I've always been slightly mystified by my own unwillingness to blog. Or maybe unwillingness is unfair, but it certainly gets a remarkably low priority, and little attention, when you think how garrulous I am. I realised something today - it's partly the lack of immediate audience. I feel like I'm talking to myself here, and I can do that quite effectively without needing to write it down. :o) But it's also partly the tedium of the medium.
Sorry, but blog sites are dull, and writing into a box is dull. If I had some immediate feedback, as one does for example with Twitter, then the dullness of the medium wouldn't matter, because the contributors compensate. If there are to be no chums to chat to, if I'm just to wibble on alone here, I need to make the exercise of wibbling more interesting and exciting for myself. The only obvious way to do this, is to take over the hosting and formatting from blogger and do the whole darn thing myself so that it's lively, and creative, and wonderfully exciting and... that sounds like a lot of work. So perhaps if I hit myself over the head with that stick, I don't need to sit here designing a carrot? It's a bugger. I'll think about it.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The question the Guardian are gagging to report (groan)
I feel no great need to protect the Guardian, but I am a little alarmed by the idea of preventing any paper from reporting on activities in Parliament. If you'd like to know what the question is they can't report...
61 N Paul Farrelly (Newcastle-under-Lyme): To ask the Secretary of State for Justice, what assessment he has made of the effectiveness of legislation to protect (a) whistleblowers and (b) press freedom following the injunctions obtained in the High Court by (i) Barclays and Freshfields solicitors on 19 March 2009 on the publication of internal Barclays reports documenting alleged tax avoidance schemes and (ii) Trafigura and Carter-Ruck solicitors on 11 September 2009 on the publication of the Minton report on the alleged dumping of toxic waste in the Ivory Coast, commissioned by Trafigura.(293006)
Of course, you can be sure the Guardian will be selling lots of extra copies explaining why it can't report - it's not like these guys can't always capitalise!
61 N Paul Farrelly (Newcastle-under-Lyme): To ask the Secretary of State for Justice, what assessment he has made of the effectiveness of legislation to protect (a) whistleblowers and (b) press freedom following the injunctions obtained in the High Court by (i) Barclays and Freshfields solicitors on 19 March 2009 on the publication of internal Barclays reports documenting alleged tax avoidance schemes and (ii) Trafigura and Carter-Ruck solicitors on 11 September 2009 on the publication of the Minton report on the alleged dumping of toxic waste in the Ivory Coast, commissioned by Trafigura.(293006)
Of course, you can be sure the Guardian will be selling lots of extra copies explaining why it can't report - it's not like these guys can't always capitalise!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
A comment posted to the Observer on the subject of postal strikes
In response to the Observer piece about the effect the postal strike is having on eBay sellers.
I've been selling online for six years, on a variety of sites, and this is the first week I've ever received two "where's my stuff" messages in the same week. I don't know if this strike is more disruptive than previous ones, or simply less well publicised. Items arriving late can be a worry when they're sold via eBay, because of the impact negative feedback can have on your visibility there, and because the black art with which eBay generate and use DSRs is so lacking in transparency. I also sell things at eBid.net, and prefer the clarity and transparency of the system there - no DSRs, no complicated four-part star ratings, just a simple pos/neg/neu and a factual comment. Best of all, the feedback can be changed as the situation develops, so an irate customer who's book's held up can go back later and switch a negative to a positive when the situation's resolved. Buying and selling online involves a great deal of trust on both sides, and we all have moments when we think the worst and suspect we've been had. So any system that allows one to rethink, and adjust, that initial reaction seems good to me. Things like postal strikes will always be with us. Or disruption due to weather, acts of God, or acts of man. A seller's reputation should not be open to damage by such vagaries.
