TNSH Signing at the CTBF
Friday, June 8th, 2007I’m scheduled to sign copies of The New Suffolk Hymnbook at the Jacana stand during the Cape Town Book Fair, on Sunday 17 June at 1pm. Here is the poster Jacana has designed to promote the stint:
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I’m scheduled to sign copies of The New Suffolk Hymnbook at the Jacana stand during the Cape Town Book Fair, on Sunday 17 June at 1pm. Here is the poster Jacana has designed to promote the stint:
A friend made the dour observation recently that being on the longlist for an award is like waiting for someone to ask you to dance.
Neither she nor I was asked last night when the Sunday Times Fiction Prize longlist was winnowed from twenty-nine to a shortlist of five. The prize, at R75,000, is SA’s largest literary award.
We chaff may take consolation in this image, which I have pilfered from the Times‘ website. It’s the longlist, stacked - a frozen moment of promise.
If I was a literary bookie, meanwhile, I’d place extremely short odds on Marlene van Niekerk and Agaat to take the prize. It’s the thickest book of the bunch, close to the center. (Another friend points out that, in Agaat’s case, a translation is being judged, not an original work in English, which is quite irregular. But then again, SA’s literary politics are much like the real thing, haphazard - and what’s more, he’s on the shortlist.)
Boswestblog will be on sabbatical for the rest of the month, while urgent literary and other matters are attended to.
In the interim, we present this special compilation of the “Boswestblog Top Ten” - as chosen by YT (no, not Air Togo, the Yukon Territory, or yellowTab) - for your perusal.
Peruse, peruse!
By the time the Ford Administration (discontinued) reached the small town in the Colorado Rockies where I grew up - not Vail, reportedly the President’s favorite resort in the state, but two hours’ drive north-northwest of it - its security detail had shrunk to two, and there were barely enough cabinet men, lackeys and hangers-on in the entourage to complete a foursome.
What is “my near west” - ? It is the transatlantic path that connects London, UK, where I usually first re-enter the “west” when travelling, and Denver, Colorado, USA, where I most often take my leave of it. Here is a series of pics from a recent sojourn there.
All images were taken with a Canon Powershot A80, and put through the open-source app. digiKam’s color balancing (some would say “colorizing”) wringer. They are displayed in sequential order: the first photo is the oldest, the last the latest. Go to Flickr for the captions; this is part one of four.
My last entry being just over more than two weeks ago, my apologies for the “dead air”. I had a splendid trip to the U.S., and no chance to comment on items post the Collected Works Reading and Signing. But now, Boswestblog is back - I’ll be posting as normal as soon as I can shake off the (absolutely crushing) jet lag.
Meanwhile, I’ve noticed that the interface with Flickr isn’t working at the moment. This is likely a connectivity glitch, not anything serious, and the pics should be back up for viewing soon.
Last evening’s reading at the Collected Works bookstore in downtown Santa Fe - complete with South African wine - went very well, with quite a good crowd turning out.
Santa Fe’s Lannan Foundation - unspoken motto: “watering minds in the high desert” - brought five members of the black poetry collective Cave Canem to the Lensic Theater last evening for an extended reading. The locals (who don’t get too much in-the-flesh exposure to black American culture, one would hazard) were treated to an undrawing of the curtains in one wing of the house, very much under expansion at present, that is African-American literature.
The next stop on my grand international tour promoting The New Suffolk Hymnbook is the Collected Works bookstore in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Come one, come all - books will most certainly be on sale (directly imported from Africa!), and I will most certainly be happy to sign them after the reading.
Henrietta Rose-Innes did me the great favor of introducing The New Suffolk Hymnbook at Julie Aitchison’s fine bookshop on Wednesday evening. She spoke quite eloquently and left me quite flustered; she’s agreed to allow me to publish her notes on Boswestblog - they’ll appear here soon.

