Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Game of Thrones / Jon Snow is back, so get set for a wild season six

Game of Thrones: Jon Snow is back, so get set for a wild season six


HBO’s teaser poster suggests that the character is alive after all. Far from a cheap soap opera move, it suggests the show will become more gripping than ever



The worst-kept secret in television finally leaked on Monday as HBO and Sky Atlantic released the first promo art for the sixth season of Game of Thrones: a picture of Jon Snow looking suitably haggard, with blood pouring from one eye down his cheek. 

At this point I would normally write something along the lines of “don’t read any further if you don’t want to be spoiled” but it’s arguable that if it’s the TV station that airs the show doing the spoiling then it’s already a pretty moot point.


Rumours that Jon’s death was not all it appeared have been growing since summer. While Kit Harington, the actor who plays the heroic 998th Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, initially insisted that his time on the show was over after Jon’s brutal stabbing, he was subsequently snapped filming in Belfast amid rumours of an epic battle scene at The Wall (yes, another, it’s a hard place to conquer). Jon, it appears, is also a hard man to kill.

So what does this latest suggestion of his survival (something which has not been officially confirmed in the books with author George RR Martin recently suggesting that fans should read The Winds of Winter when its published if they want to uncover his fate) mean for the series?

First, it confirms that next year will be something of a wild ride for both book and TV fans as we head into the unknown and the probability that for the first time ever a TV series will potentially be spoiling the books on which it is based.

Secondly, it marks something of a deviation for this show, which has previously prided itself on the fact that if a character is dead, they stay dead. No matter how important they might be. This is Game of Thrones after all, the show that killed Ned Stark in the first series, that wiped out half the cast in The Red Wedding and that has never worried about introducing popular characters only to gruesomely off them.



By those standards bringing Jon Snow back from the dead could be seen as, well, something of a cop out – the sort of thing that happens in soapier dramas, which tease the audience with the possible deaths of their heroes and heroines only to swiftly reassure you that no, of course they didn’t die.

Well rein in that irritation for a second because there is, at least, precedence here. It has been well established over the course of five seasons that, since Daenerys Targaryen hatched her dragons, magic has been growing stronger throughout Westeros and Essos, meaning that things that might not previously have been possible are increasingly likely.

We’ve also been introduced to Thoros of Myr, a Red Priest with a particular talent for bringing the dead back to life, who has worked his magic on the leader of the Brotherhood without Banners, Beric Dondarrion – a man who happens to wear an eye patch, which is interesting given that on the promo poster there seems to be a bloody hole where Jon’s own eye should be. Given that the somewhat spooky Melisandre, also a Red Priest, was last seen arriving back at Castle Black, having abandoned Stannis Baratheon to his fate, it would seem likely that a swift resurrection with some rather unpleasant strings attached is in the cards.


Because that’s the thing about Game of Thrones: yes, Jon coming back to life might initially appear like a cheat but in the world of the show it almost certainly makes sense. Will things be on the up for the former Lord Commander next season? Given his life so far I rather doubt it, just as I doubt that the Red Priests resurrect the dead for fun. Perhaps Lord Snow (as Ser Alliser Thorne so sneeringly calls him) would be best to take comfort from the fatalistic words of House Greyjoy: “What is dead, can never die” as he begins his next life in the new season.

THE GUARDIAN







Sunday, November 22, 2015

Adele / I can finally reach out a hand to my ex. Let him know I’m over it







Adele
‘I can finally reach out a hand to my ex. Let him know I’m over it’

It’s been a long road to album number three for Adele, via global stardom, writer’s block, and the birth of her son. With ‘25’ about to drop, she talks frankly to 
 about her time away, and gives him a tour of the new songs
Sunday 15 November 2015 
On a sunless and sopping morning in October, Adele arrives at the London offices of XL Recordings carrying a tea in one hand, a phone in the other, and the fortunes of the global music industry in her handbag. “Been sleeping with this chained to my wrist,” says Adele, of a slim silver laptop she removes from the bag. “Naaah. Who do you think I am, a Russian gangster? I just keep it next to my bed.” Inside a soundproofed lounge at XL, a room that’s messy and dorm-like, with old newspaper pull-outs and apple cores left lying about, Adele squats next to an amplifier. She tugs at wires, punches at buttons, trying to hook up her laptop for sound.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Adele's 25 set to break UK first-week album sales record

