is filled with parties, with celebration, with an ease everyone else, with their nine-to-five mundane lives, simply cannot imagine. Or it is a strict regime: getting up each morning with a target, with a certain number of words which need to be written; fitting in appointments in out-of-the-way bookstores; bargaining with agents, with publishers, with film producers; finding time for your own family and friends amid the mass adulation of the public, of those who simply have to be in the presence of someone famous. The strain of fame, even a fame lasting a mere nine minutes, can bring other aspects of life to the fore, less pleasant ones above all. There is this feeling that an achievement must be bettered, this inner force which pushes the author ever onward whilst, at the same time, holding him or her back with considerations of what the public expects, what the book buying public will purchase.
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Then there are the offers: film rights; screenplays; articles and talks. Distractions abound, and the laurels wilt and die all too quickly. Everyone wants something, but the author is only one person and has a limited working day just the same as any normal person. Hardly surprising that many turn to their best friend in times of need, and that best friend just happens to be a glass of something strong, something alcoholic.
John Niven has managed to take the life, after the bestseller, of an author and present it to us as less than rosy, as considerably less than we might imagine. The parties are compelling, but the excitement wears thin very quickly. The offers of work, be it talks or television appearances, articles or screenplays, are hedged in with deadlines, with interference, with tens of people who just know better. In reality it is a very hard and bitter fight to keep above water, to not sink into the morass of the has-been, the burnt-out, the overworked and underpaid writer of all and sundry. His writing style brings us to tears, and makes us laugh at the absurdity of life in the fast lane and especially at the life that Kennedy Marr, bestselling author, is faced with.
We live through the bitterness of memory, the dark humor that bites back at every opportunity, the reality of a life not quite on auto-pilot, not quite on the main road any more. And, with Kennedy stumbling along this road more than controlling his chosen life, we see the darker side of the human spirit, oppressed by fame and dwindling fortune, forced into positions he would not normally have considered, battling against those who claim to know better, who can write his words without even knowing the slightest thought within his mind. We live the life, briefly but in great depth, of a man who is sinking, who has given up trying to keep his head above the surface, who has succumbed to the most deadly of all sins, one after another and now, finally, is facing the consequences.
The biting wit, the consequences of fortune, the interference of fate and all her minions draw us into a deep feeling of sympathy, of understanding, even of revelation over a life gone wrong, of one mistake after another, of bad judgement, of foolhardiness. And it is a wonderful experience as the words come out from the page and infest our minds, as we laugh at the misfortune of others, at the characterization of those pitted against a failing, once-bright star.
Published by Windmill Books. ISBN: 978 0 09 959215 0.
- Viktoria Michaelis.
What is it that makes a Young Adult novel suitable for its audience? This is a question which has probably troubled many authors over the years, trying to bridge the gap between children and adults in a way which will capture youthful imagination without seeming too young, but still have all the attributes of an adult work. Young Adult novels should be easy to read, but not so light that they can be skipped through, have no depth or character and, above all, they should appeal to an audience which has a vast array of other leisure time pursuits on offer. Young Adult books should keep our growing youngsters reaching for books, for literature, for the written word over and above all the other possible occupations they could fill their free time with.
Joe Schreiber has clearly taken this to heart. He uses a theme which fits perfectly within the age frame of his potential readers: an exchange student from Europe comes to the United States and is taken in by a typical American family. She attends the same High School as their children, takes the same courses, is there to experience the American Way of Life and benefit from the process. This is not, however, a simple book about one female student visiting America, that would be far too easy, far too lame for the younger reader.
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Gobija Zaksauskas is not your average exchange student, although she seems to be one on the surface. Her appearance, for a teenager hoping to impress and perhaps a little more, is a nightmare: badly dressed as far as modern fashion goes; unattractive; unresponsive to potential advances. Perry Stormaire, and all other teenage men, have something completely different in mind when the words Exchange Student are mentioned. Gobi is, however, not the person she appears to be.
Joe Schreiber takes his well-crafted characters out of their daily routine of life near New York, away from the fantasy of exchange students, suburban life and High School romances with a series of action-packed, fast-moving chapters which simply flow from one to the next before the reader has time to draw a breath, time to pause and check their iPhone. He shows us a different aspect of nightlife, of leisure in the big city, of family troubles and teenage fears. The reader is drawn, riveted, into a world only heard about on the news, in big budget movies on the cinema screen, and he does it exceptionally well. He mixes the world of the adult – of parents – and their seemingly endless demands to do what is right and proper, with the excitement every teenager craves, if not quite on the same level as Gobi introduces Perry to.
Highly recommended for anyone who wishes to just move away from the mundane and, for a few hours at least, live a life of action with a touch of romance on the darker side of society.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. ISBN 978 0 547 85632 2.
- Viktoria Michaelis
There’s nothing like the Internet to remind us of things which are happening, things which have already happened. Google may well be inundated with requests to remove old stories which cast a bad light on someone, but that doesn’t apply to everywhere else. What you can’t find in a normal search, someone still has in their memory, and no manner of hiding the past can get past some people.
Although, I’m not sure whether Governor Perry will necessarily forget being compared, unfavorably, to a ham sandwich any time soon.
Love & Kisses, Viki.
