Keine deutsche Ausgabe

(kindly translated for me by Michael Eckstorm)

Geposted am Mittwoch, den 18. November 2009 um 9:05

Enttäuschenderweise hat der Verlag Klett-Cotta beschlossen, keine deutsche Ausgabe von The Third God zu veröffentlichen. Ich kann nur vermuten, dass es daran liegt, dass das Buch erst mit so langer Verzögerung erschienen ist. Es tut mir nicht leid, dass ich mir die Zeit genommen habe, die ich zum Schreiben von The Stone Dance brauchte. Doch weil ich es war, der dies so beschlossen hat, und keine künstlerischen Kompromisse eingehen wollte, kann ich mich nun nicht über diese Auswirkungen kommerzieller Natur beschweren …

Ich bin allerdings sehr traurig darüber, dass meine deutschsprachigen Leser nicht in der Lage sein werden, das Buch in ihrer Muttersprache zu lesen. Meine Agenten und ich suchen gegenwärtig nach einem anderen deutschen Verlag …

Ricardo Pintos »The Third God« nicht mehr bei Klett-Cotta | Wetterspitze | Fantasy Blog sagt:
November 26, 2009 at 8:57 pm
[…] suchen Ricardo Pintos Agenten und der Autor nach einem neuen deutschen Verlag für das Buch. Ganz schlecht scheinen mir die Chancen dafür nicht. Denn ein neuer Verlag könnte […]

ricardo sagt:
27. November 2009 um 10:12

hier ist der Link … Ich habe ihn an meine Agenten geschickt. Wenn es hier irgendwen aus Deutschland gibt, der uns dabei helfen kann, einen deutschen Verleger für die Bücher zu finden, dann wäre ich dafür äußerst dankbar. Was mir am meisten zu schaffen macht, ist, dass meine deutschsprachigen Leser das dritte Buch nun nicht auf Deutsch werden lesen können …

verbal/visual, written, verbal/visual…

The graphic above (courtesy of my friend Keith Brunton) is considered by some to be possibly the best statistical graphic ever drawn. By Charles Joseph Minard (1781 – 1870), a French engineer, it shows the terrible fate of Napoleon’s army in Russia.

Quoting from “The Visual Display of Quantitative Information” by Edward R. Tufte: “Described by E. J. Marey as seeming to defy the pen of the historian by its brutal eloquence, this combination of data map and time-series, drawn in 1861, portrays the devastating losses suffered in Napoleon’s Russian campaign of 1812. Beginning at the left on the Polish-Russian border near the Niemen River, the thick band shows the size of the army (422,000 men) as it invaded Russia in June 1812. The width of the band indicates the size of the army at each place on the map. In September, the army reached Moscow, which was by then sacked and deserted, with 100,00 men. The path of Napoleon’s retreat from Moscow is depicted by the darker lower band which is linked to a temperature scale and dates at the bottom of the chart. It was a bitterly cold winter, and many froze on the march out of Russia. As the graphic shows, the crossing of the Berezina River was a disaster, and the army finally struggled back into Poland with only 10,000 men remaining. Also shown are the movements of auxiliary troops, as they sought to protect the rear and flank of the advancing army. Minard’s graphic tells a rich, coherent story with its multivariate data, far more enlightening than just a single number bouncing along over time. Six variables are plotted: the size of the army, its location on a two-dimensional surface, direction of the army’s movement, and temperature on various dates during the retreat from Moscow.”

The seed of this post was actually this, but I have treasured the graphic above (with the book that I must return to my friend) for a long time – and wanted to share it with you.

Now, somewhat demonstrating the way my brain works, and though the link feels to me a tad clunky, I would like to make the following comments:

I read somewhere that, in the Middle Ages, in France, when the king wanted to inform his people of something, he would send out a proclamation that would then be announced, in the public squares of towns and villages, by town criers. And that, apparently, however long the proclamation, it was the case that just about anyone who heard this would, in turn, be able to pass it on ‘word perfect’ to anyone they met. Such a feat of memory today might well have you classified as an idiot savant…