I've been selling online for six years, on a variety of sites, and this is the first week I've ever received two "where's my stuff" messages in the same week. I don't know if this strike is more disruptive than previous ones, or simply less well publicised. Items arriving late can be a worry when they're sold via eBay, because of the impact negative feedback can have on your visibility there, and because the black art with which eBay generate and use DSRs is so lacking in transparency. I also sell things at eBid.net, and prefer the clarity and transparency of the system there - no DSRs, no complicated four-part star ratings, just a simple pos/neg/neu and a factual comment. Best of all, the feedback can be changed as the situation develops, so an irate customer who's book's held up can go back later and switch a negative to a positive when the situation's resolved. Buying and selling online involves a great deal of trust on both sides, and we all have moments when we think the worst and suspect we've been had. So any system that allows one to rethink, and adjust, that initial reaction seems good to me. Things like postal strikes will always be with us. Or disruption due to weather, acts of God, or acts of man. A seller's reputation should not be open to damage by such vagaries.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
A book review of sorts - The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
It's probably a strange idea to review a book so long after reading it. It might be a little odd to take the time to review a book I found so utterly unintelligent as the bad, but some sort of warning seems only fair. It's probably most strange to review a book I haven't read. And not just one book I haven't read, but lots of non-specific books I haven't read. But hey, we're not scared of strange, are we?
The cover blurb promises many marvels. It promises a story of "...among other things - love and loss; of ninjas, pirates, politics; of curious heroism in strange and dangerous places; and, of a friendship stretched beyond its limits. But it also the story of a world, not unlike our own, in desperate need of heroes - however unlikely they may seem." And if that all sounds like your idea of fun, then go ahead, because it delivers.
The story is beautifully structured, giving just enough knowledge to keep you this side of desk-chewing frustration, but withholding more to keep you turning pages. You don't know where it's going next, or how it's going to get there, but you really want to be along for the ride.
Nick Harkaway achieves the first essential, he makes us care about the characters. He does it without schmaltz or sentiment; he simply draws interesting, flawed but likeable people, and lets us get to know them as we rattle along.
The Gone-Away World is full of ideas - challenging, amusing, and scary in turns. It doesn't fit into any pre-packed genre, but doesn't feel like a patchwork quilt - the different turns all work, and the ninjas a pirates do need to be there, unlikely though that might sound.
The Bad
I love a good, old-fashioned whodunnit. Agatha Christie, Dorothy L Sayers, and Patricia Wentworth have been my staple reading for many years. So when a few like-minded readers recommended the Agatha Raisin stories I was naturally keen to find myself a new author. The first one I tried was The Potted Gardner. I read it, reported back that I'd found it dull, stifled my disappointment, and moved on. Then recently another came my way and I wondered if I'd been harsh. Or perhaps the book I'd chosen had been written before the author got into her stride? I say "her", I haven't been interested enough to discover the sex of M C Beaton, but I'm guessing from the sex of the main character and the nature of the writing.
And so, this week, I read Agatha Raisin and the Fairies of Fryfam. By this story I think it's safe to assume that Ms Beaton has reached whatever stride she's aiming for, and I feel confident in asserting that I just plain dislike her books. Sorry ma'am. Agatha Raisin is possibly the most unpleasant, and unlikable, amateur sleuth of my experience. Described optimistically in the text as prickly but charming, she's rude, tactless, gossipy, jealous, insincere and hopelessly dim. And she couldn't detect an elephant in her fridge.
The Fairies of Fryfam has no discernible plot. Somebody unpleasant gets bumped off (not, alas, Agatha Raisin). The murderer(s) (I can't believe I'm bothering to disguise this to avoid spoilers, but one has standards!) is or are immediately apparent, and the only thing left to hope for is that he, she or they will go on a rampage and wipeout the village. In the meantime some sub-MillsandBoonesque romancing takes place in a rather coy and clumsy manner. I only made it to the end because it's so slim as to make not finishing look just too wussy to bear.
So, if you want an enjoyable classic whodunnit... buy The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and save yourself the pain.
The Ugly
I don't know who first said "don't judge a book by its cover", but there's something about the phrase the really bugs me. As a metaphor for life, it's fine if rather clichéd now, but taken literally... pah! Of course you judge a book by its cover. How else are you going to cope with the thousands of titles that confront you in a shop or library whenever you visit?
And so we get to... the ugly. I don't buy ugly books. I have several times picked up a paperback with a scary picture of a strange looking boy... but I've never brought myself to buy it, because the scary boy would be in my house then. I can't even remember what it's called now. Perhaps you recognise the description. Those staring, wide-open eyes that tell you to put the book down and back away right now?