Ever thought about how much hard work goes into a woman’s appearance? How much suffering and stress to create the perfect image even for a short trip down to the grocery shop? We’re not talking about Wal-Mart here, but about those little boutiques, those special shops, the walk along the High Street on a summer’s day, the jog through the park. Believe me, for some it is not just the right outfit, not just a dress or a pair of well-fitting stone-washed jeans with a tank-top. It’s not just matching accessories and decent make-up.
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All those celebrities we see on Yahoo and other similar sites, coming out of the fitness studio, chased by photographers and either blasted for their appearance or lauded for wearing exactly the same clothing as someone else who has been blasted? They’re not just there for the slushies and protein bars: they’ve been working.
The idea of a company ruling over a complete country – or a major part of it – with a private army, a complete government mechanism and its own laws and regulations may seem strange to modern thinking, despite globalization and the growth of international markets and interests, but it is nothing new. History shows us several companies which expanded their interests across continents to such an extent that they ruled rather than merely traded and the East India Company, formed by a group of British businessmen in the early seventeenth century, is probably one of the best known examples. Their control over India was, at best, despotic, at worst what we would today term tyrannical, completely controlling the lives of a India’s citizens and forcing a foreign set of values on to the people.
Miranda Carter has taken the wealth of historical information surrounding this period of history, along with a selection of real and imagined characters, and created a work which tells us a great deal about the times, the lifestyle of both the local inhabitants and their rulers, and the mindset of the times. Her writing captures, with the initial stiffness of a British officer writing as the main character, and enthralls with its depth, color and description. She allows us an insight not only into the times, but also into the way in which absolute power controls, abuses and subdues.
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The reader is brought into contact with two worlds: that of the ruling faction, the British of the East India Company, and the otherwise ordered caste system of the Indian people, from their rulers down to the dirtiest beggars roaming the country, from wealth and splendor to a life of suffering, theft and murder. We see at first hand how an ordered system – be it the hierarchy of the East India Company itself or the caste system determined by birth – can be abused, how rank and wealth as much as good intentions can be subjected to and overcome by greed, power and hatred.
The ordered world of Ensign William Avery is thrown out of track by an order to contact the former Captain Jeremiah Blake, who has gone native and now lives outside of the British sphere of influence, away from the normal, accepted manner in which a British citizen is expected to conduct himself. Avery is confronted with all he believes to be wrong with Indian society: a lack of morals, order and religious belief and sent on a journey across the country in search of the missing author, Xavier Mountstuart, a man considered at odds with the morals of British society through his writings on immorality in the British and Indian hierarchy. Avery has to weigh up is own beliefs, not just as an Englishman but also as an army officer, against the reality of a foreign world he has not been prepared for.
Miranda Carter has created an insightful and riveting novel, packed with intrigue, infighting, abuse of power and position. Her use of language moves from the stiff manner of someone raised to be in command, or to expect others to follow without question, in easy stages to one of understanding, almost of enlightenment as Avery experiences at first hand the convoluted machinations of a little power enhanced through force, through subterfuge and abuse. She manages to combine many different levels of belief, of education, of upbringing in her characters which is believable, as much as the twists and turns of a story that successfully holds the reader’s attention, invites thought and still manages to inform as much as excite.
Published by Fig Tree (Penguin). ISBN: 978 0 241 14623 1
- Viktoria Michaelis.
Supplied for review by Fig Tree as part of the Goodreads First Read program.
If you think that Google had unusual problems in Germany over filming all the different streets to create Google Street View, whereby they had to create software to remove all recognizable faces, then you don’t know Germany all that well. The pressure to protect the private sphere of an ordinary citizen is massive, and sometimes seems to border on the surreal, especially when it comes to crime, criminals and public or private filming.
A court In Ansbach, Bavaria, has ruled that dash cams are illegal when used for certain purposes, although a clear definition must still be defined by either a higher court or by the government itself. However, the main crux of the ruling is that a person is not allowed to film other people on the road if the intention is to upload the results to any social media site on the Internet or share outside of their immediate family. Anyone who films continuously whilst driving and then publishes the result on YouTube, as a travelogue or similar, is breaking the law unless they have permission from every single person on that film to publish it.
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The court decision came about after a man decided to document all the slight or major breaches of various road laws he was confronted with each day as he drove, ones which he felt endangered him and his passengers. By doing so, according to the court, the driver had left the area of a private, family film and entered the public area where many privacy laws come into effect. These require that a person being filmed must give his or her permission before publication can be allowed – on Facebook, YouTube or any other service – but also before such a film may be turned over to the police in the event of an accident or a breach of the road traffic laws where a court action might follow. It was too easy, said the judgement, to identify those caught on film, either from their features or license plate numbers, and this breaches the law.
Until a higher court overturns this judgement, which was pushed for by the President of the Data Privacy Council in Bavaria – Thomas Kranig – in a personal appearance before the court, criminals or those suspected of being involved in a crime on the roads or in a public area filmed by a dash cam, must give their permission before the film can be handed over to the police.
- Viktoria Michaelis.
Ever seen those dating sites on the Internet which promise you so much? Guarantees that you’ll find the perfect partner for the rest of your life, to fulfill you and your dreams? More to the point, have you ever tried filling out a profile for one of these sites which is designed to excite the interests of exactly the right person?