Origami Girl

Tuesday 28 January 2014

In which Agatha Christie leaves me conflicted


I've recently been delving into some Agatha Christie novels which I always feel are comforting for winter days. There's something strangely cosy about a classic murder story, especially one solved by a little old lady and where justice and romance are always found. Right?

Not as much as I though. As I read I found myself thinking about the moral judgements we place on books and authors, and the lines we draw on acceptable racism, sexism and homophobia in literature.

You see Agatha Christie's books are racist and sexist. Sometimes I can ignore or skim over the prejudice, but as I read Nemesis this week these lines jarred my enjoyment:

It seemed to me highly unlikely that it was a definite case of rape. Girls you must remember are far more ready to be raped than they used to be. Their mother's insist that they should call it rape. The girl in question had had several boy-friends who had gone further than friendship. I did not think it counted very greatly against him.”
Professor Wanstead p96 [emphasis mine]

and then here:

Well we all know what rape is nowadays. Mum tells the girl she's got to accuse the young man of rape even if the young man hasn't had much chance with the girl at him all the time to come to the house Mum's away at work, or Dad's gone on holiday. Doesn't stop badgering him until she's forced him to sleep with her. Then as I say Mum tells her to call it rape”
Mr Broadribb p114

These lines are referring to a character who is convicted of rape several times, and then a murder. The plot in the novel is that he didn't commit the murder – so the other characters fall over themselves to excuse the rape too. The rape-case is never investigated by Miss Marple and everyone just agrees with this victim-blaming rhetoric.

The rape-apologist narrative is so frequent that flicking through the book to pull out a sample quote it didn't take me long to grab just these two. There was also a bit about it not mattering as much that one of the girls murdered in the story is dead because she probably would have only ended up on the streets anyway. Too many boyfriends you know? I found it genuinely upsetting and sickening to see these lines. The concept of 'genuine rape' is something that hasn't gone away in a 100 years. Politicians still say it. It's not so far from the “Some girls rape easy” comment you may remember from that time when Republicans just couldn't stop offending rape victims, women and decent human beings.

And yet, I already knew Agatha Christie was hideously prejudiced. I don't read the less well known Tommy and Tuppence spy books she wrote with their racist observations “Darn, we should have known he was the spy from the Russian shape of his jaw line”. (Not an exact quote but the kind of thing I remember reading.) But it has never stopped me reading her before, unsettling as it may be.

But today it got me thinking, what should I read? Where do we draw the lines between censorship and boycotting? What is too offensive to read?

You see I have abandoned, boycotted and railed against some books and some writers. I don't read Game of Thrones. In the face of all the Tumblrs and Twitters who love it, I do my best to cut it from my life, because I believe the books to be sexist. However, I've especially got problems where the book is good but the author is highly objectionable. 

I'm talking Orson Scott Card here, for example. He was on the board of directors for the American group the National Organisation for Marriage. This group are vile, and consistently campaign against any equality for gay, lesbian and trans* people. So Orson Scott Card? I really despise him. But his teen fiction sci-fi novel Ender's Game? I liked it. I thought it was bloody fantastic in fact, well before I ever knew anything about the author. When faced with that dichotomy do you keep reading?

In my English Literature course we talked about Roland Bathes' Death of the Author. The concept that we should interpret books aside from the life of the writer and accept the works themselves as existing outside of the hands that penned it. Yet, sometimes the author is very much alive. Very much raking in the cash.

When Orson Scott Card was planned to pen a new Superman series, there was a huge response that he was completely unsuitable to write the classic hero and could not represent the values that Superman stands for. The sustained pressure and boycotts left DC pulling his stories before they were published. Yet when all that was happening, I saw some people declare that this was 'censorship'. They declared it in fact a hate campaign, shutting down and destroying one man's career.

Every year in banned books week I read the published list of books that were banned in schools in that year. It's often utterly sad and bizarre where you see Judy Blume or non-fiction books about Cuba banned. You read how parents want to shut down Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere because of one line about sex in it, one they've probably heard and giggled about on the playground since primary days. So I stand against censorship of books. I stand for education and knowledge and challenging, interesting stories.


When it comes to a boycott stopping a book being published – I am a little torn. In truth I am glad that Card got told by the world that his views aren't supported.

Freedom of expression doesn't mean freedom from consequences. If what you say consistently pisses people off so much the thought of you writing something new and mainstream makes people sick, then those are the consequences. It's not a hate campaign to refuse to buy something. We all choose what we spend money on.