Adele

Adele's 25 set to break UK first-week album sales record


Having sold 300,000 copies on its first day, the singer has Oasis’s total of over 690,000 for Be Here Now in her sights


BY Chris Johnston
Saturday 21 November 2015 14.17 GMT

Adele is on track to set a new record for first-week sales after her latest album sold 300,000 copies in the UK on its first day.
The total for the singer’s third LP, 25, is second only to the third Oasis album, Be Here Now, which sold 424,000 copies on its release day in August 1997.
The Oasis album holds the record for the most first-week sales, with 695,761 copies. It is trailed by Take That’s Progress, which sold 518,601 copies in its first week in November 2010.
They remain the only two albums to crack the half-million barrier in their first week in the UK.
Martin Talbot, chief executive of the Official Charts Company, said: “Adele truly is a once-in-a-generation artist. Her appeal spans age groups and genres, from children to teenagers, right through to mums and dads, uncles and aunties. 

“With this mammoth first-day sales tally, Adele has taken a further step towards greatness. Over the next few days we will find out whether it can pass the magic half a million sales mark.”
Sales of 25 will have been boosted by the decision to keep the album off streaming services such as Spotify and Apple Music.
Industry sources expect the album to sell about 700,000 copies in the UK in its first week, while the US total could be 2.5m. About 1m CDs have been distributed to UK stores, with 3.6m shipped across the US.
An astonishing 30m copies of Adele’s previous album, 21, have been sold globally since it was released in January 2011, making it the UK’s bestselling album that year – and in 2012 as well. US sales accounted for more than a third of the total.
It sold just 208,000 copies in the UK in its first week and took a month to pass the half-million mark.
In comparison, Taylor Swift’s album 1989 has shifted almost 9m copies since it was released in October 2014, with almost 1.3m in the US in its first week.
Some reviewers have criticised Adele for failing to break the mould with her latest work, with the Guardian’s Alexis Petridis concluding: “25’s big issue is that, in every sense, it dwells a little too heavily on the past.”
He gave it three stars, while Neil McCormick in the Telegraph went all the way with five stars.
“You can detect nods to Lionel Richie, Phil Collins, Carole King, Burt Bacharach ... but it would be churlish to carp when pop doesn’t come much more perfect than this.”



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Friday, November 20, 2015

Samanta Schweblin / Birds in the Mouth


Birds in the Mouth

by Samanta Schweblin

Translated by Joel Streicker


I TURNED OFF THE TV and looked out the window. Silvia’s car was parked in front of the house, with the emergency lights on. The bell rang again; she knew I was home. I went to the door and opened it.

“Hi,” she said. “We have to talk.”
She pointed to the sofa, and I obeyed because sometimes, when the past knocks on the door and treats me as it did four years ago, I continue to be an idiot.
“You’re not going to like it. It’s…it’s hard.” She looked at her watch. “It’s about Sara.”
“It’s always about Sara.”

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Guillermo Cabrera Infante / The Death of Virgilio Piñera






The only true writer of the people left in Cuba, Virgilio Pinera, died a different death.



The death of Virgilio didn’t come swiftly or easily either. He was in his small flat in Havana and he felt ill. Somehow he managed to phone for an ambulance, but it took three hours for the ambulance to come. Paperwork. A police state is primarily made of forms to be filled in and out. When the ambulance arrived, they found him downstairs, lying in the street, already dead. Alejo Carpentier, who wanted a heart attack, was almost eighty when he died. Virgilio Pinera, who didn’t want any heart attacks, was 68. Carpentier’s funeral was stately, pompous. Virgilio’s funeral was another play of the absurd by himself. Rumour spread (in socialist countries, rumour runs, Party news crawls – and a running rumour is always trustworthy) that Virgilio had died. He was to lie in state in a humble funeraria. There was a small group of writers, his old friends and a bevy of young writers who looked queer – and queer they were. Virgilio had been their only true teacher, their mentor, their master in the gai savoir. There were fast-fading flowers and there was even a wreath from the Writers’ Union, with no inscription.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Guillermo Cabrera Infante / Virgilio Piñera

