Light Lifts My Spirits

I am one of the multitudes residing in the northern hemisphere who suffer from winter light deprivation. Not the full blown S.A.D. variety but, nevertheless, quite debilitating. I find the omniscient grey wallpaper dulls the senses and depresses the creative spirit.

So, in that mood, I made myself sign up for a three day writing workshop as part of the  'Winter Words' programme at Pitlochry. It turned out to be the kick-start I needed, not so much because of the tutor's input (she was fine) but more because of the way the group gelled: it ranged from a couple of lively twenty-somethings to a wonderful seventy-plus lady who exuded genteel modesty but turned out to be a wickedly funny rebel. We were honest and constructive with each other. sparking ideas until the River Room, overlooking the fast-flowing Tummel, threatened to ignite! The end result is the novel, consigned to the bottom drawer for the last two years, is now back on my desktop. And the Spring bulbs are aglow.

The weekend after the workshop, I was back at Pitlochry to hear Sally Magnusson talk about her latest book, ' Where Memories Go -  why Dementia Changes Everything', a moving memoir of the way she and her family dealt with her beloved mother's dementia. I had read the book and been very moved: what I wasn't prepared for was the intensity of the empathy which came from the capacity audience. It seemed almost everyone in that theatre had a story to tell about caring for a loved one with dementia. And Sally Magnusson handled their questions with such care and passion - a passion which has already seen her chair an important debate on the subject in an attempt to focus the minds of those who have the power and, we hope, the will to drive this topic to the top of the political agenda. 

This is not just another book about the suffering of one individual and her family but an extremely well-written and often joyous account of a daughter's search to preserve the 'self' of her mother in memories.

During the long, dark winter days, I try to keep the writing going by entering competitions. Periodically, I make a note of some of the most noteworthy ones . Usually it's short stories I enter but last month I submitted a memoir for a change. Initially, it felt quite strange writing in this genre but, once I'd found the right voice, it flowed quite easily. It was good to cut to the heart of things and put the magnifying glass on the detail. I found you can't be sloppy with the language of emotion in a memoir: to be credible, you have to distil and then some more until you feel the essence of the experience.

Back to books but this time two books for older teenagers: 'Ferryman' by Claire McFall and 'Slated' by Teri Terry. The first tells the story of Dylan who is killed in a train crash en route to meet up with her estranged father. But she emerges from the crash into a strange Scottish landscape where she meets a boy, Tristan, the Ferryman of the title, whose job it is to escort the souls of the dead across to their final resting place. 

Crossing this wasteland, they encounter menacing demons and wraiths who try to prevent them from reaching the safe houses along the route. They also encounter a developing relationship which, ultimately, presents both of them with difficult choices. As the blurb asks, 'Life, death or love - which will Dylan choose?' 

A sort of modern day retelling of the ferryman story of Greek mythology, this is an unsettling book which poses many questions about life after death, about the power of love and, ultimately, about the complex relationship between body and soul. Big and testing questions for teenage readers as well as for adults.

 
The second is set in the not too distant but scary future in which anyone under the age of 16 is made to undergo a surgery if they are believed to be 'terrorists', or if they are believed to be threats to the society. Their minds and memories are completely wiped and drawn blank. This procedure is called being 'Slated'. Their emotions are controlled by a device called a Levo which registers when the individual is experiencing strong, negative emotions. The state's idea is to control these individuals by keeping them in a permanently level, emotional state

The central character, Kyla is one such 'Slater', confused about all the terrifying flashbacks that keep returning to her - like the man who keeps returning to her dream, smashing her fingers with bricks. And yet, the only answer she is given is that she's "different". She is befriended and protected by Ben - kind, funny and interested in Kyla for who she is. 

The gripping plot involves Kyla trying to find out who she is, who she once was, and who she needs to be.

My only real disappointment was with the ending. The book is the first in what is going to be a series and the ending suffers from that. Too many loose ends are speedily gathered up in an unsatisfactory conclusion, victim of the drive to leave the reader with enough of a 'hook' to warrant a sequel. But, nevertheless, a compelling read.

This morning the light wakened me at 6.30. I could have been irritated by this but, instead, basking in the knowledge that the Spring Equinox is almost here, I threw off the duvet and welcomed the day!