The opposite works for me too. I will sometimes buy books I'm dubious about, simply because the attractive packaging has sucked me in. I think the jolly pastoral scenes that adorn Agatha Raisin stories have a lot to answer for. Interestingly, I read about The Gone-Away World before I ever saw it. Would I still have bought it if the cover had been poorly designed? I honestly don't know, but there's a possibility not.
I don't believe that new authors have much say on how their babies are dressed for the public. But if you reach that thrilling moment of being consulted about your cover art... ask somebody shallow to look at it for you, they'll choose pretty over meaningful and your sales will climb.
Happy Reading,
The Good
Some time ago, a few months I suppose, I read The Gone-Away World, by Nick Harkaway. I read a lot of books, so the mere fact that this has been nagging away at the back of my head saying "write something about that" is significant. It's good. No really, it's very good.
The cover blurb promises many marvels. It promises a story of "...among other things - love and loss; of ninjas, pirates, politics; of curious heroism in strange and dangerous places; and, of a friendship stretched beyond its limits. But it also the story of a world, not unlike our own, in desperate need of heroes - however unlikely they may seem." And if that all sounds like your idea of fun, then go ahead, because it delivers.
The story is beautifully structured, giving just enough knowledge to keep you this side of desk-chewing frustration, but withholding more to keep you turning pages. You don't know where it's going next, or how it's going to get there, but you really want to be along for the ride.
Nick Harkaway achieves the first essential, he makes us care about the characters. He does it without schmaltz or sentiment; he simply draws interesting, flawed but likeable people, and lets us get to know them as we rattle along.
The Gone-Away World is full of ideas - challenging, amusing, and scary in turns. It doesn't fit into any pre-packed genre, but doesn't feel like a patchwork quilt - the different turns all work, and the ninjas a pirates do need to be there, unlikely though that might sound.
The Bad
I love a good, old-fashioned whodunnit. Agatha Christie, Dorothy L Sayers, and Patricia Wentworth have been my staple reading for many years. So when a few like-minded readers recommended the Agatha Raisin stories I was naturally keen to find myself a new author. The first one I tried was The Potted Gardner. I read it, reported back that I'd found it dull, stifled my disappointment, and moved on. Then recently another came my way and I wondered if I'd been harsh. Or perhaps the book I'd chosen had been written before the author got into her stride? I say "her", I haven't been interested enough to discover the sex of M C Beaton, but I'm guessing from the sex of the main character and the nature of the writing.
And so, this week, I read Agatha Raisin and the Fairies of Fryfam. By this story I think it's safe to assume that Ms Beaton has reached whatever stride she's aiming for, and I feel confident in asserting that I just plain dislike her books. Sorry ma'am. Agatha Raisin is possibly the most unpleasant, and unlikable, amateur sleuth of my experience. Described optimistically in the text as prickly but charming, she's rude, tactless, gossipy, jealous, insincere and hopelessly dim. And she couldn't detect an elephant in her fridge.
The Fairies of Fryfam has no discernible plot. Somebody unpleasant gets bumped off (not, alas, Agatha Raisin). The murderer(s) (I can't believe I'm bothering to disguise this to avoid spoilers, but one has standards!) is or are immediately apparent, and the only thing left to hope for is that he, she or they will go on a rampage and wipeout the village. In the meantime some sub-MillsandBoonesque romancing takes place in a rather coy and clumsy manner. I only made it to the end because it's so slim as to make not finishing look just too wussy to bear.
So, if you want an enjoyable classic whodunnit... buy The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and save yourself the pain.
The Ugly
I don't know who first said "don't judge a book by its cover", but there's something about the phrase the really bugs me. As a metaphor for life, it's fine if rather clichéd now, but taken literally... pah! Of course you judge a book by its cover. How else are you going to cope with the thousands of titles that confront you in a shop or library whenever you visit?
And so we get to... the ugly. I don't buy ugly books. I have several times picked up a paperback with a scary picture of a strange looking boy... but I've never brought myself to buy it, because the scary boy would be in my house then. I can't even remember what it's called now. Perhaps you recognise the description. Those staring, wide-open eyes that tell you to put the book down and back away right now?