Virgilio Piñera
Poster by T.A.
VIRGILIO PIÑERA
BIOGRAPHY
by Guillermo Cabrera Infante

It was then that Virgilio Pinera came back from Brussels via Prague and missed kissing Cuban soil by about three feet. Some hubris, Early one morning, on militia duty at the gates of Revolucion, I had a phone call from him. I was surprised at first, then I was astounded. Virgilio was calling me from the local gaol at the beach where he lived. He told me he had been arrested on charges of being a passive P. ‘But a capital P, you know.’ I understood: Virgilio meant P, not for Pinera or for poet, but for Pederast. The night before there had been some sort of carnal Kristalnacht in Havana. A special branch of the police, called the Social Scum Squad, arrested on sight everybody walking the streets at night in Old Havana who looked to the naked eye like a prostitute, a pimp or a pederast. This police operation was called the Night of the Three Ps. But at the time Virgilio was miles away, in bed (he believed it was healthy to go to bed early and to rise early), in the shack he christened his big bungalow on the beach. How in hell was Virgilio in gaol?

London Review of Books


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Virgilio Piñera / Belisario

Tiger by Triunfo Arciniegas

Belisario


by Virgilio Piñera


Translated by Mark Schafer





The tiger had to be given a person’s name. Seeing as he could speak, that he expressed himself correctly and properly, it would have been impolite and even an affront to call him by the name of his species or, even more humiliating, name him like a dog: Scout or Rex . . . . So, it was agreed that he would be called Belisario—Belisario Martínez.
His secretary knocked on the door of his office.
“May I, Mr. Belisario?”
“Do come in,” an affectionate voice replied.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Virgilio Piñera / A Deal with the Devil



A Deal with the Devil
by Virgilio Piñera
BIOGRAPHY

I stopped seeing her about a year , at that time I thought I she had very little time to live, she had seventy years old but looked like one hundred, torture of senile love and materially failed habíanla undone .

One evening I felt called , named from a car . Before it I recognized her voice. It was her, but transformed. He invited me for a ride . Beside me was a woman in her thirties , as they say, full of life.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Virgilio Piñera / The Mountain

El gigante
Arte callejero
La Habana, 2015
Fotografía de Triunfo Arciniegas

THE MOUNTAIN
by Virgilio Piñera
BIOGRAPHY
Translated by Daniel W. Koon


The mountain is three thousand feet tall. I have decided to eat it, bit by bit. It is a mountain like any other: vegetation, rocks, soil, animals and even humans beings that walk up and down its slopes. 

Every morning I throw myself upon it and start chewing on the first thing that crosses my path. I spend several hours at this. I return home with my body exhausted and my jaws distended. After a brief rest I sit in the doorway and gaze into the blue distance. 

If I told my neighbor about it he would surely laugh himself silly and take me for a madman. But being aware of what I am doing, I can very clearly see the mountain losing both heft and height. Soon they will be blaming geological disturbances. 

And that’s my tragedy: nobody will want to admit that it was I who was the devourer of the three-thousand-foot-tall mountain.


1957.


Saturday, November 14, 2015

Virgilio Piñera / Swimming


SWIMMING
by Virgilio Piñera
BIOGRAPHY
Translated by Daniel W. Koon

I have learned to swim on dry land. It turns out to be better than doing it in the water. There is no fear of sinking because you are already at the bottom, and by the same logic, you are already drowned beforehand. You also avoid having to be fished out by the light of a lantern or in the dazzling light of a beautiful day. Finally, the absence of water keeps your body from swelling up.

I am not going to deny that swimming on dry land resembles the agony of dying. At first glimpse one would imagine that you are in the throes of death. Still, it is quite different: at the same time that you are fighting off death you are quite alive, quite alert, hearing the music that comes in through the windows and watching the worm that is crawling along the ground.

At first my friends disapproved of my choice. They evaded my glance and cried secretly. Fortunately, that crisis has passed. Now they know that I feel comfortable swimming on dry land. Occasionally I dip my hands into the marble tiles and hand them a tiny fish which I have trapped in the underwater depths.

