Archive for November, 2009

Just Back, and Happy

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Arrived back in Canada late yesterday, and have a week in Québec City with my family before returning home to the mountains. I am very tired. The trip to England was intense and fun but exhausting. I’ll blog more about all of that later - I just wanted to pass along that I did not win in Kendal, that honor goes to Steve House, but I did come close.

From the judges adjudication speech at the festival award cerimony:

So to an example of perhaps the rarest type of mountain writing: the successful literary mountaineering novel. Rare, because it just seems to be so very difficult to write convincing mountaineering fiction.

We think Jerry Auld has succeeded in doing so in his book Hooker and Brown, in which he takes three contrasting characters working in the Parks Service in the Pacific North West and sets them an intriguing tale: the existence or otherwise of the eponymous peaks, Mounts Hooker and Brown, located somewhere in the vast backcountry but still unclimbed. Of course, they have to go and find out for themselves. The technical quality of the writing in this book is of the first order.

Auld has been published in magazines, but this is his first novel. We think the book displays a literary talent that could take him well beyond the confines of a mountaineering audience. But literary pyrotechnics, even when as impressive as here, are not enough, and this book also achieves what we think mountaineering fiction must do at all costs: it sets up questions which cannot be answered by other forms.

You can get the whole thing here.

I had the chance to chat with the judges (and other authors and publishers) and the feedback and encouragement and new contacts were well worth the trip. Instead of being disheartened, I actually feel more fired up and focused than ever. I managed to draft a short story on the plane yesterday, and an exicted to get the rest of those done and start work on the next novel which feels like it is starting to grow and might burst soon - then I’ll be able to work on nothing else.

One other note: I met Robert Davidson, who is the publisher of Sandstone Press in the Scottish Highlands (can I hear the pipes calling me home?) and he said some nice things on his blog. Money quote:

The afternoon event was, to coin the well worn cliché, a game of two halves. Both were superbly organised and delivered.

In the first, climber, author and former Boardman Tasker winner Stephen Venebles interviewed each of the authors in turn with the exception of Chic Scott who had not managed the long journey from Canada. In fact two Canadian authors had reached the short list and the only novelist, Jerry Auld, gave a very impressive interview and reading. So did the eventual winner from America Steve House, author of Beyond the Mountain.

Stephen had obviously done his home work but, in addition, seemed to find a natural empathy with all the authors. John Allen and Jerry Auld perhaps made some additional impact by dint of their books being rather different from the more normal run of big expedition, big climb books. Stephen Venebles described Cairngorm John as ‘unclassifiable’. Really though, all of the authors were impressive with Steve also rather standing out because of the high risk taking element of his particular branch of human nature. He was also extremely articulate and obviously intelligent.

Read it all here.

Heading Over

Sunday, November 15th, 2009

Flying out to Toronto tomorrow very early o catch up with Michael Helm and some of the other writers and poets of the 2007 Banff Writing Studio , then overnight to London, and then Thursday afternoon up to Kendal.

Friday is the big day, with readings, panels, signings, and in the afternoon - the announcement and presentation of the Boardman Tasker award. You’ll be able to see the results on the Kendal Mountain Festival and the Boardman Tasker award websites by Friday night. Wish me luck.

I may not be blogging much over the next two weeks so stay tuned.

Switching On

Saturday, November 14th, 2009

My little girl, Sophie, is two years old today. She has discovered light switches. I boost her up and she cackles maniacally when she turns of the room light. Such power!

But then she wails when we move away - wanting to play with it, on, off, on, off… I keep telling her, don’t worry, there’s another one at the foot of the stairs, and another at the top, and on the far side of her room, and in our room, and finally the bathroom. In this way we make it to her bath.

Curious the things the little ones can teach us, or make us remember. I keep telling her there will always be another light switch. And there is. We forget that. But that’s what her life is at this moment - a series of light switches and the patience in-between.

Suspension of Hope

Friday, November 13th, 2009

Packing now for the Boardman Tasker ceremony in Kendal, U.K.

Things are so much better now that I have been doing readings and signings and gone through the expectations and intensity of the Banff Book Festival. No nervousness, no expectations. I think now that as you get closer to an award, that you need to stop hoping and building it up. It’s like the cards are played, the bets made, and all that’s left is to lay them down. Nothing really that you can do, that time is past. Any hoping at that point is just going to drive you crazy. I don’t have any kind of special powers to affect an outcome up until the moment it is revealed, and think the old physics mind-game of Schroedinger’s cat is stupid.

Instead, I can now look at both sides of the results: and realize that both directions have pluses and minuses. If you win, there is fanfare, and glory, and book sales, and recognition, respect. But also intense expectations and intrusion. If you don’t win, you’re still on the short-list, and the next story doesn’t face impossible pressure to live up the first, since it can hardly top it. Either way, the results can help and hinder, so really, isn’t it irrelevant?

As long as I can write the next story, and do it well, that’s all the matters.

Here’s a few other thoughts after getting through the first month and a half after launching the book:

  • If there is a signing table, sit at it as long as you can. That is were books are sold, where you as the author can add value to the book (with a signature) and to the process (by pitching the story). Sit until someone physically pulls you away.
  • Have another project to work upon. The downtime between sending the book to the printer and actually getting feedback from readers is measured in months, if not a half-year. The separation from your baby can cause post-partum-like symptoms. Best get yourself busy on those short stories you put off for so long, or that painting you wanted to do.
  • But before a reading, reread your work.Get reacquainted with it. It is funny how fast we can move on when we decide to do so. Learn to fall in love with the book as a reader now, no longer as the writer.
  • Finally, brush it off when someone says they liked it and are passing it to a friend (as opposed to telling the friend to buy a copy). Sure, book sales are way down. But this is the way we all came across good stories, our favorite stories. And then, if it was good, we went and got our own copy. People want the stuff they like on their shelves. And in this way the story is being read and recommended and read again. That’s the goal.