The opposite works for me too. I will sometimes buy books I'm dubious about, simply because the attractive packaging has sucked me in. I think the jolly pastoral scenes that adorn Agatha Raisin stories have a lot to answer for. Interestingly, I read about The Gone-Away World before I ever saw it. Would I still have bought it if the cover had been poorly designed? I honestly don't know, but there's a possibility not.
I don't believe that new authors have much say on how their babies are dressed for the public. But if you reach that thrilling moment of being consulted about your cover art... ask somebody shallow to look at it for you, they'll choose pretty over meaningful and your sales will climb.
Happy Reading,
by Kimbo! xx
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Adding to my Aphorisms
Now and again I have a thought that takes a certain shape and weight and sits in my mind staring back at me. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does I try to pay attention. The first of these was not original, not startling, but it was significant. It was "life's too short". That's a roaring cliché, but if you actually look back at it's unblinking stare, it's pretty damned profound. I filed it away, all those years ago, and I've lived by it ever since.
It's sent me off on yachts across the South Pacific, seen me quit unsatisfactory jobs, take a crack at flying helicopters, spend time kicking around the Formula One paddock, and move hearth and home across the country for love - of people, of places, of a way of life... of whatever called.
Of course, it's also seen me skint, scared, bored or battered from time to time, but it's never once left me thinking "I wish I'd tried..."
Some years later, when working with a particularly gloomy but interesting co-worker, between us we came up with "you're born, you move stuff about, you die". As a definition of a life it was faultless, in our view, and it focussed the mind in a similar though subtly different way to "life's too short".
I vowed to be fussy about what I moved. Not to move stuff I didn't have to. Then to accept that moving stuff is just what life's about, and not to make too big a deal out of it. Like the first one, this aphorism has stood me in good stead.
Last night a new one popped into my head. Presumably the result of some mysterious alchemy taking place in the back of my head for a while now, brought to its chemical conclusion by the presence of a warm bath and white tiles - as so many thoughts are. :o)
The new thought is "everything good is about balance". I think I know what that means. But I suspect I've still some discoverys to make. I think it's a phrase you can live by. I'm going to give it a go, and see where I end up. After all, life's too short.
Happy reading,
by Kimbo!
It's sent me off on yachts across the South Pacific, seen me quit unsatisfactory jobs, take a crack at flying helicopters, spend time kicking around the Formula One paddock, and move hearth and home across the country for love - of people, of places, of a way of life... of whatever called.
Of course, it's also seen me skint, scared, bored or battered from time to time, but it's never once left me thinking "I wish I'd tried..."
Some years later, when working with a particularly gloomy but interesting co-worker, between us we came up with "you're born, you move stuff about, you die". As a definition of a life it was faultless, in our view, and it focussed the mind in a similar though subtly different way to "life's too short".
I vowed to be fussy about what I moved. Not to move stuff I didn't have to. Then to accept that moving stuff is just what life's about, and not to make too big a deal out of it. Like the first one, this aphorism has stood me in good stead.
Last night a new one popped into my head. Presumably the result of some mysterious alchemy taking place in the back of my head for a while now, brought to its chemical conclusion by the presence of a warm bath and white tiles - as so many thoughts are. :o)
The new thought is "everything good is about balance". I think I know what that means. But I suspect I've still some discoverys to make. I think it's a phrase you can live by. I'm going to give it a go, and see where I end up. After all, life's too short.
Happy reading,
by Kimbo!
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Breast Cancer Care Charity Cookbook
The eBid forum members' cookbook is finally launched - hurrah! Pleased to have been a part of this - along with a great team. Nice to work with people who actually do stuff instead of sit back and wait for somebody else! :o)
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Book review: The Fig Tree, by Aubrey Menen
I am currently reading The Fig Tree by Aubrey Menen. An old orange Penguin, original price 3/6. I love old Penguins. Not read this before and like very much. Funny story about a man who accidentally invents aphrodisiac figs. Since it's all about, effectively, GM crops it's also strangely up-to-the-minute! Written in 1959 before the phrase "GM crops" existed.
It's set in Italy, and is reminiscent of (but better than IMO) the Don Camillo books. I always find the Camillo stuff a little twee, but this avoids that trap. It's whimsical and clever, and puts a smile on your face.
Happy reading!