1957


My hero / John Lennon by Kevin Barry

John Lennon

My hero: John Lennon by Ken Barry


For great artists time is unfixed, and they can tune into the essences of other eras. I came to see John as a kind of Edwardian type – he’s the Melancholy Dandy

Saturday 14 November 2015

I
f there is a way in through the veins of a song, it may be with “Gimme Some Truth”, a headlong rant against the uptight and the narrow-minded, against the egocentric and the paranoiac, but here, as in all of John Lennon’s very best work, there is a simple, radical truth underpinning the barbed words and the bitter incantation – it doesn’t have to be this way, and we can be who we want to be.

To try and get his voice on to the page of Beatlebone was difficult because the reader brings an expectation of what he should sound like, but also because that voice is so capricious. Lennon could go from fluffy to spiky in the course of half a sentence; his humour lurched always into the surreal; he was an obsessive about the future but locked forever in the past. A method I found useful was to try to imagine him before the great and unprecedented maelstrom of fame and attention raised up its whirling forces. Who was he back then? He was a 17-year-old art college kid in Liverpool. He was maybe a bit shouty down at Ye Cracke, his boozer, sometimes. The first of the famous photographs come from this time and he’s pretty sharp, bequiffed and leather-jacketed, though with perhaps the remnants of a teenage pudginess about the chops still. He knows how to stare down the camera. It looks very 1950s, of course, but there is something older there, too. For great artists, always, I believe, time is unfixed, and they can tune at will into the essences of other eras, and somehow I came to see John as a kind of Edwardian type – he’s the Melancholy Dandy. He clarified a little for me in this light.
Soon there will be all of the fame, and the making of a new iconography, and the words and the music that he will bring to us will be rich and will cut deep, will be sometimes lyrical and sometimes thorny, but almost always beautiful.
Kevin Barry won the Goldsmiths prize for his novel Beatlebone.

THE GUARDIAN






2009
001 My hero / Oscar Wilde by Michael Holroyd
002 My hero / Harley Granville-Barker by Richard Eyre
003 My hero / Edward Goldsmith by Zac Goldsmith
004 My hero / Fridtjof Nansen by Sara Wheeler 
005 My hero / Mother Mercedes Lawler IBVM by Antonia Fraser

007 My hero / Ernest Shepard by Richard Holmes
008 My hero / JG Ballard by Will Self
009 My hero / Alan Ross by William Boyd
010 My hero / Ben the labrador by John Banville

011 My hero / Vicent van Gogh by Margaret Drabble
012 My hero / Franz Marek by Eric Hobsbawm

2010

017 My hero / Jack Yeats by Colm Tóibín
018 My hero / Francisco Goya by Diana Athill
019 My hero / Max Stafford-Clark by Sebastian Barry
020 My hero / Arthur Holmes by Richard Fortey

036 My hero / Robert Lowell by Jonathan Raban
037 My hero / Beryl Bainbridge by Michael Holroyd
038 My hero / Charles Schulz by Jenny Colgan
039 My hero / Oliver Knussen by Adam Foulds
040 My hero / Annie Proulx by Alan Warner

041 My hero / David Lynch by Paul Murray
042 My hero / Edwin Morgan by Robert Crawford
043 My hero / Anne Lister by Emma Donoghue
044 My hero / Jane Helen Harrinson by Mary Beard
045 My hero / Edmund Burke by David Marquand
046 My hero / Shelagh Deleaney by Jeanette Winterson
047 My hero / Christopher Marlowe by Val McDermid
048 My hero / Gwen John by Anne Enright
049 My hero / Michael Mayne by Susan Hill
050 My hero / Stanley Spencer by Howard Jacobson

051 My hero / William Beveridge by Will Hutton
052 My hero / Jean McConville by Amanda Foreman
053 My hero / Alexander Pushkin by Elaine Feinstein
058 My hero / Cy Twombly by Edmund de Waal

2011
079 My hero / Gene Wolfe by Neil Gaiman
087 My hero / Alberto Moravia by John Burnside
096 My hero / Isaac Babel by AD Miller
097 Lucian Freud by Esi Edugyan
100 Thomas Tranströmer by Robin Robertson
102 My hero / David Hockney by Susan Hill

2012

190 My hero / Iris Murdoch by Charlotte Mendelson
194 My hero / René Descartes by James Kelman
199 My hero / Albert Camus by Geoff Dyer

2015
2016