Something to Ponder

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

I was in the local bookstore the other day and a friend approached me, hesitantly asking what I though of the book festival. Oh-oh. He let loose, and I’ve been hearing this a lot: that is had less buzz than other years.

I figured off the top of my head that there were three contributing factors (although I am starting to hear about a lot more!)

  • Announce the awards at the festival, not the week before. Why was that done anyway?
  • Nothing planned here, but the fact that the winner of the Literary award, Steve House, arrived for his panel and talk, and then had to leave immediately for another event, took a lot of the star power out the event as a whole. Not that this is in any way controllable - it just happened.
  • The Grand Prize winner, Niall Grimes, is a ghost writer (which some thought strange to win an award, but really, how is it any different than what I do as fiction?) and is very funny. He disparages himself and had the crowd laughing, but curiously, it seem subconsciously to disrespect the award and the festival. It is perhaps impossible to quatify respect, and in my conversations with Niall, he was always serios and very interested and far more learned than he lets on.

My friend accepts this, and agreed that comparing fiction and non-fiction in the same arena is, at best, a difficult endeavor. Never-the-less, he said, if you took the “famous” names off the books that won the awards and entered them as fiction, or created a jury that were non-mountain types - would the results have been any different?

If you took James Hilton’s masterpiece “Lost Horizon” and put it up against a book labelled under Reinhold Messner’s name, which would win. Would we have lost “Shangri-la” from our vernacular?

I guess it gets down to a question of credibility. I’m with the book jury on this one: perhaps there should be a separate category for fiction. But then, you lose prestige if there are too many categories.

Settling Dust

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

The Banff Mountain festival is over and I have one week before flying to the UK to attend the Kendal Mountain festival.

Banff was incredible for me: I opened the Book fest with a short reading that was very well received, did another, a panel on heroes (I sat between Pat Morrow and Chic Scott), multiple signings, a lot of really great feedback, and contacts made that would have taken years otherwise and ones that I could have only dreamed of making before being published.

Two things: when you get published and can call yourself a “writer” properly, the doors do open in unexpected ways - people want to support you, or tell you their stories, or take you differently - perhaps with more respect. The other thing that is still surprising is just how exhausting it is. I was not the only writer, after an hour’s signing and another of networking or interviews, to got back to the room and nap for a bit. It is just really draining to put yourself out there so much and so fully.

I wanted this blog to be like a diary of my experience getting a first book out - partly to help other emerging writers, but also so I would not forget the ups and downs. To that end, I wanted to be direct and honest. But now I struggle - I heard feedback from the book jury, and made contacts with very influential people that could really affect my future. To speak publicly, openly, about these would not only be premature, but may also be damaging. So I won’t. Suffice to say the festival was different for me than ever before, in so many ways, and such good ways. I see now they are not so much about the book, not entirely, but about contacts and the future of the book.

Ready, Steady…

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

All ready to go for the Book Fest in Banff. It feels easy - now that I have spent so much time determining the readings I could do (for my launch) that it only took twenty minutes to pick the ones for tomorrow.

I read first at 9:00 AM, in the Max Bell auditorium, for 10 minutes, then finish the morning at 11:40 with a 5 minute closer. I am excited about this. It should be a good audience and it is a great venue, and all I need to do is read something I have rehearsed many times.

As well, without an award, there feels to be no pressure of expectations. So I am free to surprise. This is good. Not just for the book, but for me. I need to remember, that although I have attended the festival many times, this is my first book and my first time on the inside. I am a finalist, and am proud of that. In the world of mountain writing, where so much is based on name and reputation, it is necessary to finish paying my dues.

Last night I was awake almost all night. An idea I had for a small story suddenly seemed to blend into the concept for the novel I want to write and it was exciting and incredible to see the complexity so clearly. I am so ready to get back to work on a project (after finishing this collection of short stories) and determined (with this experience) to write far stronger.

The Upside of Down

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

I’ve been totally exhausted these last few days after the awards were announced. One thing that I knew, was that writing a novel was going to be hard work. One thing I didn’t, was that promoting it was going to be so hard as well.

But not hard in a heavy-lifting kind of way, just draining. You really have to step up and out and give it all your focus. And the surprising thing has been just how exhausting the whole cycles of expectation and revelation are. Sure, this is a really incredible time to experience, but intensity has its cost.

One upside, is that the pressure is off, and I no longer feel like the awards are so key - either I justify the loss away or I recognize what the more experienced writers seem too: that it doesn’t change the fact you wrote, continue to write, and will write. It may affect your status and ability to get the story out there, which I think is the best benefit, and of course it can make you feel justified and accepted, but really - the judgement of others shouldn’t matter.

I know I am soothing myself a bit on this, since I really wanted to stand up in Banff. But I will get my chance, and there will be other stories. I’ve learnt so much on this first novel.

The other night it was the annual Night of Lies in Canmore, and I heard Scott Semple speak. I like his passion and directness about his ideas. His blog is good too. Once he wrote (years ago) about how no one gets to be top of the game without a tonne of work and practice. This time he spoke of promoting only things that are worthy.

I hope the fact of 14 years dedicated to writing a novel is hard enough, because that is what is backing this up - no great physical feats of first ascents and suffering. I love climbing, but I am not promoting myself as a great climber. Never will. A writer, yes. About mountains, yes.

So many more stories to tell.