My Family Tree. JB – told by Grant

This is the story of a book, moved beyond the control of its authors by a strong spirited girl who refused to be sidelined.

It is a story of a fully charactered world, part first life, part third. A world one would probably never make a conscious effort to avoid but would walk on the ‘other side’ to keep it at a distance.

Synopsis 1 :

This is the tale of a young girl, Jane Brinkly, who wants her life to be a story – one with a storybook ending.

Jane is forever curious and one day she is given a conditional wish, allowing her to view this world from the safety of its edges so long as she does not stray inside the margins.

She finds it a tough but fascinating journey and by holding on to her focus,  she does seem to have a fairly storybook beginning and middle.

Synopsis 2
Jane is a young author. She has written a book about the people and pets she knows, and is annoyed that the production of her character-rich book has been put to one side in favour of some secret new book.

Pre-publishing review
“The author of the story introduces members of the lead character’s family tree using doggerel rhyme which part-profiles them in a ‘tell-not-show’ , old fashioned ‘Victorian’ manner that I found intrusive. Though these rhymes are typeset and easy to read, I found the design too artistic when the lead character, Jane Brinkly, speaks of her family members in a ‘show-not-tell’ dialogue manner, which appears in handwritten form. The story would look better animated than printed.

The general reader will follow the parts of the central story – those linked with Jane. The reader who becomes immersed in the book and picks up on several story threads in the images and text, will enjoy the many sub-plots. “

Author’s Comment
“Nowadays, we subject ourselves and our children to a rich multi-media, multicultural and multi-technological world. Some children’s books reflect this world. Some ignore it.  My book makes it into a sandwich by exploring its growth potential on one slice, spreading direction on the other slice, and filling it with a similar unknown mix that goes into pre-packed party vol-au-vents.” (Author)

Closing line of book

“You kept your promise. I lost my wish. But now I realise, everyone should have their say.”

The Family

There is one central character in Jane’s story. Jane.

She takes over the role of storyteller, guiding both reader and fellow book characters through her own exploration of her book.

Characters in her book include:

Strange Friends
Strange Pets
Strange Neighbours
Strange Dreams
Strange Stories
Strange views

Opening lines

“They have stopped doing my story.” Jane said. “I have been sitting on this shelf with you two for three long weeks waiting for mine to start. I wonder what’s so wonderful about that new story?” Tapman blew a bubble into the air with a bright rainbow in it as he felt how upset she was, Pluggy said “Perhaps the other story is stranger than yours.” Jane gave him a look, the sort of look that would plunge most plugs back into their plug holes.

“My story may seem strange to you Pluggy,” Jane replied, “but at least it holds water!”

“Water?” Tapman looked up when he heard his favourite word. He closed the book he was reading and took off his second best hat to scratch his screw. “I’ve worked out a way to  get you inside that new book .” he said. “This is a job for Helitapter.”

Backstory:

I started to write this book following a two-week ‘artist-in-residence’ with the UK Reg. Charity, World of Water (WoW). During the residence, I scribbled 26,000 fairly useless words but over one hundred finely detailed line drawings were created. These drawings were used in an exhibition at Café Surf to promote the Charity and raise awareness of its community work. The drawings are story-rich and upon seeing them, everyone becomes keen to know the story behind and within them. Each time I translate them into words, a fresh story grows.

So that is where my journey to create the book of the drawings began.

Style

I created a light whimsical telling style for this tale, thinking that words kept to their barest bones would attract a young readership, but at each live telling my audience has demanded ever greater depth. So now, in live tellings, I let the illustrations do most of the work. They are rich in ‘message’ and open-ended thought, so all my readers, adults and children, ‘close’ on issues in their own way.

000227My influences

Tree and Leaf. Tolkein.
Marianne Dreams by Catherine Storr.
Rainbow’s End (Theatre Play). Noel Greig
and then there’s Rima Staines

 

Family Tales

Ted
Jack
Will
Ann
Petra
Grandma and Grandpa
Uncle Brad
Kev and Rob
Len
Emma
Brenda
Calum
Sid and Dan
Fred
Harry
Pam and Pat

H & C my B-C

BRANCH TENET (125) :
H.& C. my B-C!
(Hot and Cold my Ball-Cock!)

Hedradwall Cabbard raised his barrel
At the Suejuice Bird – in best apparel.
His flight or plight –  to West or East
Was ‘soar away’, or ‘die as feast’!

The shutters closed in and around.

Most fond peekers made no sound
but backed from blinds and thus could see
not what or how the end would be.

One shot was fired from rod of two
but missed and hit a stanky flue.

“My Ball-Cock”! shouted out a man
who chased as far as catch it can
but stopped on edge by rope stretched tight
his murmured “You”! issued at height.

“You’ll stop my Wind, you gunning fart,
get off my windcock shoo depart.
My balcony’s not made for rope
and old green flippered shooting blokes.”

The Suejuice Bird stood very still,
not wishing anybody ill,
reflecting on the second shot
from Cabbard’s gun
and the winded sot
who’s fate pre-packed by “let him be” –
was sheltered from sobriety!

(Grant 1996)

From our original site on geocities now archived at http://www.oocities.org/hobb_it/entrer/home/3/hedradwall_c/hedradwall_c.html


Extra note from author:

And in this state of stanky poo, our characters exist for you. This site was simply meant to be, subfusc of tone and all for free! Indicative of what’s to be and relevant for you and me if staid beliefs perpetuate the stage-struck state of Earth’s stale mate.

This Earth just shouts “it was not me! You humans said you’d stop for tea; and in your gun-fun plop and goo you staled my aura and each dew. You’ll stop my Wind, my rain you’ll stain as you cause my structure pain. I will not say ‘get off – depart’  as you are still in need of ‘heart’ and whilst this lumpus base I keep, I’ll abide your wake and sleep. But trump I hold and I’ll elute the lot of you by ethered boot and send you on if you persist insensibly in human gist”.

This thought and illustrative view – a harbinger of present pooh.

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