I am very pleased to announce that my dark fairy tale ‘The Cake Tree’ has been published in the lovely Duality 6 book, with the theme of ‘home’. Thanks to the editor Alec Beattie for including my story, and for putting together such a beautiful anthology in the mad run-up to Christmas. The Duality 6 book will soon be available to purchase from the Duality website.
I missed my Sunday blog deadline last week, but it’s kind of a good thing rather than laziness, as I’ve been working on the novel and various other projects. There is an exciting collaboration coming up, co-ordinated by the illustrious Mark Nicholls, and I have an interesting photo project on the go, which I shall tell you more about in the new year (but for now, make sure you keep the evening of Thursday 19th January free).
I’m also putting together a piece on the delicious Angela Carter. For me, this time of year just screams Angela Carter, and I scurry to my bookshelf to re-read ‘The Bloody Chamber’, before curling up on the couch to watch ‘The Company of Wolves’. I adore Carter’s writing. I love the precision and the lyricism. As an end of year gift, I shall leave you with some of her beautiful words (and a little song from James Dean Bradfield). Have a lovely holiday, and see you all in the new year!
“At night, the eyes of wolves shine like candle flames, yellowish, reddish, but that is because the pupils of their eyes fatten on darkness and catch the light from your lantern to flash it back to you – red for danger; if a wolf’s eyes reflect only moonlight, then they gleam a cold and unnatural green, a mineral, a piercing colour. If the benighted traveller spies those luminous, terrible sequins stitched suddenly on the black thickets, then he knows he must run, if fear has not struck him stock-still.
But those eyes are all you will be able to glimpse of the forest assassins as they cluster invisibly around your smell of meat as you go through the wood unwisely late. They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, grey members of a congregation of nightmare…
There is a vast melancholy in the canticles of the wolves, melancholy infinite as the forest, endless as these long nights of winter…You can tell them by their eyes, eyes of a beast of prey, nocturnal, devastating eyes as red as a wound…
Snow half-caked the lattice and she opened it to look into the garden. It was a white night of moon and snow; the blizzard whirled round the gaunt, gray beasts who squatted on their haunches among the rows of winter cabbage, pointing their sharp snouts to the moon and howling as if their hearts would break. Ten wolves; twenty wolves – so many wolves she could not count them, howling in concert as if demented or deranged. Their eyes reflected light from the kitchen and shone like a hundred candles.
What big teeth you have.
All the better to eat you with.
The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody’s meat.”
extracts from ‘The Company of Wolves’ by Angela Carter