Victoria M. Adams
@victoriamadams
Those em-dashes are all mine, my precious. We do not use the nasssssty AI because it stinks. Silly hobbitses
In which I chatter about Jane Yolen's 'Touch Magic', why we tell the tales we tell, and family stories... www.instagram.com/p/DcExtVBjjVZ/
For the love of Jane Yolen... The people we admire most, those whose work inspires us, always seem to leave too soon. And so I light a candle in a metaphorical icon: this time for Jane Yolen, because her memory is really and truly a blessing. www.instagram.com/p/DZe9Xy2iKZA/
Ah, this one is hard. I owe a part of my writer soul to this great lady, who was always there, in the shelf, when I needed her. Vale Jane Yolen, go well. The world is a smaller place without you.
With love and appreciation for someone whose story resonated with so many of us. www.instagram.com/p/DZP_rr3CGhu/
I'm back with another book report on a new discovery (for me): Alex Peby's 'Mordew'. In brief: God is dead, and his rotting corpse animates the mud of the city of Mordew with flukes or half-living creatures. I enjoyed this but was a bit stumped by the ending: www.instagram.com/p/DY94bxqCHSN/
In a quest to understand the current political moment, I have returned to Peake. He doesn't disappoint: 'Saving this exception of the day of carvings, and the latitude permitted to the most peerless, there was no other opportunity for those who lived within the walls to know of these 'outer' folk'.
Just finished arranges Hardinge's glorious 'Fly By Night', about to start 'Twilight Robbery'!
I had so much fun reading Frances Hardinge's 'Fly By Night'. More enthusiasm here: www.instagram.com/p/DR7RTaWCIAU/
Some thoughts about recent reading ('Enlightenment', 'Orbital' - in passing) www.instagram.com/p/DK9p9Kko2ba/
An encounter with a marvellous book I should have read years ago... www.instagram.com/p/DKSKj5lokHy/
Rabbit, rabbit! It's April 1st, a great day to celebrate a great children's book: 'Watership Down' by Richard Adams. As a child, I wondered why anyone would write a story about rabbits. That was before I read it, obviously. It's about people. This book has never stopped teaching me about people.
Happy Nowruz! It's the Zoroastrian, Persian and Baha'i new year. Wherever you find Persians, you'll find Nowruz - the best spring festival. May blessings find you all this coming year. (This time, we didn't have a traditional feast but my husband made excellent fish cakes.)
Reading Donne (thank you Katherine Rundell) and struck by this verse, which might be a send up of gen AI users, a few centuries in advance: But he is worst who, beggarly, doth chaw Others’ wits’ fruits, and in his ravenous maw Rawly digested doth those things outspew As his own things...
In the midst of the dumpster fire that is currently the world, I deleted 2000 words of the wip and am pleased with the result. Half-pint miracles. Here. Have a picture of a beach in New Zealand to celebrate. No, I don't remember where it was. Seatoun? Red rocks? There may have been seals involved
In a world on fire, the fate of one innocent might not register. But here she is. Mahvash Sabet has endured years of unjust imprisonment on trumped up charges. Now, after open heart surgery, she faces return to Evin. Please raise your voices today, 9th January to call for her release. #freemahvash
Book advent: The Tombs of Atuan. It's hard to choose just one of Le Guin's books. She was able to accompany me from childhood to adulthood, giving me exactly the right book at exactly the right time. I discovered A Wizard Of Earthsea aged 9. Then, I found Tenar... Together, we looked into the dark.
Book advent: Finn Family Moomintroll. I think this was the first of Jansson's books I read though it isn't the first she wrote. It's the characters that stay with me, rather than the story. These are the first books that said: 'It's ok to be you, look: people are all different and worthy of love'.
Book advent: Watership Down. Forget Oxford PPE - make your budding politicians read this book! It explores how badly traditional aristocracies, quasi-religious dystopias and totalitarian dictatorships do when faced with real existential threats. All through the eyes of... a bunch of rabbits. Genius.
Book advent: The Borrowers. A fantasy that presents as a natural history! The concept of tiny people living under the floorboards, making a home out of old buttons, thimbles and other domestic minutiae, is so intoxicating to a child... again, the thought that you just. Might. Happen to see one...
Book advent: The Silver Chair. The Narnia series was hit and miss for me. I adored The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and The Magician's Nephew, while The Last Battle made me want to throw the book in the bin. The Silver Chair was the best - magical settings, jeopardy, a quest and of course Puddleglum!
Book advent: The Hobbit. The world-building that launched a thousand fandoms. Of course, what appealed to me, growing up with an Iranian family on an island in the Mediterranean, was the sheer exoticism. Bacon and eggs! Pork pies! Seed cakes! What was this extraordinary fare? Where could I find it?
Book advent: The Phantom Tollbooth. Legend holds that this book appears when you most need it, then disappears. Verified: I had a copy in childhood, which I loved. It disappeared. Later, I bought it for my daughter, who adored it. Then her copy disappeared. We bought another. THAT DISAPPEARED TOO...
Day 4 or 5-ish (yes, I've lost track): Tom's Midnight Garden. This book, people! As magical as Narnia and somehow more warm and vital, with a proper inter-generational friendship, an excellent approach to time travel, and the most grounded fantasy I have ever read. IT COULD BE REAL. Maybe it is!
Day 3: The Dark Is Rising. Myth, magic, arriving on one snowy winter's morning to change a young boy's life. There was something in this book that made me shiver and thrill... The old ones! Wild magic! Cooper along with Garner was the first writer who truly tapped into the fear and wonder for me.
How did she do it? Sutcliff took me by the proverbial collar as a child reader, dumping me bodily into ancient Rome, or fifth century Britain, amid cold iron and muddy boots and straw that smelled of piss. And I loved it. Her Arthurian saga still grips me in a way no other retelling does.