Ponderances and preponderances
So a few days have passed in glory.
Thursday night was Goldsboro Books and the HWA’s History in the Court at Cecil Court in London. As always happens at these events I get the chance to saunter around pretending I’m considerably cooler and more talented than I am, fawn around some of the best selling historical fiction authors, get some signed books and, inevitably, make a tit out of myself somewhere along the line!
I had the chance this year to chat to some of the most amazing authors, including (in no particular order) Michael Jecks, Anthony Riches, DE Meredith, Ben Kane, Michael Arnold, Harry Sidebottom, Robyn Young, Douglas Jackson, Robert Low, Simon Scarrow, James Aitcheson, Manda Scott, Conn Iggulden, Paul Fraser Collard, Henry Venmore-Rowland.
Needless to say, these writers are all exceptional in their field, but they are also, to boot, truly exceptional human beings – pleasant conversationalists, supportive colleagues, all round smashing folk. I cannot suggest vehemently enough that you make a note in your diary for next year to book tickets and go for it.
But more than that, some of our friends from the Twittersphere were there; people who have become so close friends that it always enlivens an occasion when they’re there. Lovely to see WetDarkAndWild Kate, ‘Wine thief’ Britten, ‘Bag-o-books’ Robin, ‘enigmatic’ Rob, Louise (too new to get a nickname yet!) and ‘The Augusta’ Diane. Fab
Writers, bloggers, friends, agents, publishers, booksellers. How can that be a loss?
Friday we sauntered around London, just having a relaxing time (and a few intoxicating beverages) with wifey’s university mates, celebrating good news and generally good humour.
Strangely, I have got to know wifey’s good friends so well now that they have become my friends in their own right, and I treasure the chances we get to meet them.
Had a lovely Moroccan/Lebanese meal on the Friday evening, which I loved, and then prepared for Saturday morning.
The British Museum. Done it a number of times, and love it every time. But this time we were there for the last weekend of the Pompeii exhibition. It was just as stunning as the Hadrian one a few years ago, if not better. I have seen so many programs and read so many books on the subject that a lot of it was a repeat for me, and some of the artifacts I have seen before in situ in the Naples museum and other places, but still the way it was put together and the sheer power of the presentation meant it was like seeing all this stuff new. Given that it was not new to me and yet hit me with clearly all the power it had been designed for, I cannot even fathom how impressive the exhibition was to someone who was new to it.
So that was my weekend.
Fun, eh? But before I go, I’m going to leave you with some photos. Now I took no photos in the exhibition, as it was forbidden (*sigh*, you knobhead that I tutted as I walked past) but these photos are taken from my trip a decade ago to Naples, and involve some of the exhibits recently shown in the BM. If you’re faint of heart, look away before the end!
Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Now tomorrow I get back to work on Marius’ Mules VI and the joint project with Gordon Doherty, as well as reading some old faves interspersed with unreleased manuscripts (in my sideline as literary advisor/editor/book reviewer). I cannot remember what it was like to have one job. But then, given the perks, who cares!
Cheers folks. Fronto (and unidentified protagonist #2) beckon.
Have a damn good week. And remember that a day off is less than a week away.
Written by SJAT
September 29, 2013 at 10:27 pm
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