Where has this ability gone? Apparently, the parts of our brain that would memorise such a proclamation have been ‘overwritten’ by the act of learning to read and write… So, it seems, you can have one or the other, but not both. It occurs to me that, had sound recording equipment been invented before writing, writing might never have been invented at all. Today, when our ‘masters’ wish to speak to us, they can do so directly through screens. Screens are everywhere, and though they are still heavily textual – sound and the moving image, and graphics (such as the ones above) carry more and more of the burden of communication. Is it too fanciful to suppose that the future of humanity lies beyond the written word? That our technology might return us to our roots – an oral and visual culture? Certainly, reading and writing is something we find difficult, something that we have to be forced into as children… I wonder if, in the million year communicating history of our species, writing may be a mere blip, a temporary diversion…

christmas shopping

I hate Christmas – particularly having to shop. When I explained this to a friend, he accused me of being a Scrooge. I explained that I REALLY don’t shop. I buy books, CDs, food, necessary kit (especially Apple computers *grin*) – and that’s about it. I DON’T shop!! Really! If all the people out there shopped as I do, the whole edifice of the consumer society would come crashing down… A consequence of this is that I simply don’t even know where the shops are – or what they have to sell.

So, you see, I HATE going into shops for myself – never mind going in to buy stuff for other people – stuff I don’t know if they want – stuff that I am feeling compelled to buy only because it is required of me by a ritual that I do not feel belongs to me at all.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not about money. I would be delighted to invite the world and his cat and dog to sit around a bonfire and eat food I had cooked, supplying copious quantities of alcohol of any kind – and to celebrate what I feel I want to celebrate at this time of year – the winter solstice.

but I DO NOTTTTT SHOPPPPP!!!!

PS. bah, humbug!

the perils of certainty…

I have an abiding distrust – dislike, even – of certainty. If there is one thing I have learned about life it is that we can not really be certain of anything much at all. Thus, it seems to me that when a human pronounces that he/she is absolutely certain of something, what they are expressing is a belief that feels to them to be necessary to their psychological wellbeing… It is, of course, uncomfortable (painful, even) not to have certainties to hold on to. However, I believe (though I’m open to being persuaded otherwise *grin*) that, in keeping our beliefs open to change, there lies the greatest hope we have of negotiating the paths of our lives, of our societies and our species, well…

knight’s move…

It occurs to me that the moves in chess have interesting parallels to human thought and even to our lives…

A rook represents an orthogonal approach – powerful and direct – but inflexible. A bishop has – literally – an oblique approach, with an ability to slice forensically past seemingly solid opposition. A pawn’s slow, forward plodding – with its frail hope of, in the end, overcoming almost insurmountable odds and reaching that butterfly like transformation at the end of the board – seems to me sadly indicative of so much of the human condition. The king, pityfully hemmed in, vulnerable, lives in a world where everyone IS out to get him. The queen, celebrity, high achiever, struggles to fulfil unreasonable expectations. And, finally, our knight, that paragon of left-field thinking, challenging others when he cannot be challenged himself; leaping over difficulties as if they were not there; arriving at his target by an idiosyncratic route. He’s the one I want to emulate…

my nephew’s tattoo

Somehow, one of you found out about my nephew’s tattoo (no doubt I mentioned it somewhere) and asked me to see it. So here it is. It is blood-taint though not as it would be expressed, in scars, on his back – who would have his mother’s taint and his father’s running down either side of his spine.

Apple’s tablet

I have been following the rumours of Apple’s tablet device with interest. I have been a Mac user since 1984 and, for a long time, I ‘supported’ Apple the way some people support football teams. Of course, once they went mainstream with the iPod, my fervour cooled a little *grin*. However, and in spite of them being just another evil corporation, there is something of a ‘vision thing’ that goes on at Apple that I still approve of. There’s no doubt that their iTunes/iPod ecosystem has transformed music and certainly how I listen to music… I had moved from vinyl to CD with much relief (tired of scratches) and moved to digital music as gratefully. What’s more, once I made the move to digital, I began buying a lot more music (still in CD format for ripping because digital downloads are not high enough quality in my opinion) – and listening to a lot more too…

So, what has all this waffle to do with Apple’s tablet device? Well, it seems to me that it has the potential to bring the ebook revolution. I am unconvinced by the Kindle and the Sony reader: it seems to me that a device purpose built for books is hardly likely to bring books new readers. However, one designed as a general internet device, with colour, could well become a trojan horse with ebooks in its belly. So Apple’s tablet has had me hopeful for some time. Its Achille’s heel (to keep the Homeric theme going :O)) has been its proposed lcd screen. This would consume far too much power. Now that there is talk that it will have an OLED screen, suddenly it becomes plausible.

