I was hooked instantly by this collection of stories. Each one, layered with dialogue, let me witness from the inside.
I had no idea what to expect from this film other than what the title suggested, and its location.
What a treat! No politics, no bloodshed – just a happy reminder of Zimbabwe’s everyday decency.
My thanks to Eland Publishing for a copy of this book – parts of it I loved with a passion, other parts I wanted to tear out and jump on. But I never wanted to give up.
William Kinglake is so young and opinionated that it’s a shock to meet him, especially with two centuries of hindsight. It’s like meeting the worst of the British Empire in one person. His voice is brilliant, bizarre, unbelievable in places, and stunningly arrogant in others.
I was sent this book by Eland Publishing.
It is not a book of stormy passion, despite the title, but one that meanders slowly around post-war Greece, returning almost two decades later to the point where it begins – Perachora.
I was invited to a screening of Klaus by the Writers’ Guild on a wet and windy election night in London.
The evening began with an introduction by director, Sergio Pablos. He praised the talents of the animators from around the world who worked on the film; he spoke of the skill of the stars who brought the characters to life – J K Simmons, Jason Schwarzman, and Rashida Jones; and he mentioned in particular the innovative way light had been painted into each scene.
Then we were whisked away to Smeerensburg to meet Mr Klaus and his neighbours, all in magical 2D animation.
This is the story of a young Malawian boy, William Kamkwamba, who makes a windmill out of scraps to bring water to his father’s fields. William is at the heart of the film, surrounded by family, in a country approaching chaos.
The cast is excellent … and so is the windmill.
This collection of essays begins with a river and the road beside it, that “winds without rhyme or reason where it could run straight” .
Together they set the compass for Nicolas Bouvier’s meander beside people and their places, with moments picked out like glistening pebbles.