The Fig Tree
And a short post-script connected to nothing in particular... I've only just discovered how to publish reader comments. Luckily there was only one, but I apologise to the patient reader who commented last year. Oops. :o)
It's set in Italy, and is reminiscent of (but better than IMO) the Don Camillo books. I always find the Camillo stuff a little twee, but this avoids that trap. It's whimsical and clever, and puts a smile on your face.
Happy reading!
The Fig Tree
And a short post-script connected to nothing in particular... I've only just discovered how to publish reader comments. Luckily there was only one, but I apologise to the patient reader who commented last year. Oops. :o)
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Currently reading
It has finally occurred to me, somewhat belatedly, that as a bookseller it would be relevant if I blogged what I'm reading myself. It would be nice if, at some stage, this could even become a review... but let's not get too ambitious. So, starting with the simple things, here's what I'm reading now.
Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder, by Joanne Fluke
And here's where I'll keep my list.
Reading list, by Kimbo!
And I'll try to back-date that a tad so that recent reads are on there too. It's a start!
Happy reading,
by Kimbo!
Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder, by Joanne Fluke
And here's where I'll keep my list.
Reading list, by Kimbo!
And I'll try to back-date that a tad so that recent reads are on there too. It's a start!
Happy reading,
by Kimbo!
Free Twitter background
First free Twitter background for @ebidwidgets - need to get a few more made and decide where to home them
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Magpie History of Food
Picked up at the weekend... can't decide if I should keep it or sell it!
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Wednesday, February 04, 2009
All of a Twitter
I've been introduced to Twitter. I do hope this turns out to be a Good Thing. I fear it might be slightly addictive. Though not as time consuming as Squidoo, my other recent compulsion. At least with all these networking toys, one knows one's not alone out there on the virtual High Street. It can feel a cold and lonely place when nothing's sold all day. :)
If you're not familiar with Twitter, I hope you'll take a look and think about joining in. It's a great way of checking what your chums are involved in, letting folks know when you've been busy updating, adding stock to your stores, making new stuff. Once there, you get to "follow" others, and you'll be welcome to follow me... it's not as creepy as it sounds!
If you're not familiar with Twitter, I hope you'll take a look and think about joining in. It's a great way of checking what your chums are involved in, letting folks know when you've been busy updating, adding stock to your stores, making new stuff. Once there, you get to "follow" others, and you'll be welcome to follow me... it's not as creepy as it sounds!
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Spread your eggs about in hard times
There's little doubt that many of us are feeling the pinch at the moment. That times are hard is hardly news. But how to cope?
I've spent the last five or six years happily pottering along being a classic second-hand bookseller, keeping more than I sell, parting with volumes only when the price made it irresistible, lacking only the dusty shop premises and marmalade cat. But irresistible prices are, understandably, harder to come by at the moment.
My own response to this has been three-fold: 1. working harder to promote those places where my books are offered for sale, in an attempt to drum-up more buyers; 2. using more places, trying every available outlet that presents a professional front (and ignoring the rubbishy ones!) 3. doing a few more things other than selling books.
All of which comes fairly under the heading of "not putting your eggs in one basket".
In part this suits me very well, in that it chimes perfectly with my belief in "slow living" and harks back to older values. No hard-charging career path, but a mixed bag of bits and bobs - doing what needs doing, keeping the variety going, working at whatever job presents itself. A few decades ago I might have been looking at child-minding, taking in laundry, helping out in a local shop or doing a spot of cooking... in these less hide-bound times the range of things a woman is able to put her hand to are rather different, but it comes down to the same thing: do a bit of whatever you can!
I've found I'm spending more time doing techy stuff - more akin to the IT career I left behind those half-a-dozen years ago. And the nice thing is: I'm really enjoying it. Doing it on an ad hoc basis, and at a pretty low level, I'm getting all the fun, and none of the stress. Admittedly, the income's rather different - but then, I've got used to that! I've also been indulging my creativity a bit (always pleasing). Combining those two aspects, I've been putting together some auction templates, banners etc,and having a lot of fun doing it.
So, if you're finding things are pretty tough right now, think about what skills you have - have a trawl back through that old cupboard of experience, and see what else you could be turning your hand to. And good luck!
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