Gus Ferguson, Henrietta Rose-Innes and Jeanne Hromnik
The turnout was good, with many friends coming along, and an encouraging number of novels sold and signed. Spotted, inter alia: Mike Cohen, Russel Brownlee, Chris Nicklin, Rodney Trudgeon, Nozuko Mbana, Gus Ferguson and Jeanne Hromnik.
Thanks to all who showed up. Here are a few more snaps (all courtesy my Lovely Assistant):
November, for those who didn’t know, is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, and the people who are responsible for it have set their followers - a burgeoning band - the goal of cranking out 50 000 words in 30 days.
Which brings to mind Wordworth’s classic anti-verbiage sonnet. To wit:
The novel is too much with us; late and soon,
Writing and proofing, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in the AlphaSmart that is ours;
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Political commentator Richard Calland’s new book, Anatomy of South Africa - Who Holds the Power? was launched last night at Relish, a restauraunt-cum-bar which afforded decent wine, tepid hors d’oeuvres, a great view of the sunset over Lion’s Head, and rather cramped quarters for the 100+ crowd that turned out.
A pretty book, launched at a pretty venue. Birds Cafe on Bree St. is one of Cape Town’s most popular lunch spots, the apogee of rustic chic in the city. The usual milk crate seats and door-and-sawhorses tables were cleared away for poets on Saturday morning, but the birdsong - supplied by a turntable spinning behind a curtain - twittered right along throughout.
Holtmann asked, and I’ve sweated bullets to deliver up the goods. In the end, two lists weren’t possible, so the U.S. and the Commonwealth have been united. It’s been horrible, agonizing: one discovers that to list one’s favorite novels of the past quarter century is to condemn oneself twice, as both conventional and poorly-read.
Without further ado, then…
I’ll be giving a reading at Boabab Books in Long Street, Cape Town, on Wed. Nov 1st. Come along - here are the details:
Delivered to the inbox a few days ago - should be great fun:
Umuzi and Clarke’s Bookshop
invite you to celebrate the publication of
Birds in Words
The Twitchers’ Guide to South African Poetry
Following a New York Times poll that named Toni Morrison’s Beloved the greatest American novel of the last 25 years, the UK’s Observer - cavilling about US literary isolationism - has played copycat. The paper’s survey of Commonwealth literature of the past quarter-century, released over the weekend, places JM Coetzee’s Disgrace
in pole position.
I personally disagree with both choices - though each book would likely make respective top tens - but, for some reason, my opinion wasn’t solicited.
Received in the post this week from one Paula Collins, whose return address is a PO Box in Mount Morris, Illinois (a town west of Chicago on Highway 64 - see map), the following form letter:

Poets and Writers Subscription Letter
Now, there is much that might be said about this letter, starting with its promising salutation (”Dear Writer” - quite heartening to be accepted into the guild upfront), then moving on to its opening gambit, which makes you suspect Ms. Collins spent long years as a guidance counsellor at Mount Morris High before embarking on her current career.
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Book launch gadflies were offered a tough choice between two luminaries for their evening fluttering tonight: at the Centre for the Book, reknowned Afrikaans poet Petra Müller, who read at the release of her first collection of verse in English, Night Crossing (Tafelberg); and at the V&A Waterfront, Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu, subject of John Allen’s new biography, the clunkily-titled A Rabble Rouser for Peace (Random House). (Allen was also, incidentally, in attendance.)
If your gadfly timing was good, however, you could have flitted from one event to the other for the best parts of each.
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I missed Owen Sheers’ reading at the Green Man Festival - he was in the “literature tent” on the festival’s Saturday afternoon, while I was out driving through towns with names like Bwlch - but was afforded the opportunity to catch up yesterday evening, when he appeared somewhat miraculously at the Cape Town V&A Waterfront’s Wordsworth Books, to talk about his book, The Dust Diaries.
Of interest to many in Africa will be the events surrounding the 50th Anniversary of the 1st International Conference of Black Writers and Artists, to take place at the Sorbonne in Paris later this month.