No doubt you will consider the proposed price to be ruinously high. Rumours that Apple has been working on a tablet device have been around for years. It seems to me probable that the reason Steve Jobs has delayed releasing such a device is because there is a ‘sweet point’ where the technology allows the required functionality (the OLED screen with its low power consumption and its high contrast for outdoor viewing) AND the price is right. The delay until the end of 2010 would suggest that it is the latter that is being ‘finessed’… that Apple will make the kind of deal with its OLED suppliers that it has made with Intel for chips, and with its DRAM suppliers… If it guarantees the suppliers not only a massive pre-order – but to grow their market for them using its new device – then they will sell Apple the OLED screens cheap… Here’s hoping…

[And then, just after having written this blog, I read this that made me doubt my conviction about Apple’s tablet… hmmm… perhaps I’m being too swayed by elegance…]

ebook versions of the Stone Dance?

Christo Taylor-Davies has asked me where he could obtain ebook versions of my books. As it happens, I had just been discussing this issue with my agent.

Way back in 1996, as I was signing my first contract for the Stone Dance books, I had a notion to make a fuss about the ebook rights (they were subsumed under some other category then) because I already had a notion that ‘soon’ ebooks would become a reality. I didn’t – because, at the time, it seemed nit-picking… As a consequence these rights were given willy-nilly to everyone. So that, for example, the UK and US both got rights to an English language ebook version for their ‘own territories’ (incidentally, these are, for the US = the US and Philippines, for the UK = the rest of the world – an interesting vestige of the British Empire, I think). Of course, the internet is a single, indivisible territory – so that I’m not sure it makes any real sense to have two different publishers having English language rights.

Anyway, what’s happening now is that the ebook ‘revolution’ seems on the verge of breaking loose and publishers everywhere are scrabbling around trying to be ready for it. This means that everything is in a great confusion… and that, thus, I have no idea at present as to when proper ebook editions of my books are going to appear. Soon I hope. You can be sure that I will announce such editions here the moment that I hear of any.

no German edition

Disappointingly, Klett-Cotta have decided not to publish a German edition of The Third God. I can only assume that this is because the book was so late. I am not apologetic about having taken as long as I did to write the Stone Dance, but since it was I who chose to do so without compromising its artistic integrity, I cannot complain about these commercial consequences.

I am of course saddened that my German readers will not be able to read the book for now in their own language. My agents and I are seeking another German publisher.

Jung’s Red Book

I first read Jung when perhaps halfway through writing “The Standing Dead”. It was like coming home. Through him I came to a completely new understanding of what it was I was doing with the Stone Dance. That I discovered that my work was packed full of what he terms ‘archetypes’, convinced me that his theory of the ‘collective unconscious’ must be true – how else to explain the archetypes being there…? It was a strange, exhilarating experience; to suddenly discover how, all the time I had been ‘constructing’ the book with my conscious mind, my unconscious had been delving far deeper foundations and flows. This explained, of course, the peculiar and visceral connection there was between my dreams and the books. It explained also where whence so many disturbing images and scenes were emerging. It also revealed to me – and this was a tad shocking – that the books were deeply autobiographical. A sort of ‘mythological’ autobiography. Finally, Jung explained why it was that some of my readers were so powerfully struck by the books. As I’ve written elsewhere, my feelings had little to with pride, but rather with a humility that all this – that is common to us all – had channeled through me into my work. It gave me an understanding of why I was making the Stone Dance – why I had needed to make it – why it was worth making. None of these reasons had anything to with fame or money – of which the books have brought me pitifully little *grin*

Now, reading Jung I have found akin to attempting the interpretation of a dream – that as you try to grasp it, it either slips through your fingers, more elusive than water – or it tightens down to a pellet, hard and lifeless. I don’t ‘understand’ Jung as much as feel it. His works can be daunting, impenetrable… And then the Red Book suddenly appears. And it is claimed that it is the source of all Jung’s other work – though not delivered as an abstruse, technical treatise, but simply. And, bizarrely, the Red Book is filled with his own, exquisite drawings (Jung spent much time on focusing on manadalas – drawings produced by his patients that he interpreted therapeutically) and accompanied by meticulous calligraphy. Like a bible illuminated by some monk in the Middle Ages. How strange. A telling of his own struggle and exploration with his own psyche from which all his insights emerged. Even as I write this, it seems like some Hollywood conceit – something by Dan Brown… but apparently it is… real.

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