But then Lolita and Fahrenheit 451 both spent a long time trying to get published because for different reasons people thought those books were unsuitable for public viewing. They were censored by Editors like many other unpublished books we'll never see or hear from. In time we love those stories for things we hated them for, and books that were once loved come round to be hated and slipped out of the bookshops.

Trying desperately to bring this to a conclusion, to tie it in to Agatha Christe. And I am realising that I just don't know how to. I hold a set of opinions that often contradict one another, and I tie myself in knots trying to come up with a personal set of answers that are full and righteous moral codes. Ones I could defend to the last - and I can't. As it is there are simply these few points. I work in and defend freedom of expression all the time. I think people should be free to read books they judge appropriate for themselves. I think racism and sexism are real and we can't hide from them. I'm not going to give any money to homophobic dicks.  I'm going to keep liking Ender's Game: I'd just rather read the series from the library than from a bookshop.

Mostly, I wish I could go back in time and give Agatha Christie a shake and go 'You've got all this stuff wrong!'

What do you think? Do you ever have moral dilemmas over reading books, or even watching films, made by people you don't like? 
Do you ever give up on an otherwise good book because of it's politics? 

Tuesday 21 January 2014

In which I get excited about a blue box

(Not that blue box by the way)

At the weekend I went vintage shopping on Brick Lane with some friends. I was hoping to maybe buy some boots, or maybe a nice vintage coat. Instead I was swept away in an antique shop by an old turquoise record box. I've been wanting one for ages because our records were in such a mess, spreading over the floor and falling over. The box I already had  It was so much fun carrying it around all day, matching my outfit. Because I get excited about things like that. 

Then when I got in we decided to re-arrange our entire living room based on this little box. Yup. Unfortunately I didn't take any before and after pics. However, the before was the record player on top of an ugly white ikea table with the printer underneath. Records and printer paper and cds all piled up and around it and the table itself sitting behind one of the arm chairs. The record player was only getting dusty. I suddenly felt inspired to change things around and make a feature of it, especially after spending some time searching for record player set ups on Pinterest.





 
 So then we covered the ugly table up and put it next to a chair rather than behind one. Then set up the speaker system on top (rather than on the floor). The speakers still can connect to our computer with some wire jiggling so Beyonce gets the base too. We put the pouffe we got for the wedding in front and the red and blue boxes are near enough you can sit down and flick through before putting them on.

Now I am back in love with my record player I am going to have to go back to buying records too! Well done for giving myself another money drain eh?


Amazingly both boxes look really good together with their delicious colours.
My Amanda Palmer record collection is the most beautiful.



P.S. Do you like my jumper? I obsessed over it on ASOS for a while and then caved in to the love, just in time for it to be in sale. I have so many galaxy print type items. This one is actually dandelions. I love it, even though it doesn't go with much and is so weirdly 90s. There's a matching skirt and I want to get it for pay day. Too much?

Sunday 12 January 2014

In which there are good intentions and introspections


So I have a whole bunch of ideas and issues floating around in my mind at the moment.
I feel that the Internet is swarming with these incredibly talented and creative people and they are urging me to get on it and do more stuff.

I just spent ages reading things on Rookie Mag. Way back before I even had this blog I used to have a few blogs bookmarked and the original Style Rookie and Hipster Musings were 2 of my regular ones. They were regular reading and I loved that glimpse into their lives. Isabel of Hipster Musings has mostly vanished from my radar. But now Tavi has taken her blog and made something so much bigger and bolder with this online teen magazine that is something really special. She interviews everyone you could wish to hang out with like Joss Whedon and Emma Watson, and does it in their living rooms over banana yoghurt. Or so it seems. And then much closer to home my friend Kathy/Leena has this fantastic YouTube account where she makes really articulate interesting videos. And lots of them. Her energy and commitment to it make me want to do more, to write more, to create more. I have so many ideas! So many things I can do!

And yet, you see I haven't really blogged much all week.

In the evenings I've been playing computer games with my online friends and with my husband. I've been exhausted after every day. I've got over being ill but this first week back has been so sleepy. And then next week I'll be back in the swing of official things. I have my art classes and my Japanese lessons, neither of which I put the additional time into that I should. I find it hard to have that level of motivation to just go forth and make. On my day off I spend a lot of it sleeping and, even awake, my attention span isn't held by anything.

I want to blame the grey weather or the cold or the fact that my back hurts on this lethargy in the face of such good intentions. I tell myself that in the Summer things will be different. I will achieve things in the Summer. I will be a better person when it's warm. One who does Yoga and is inspiring to others. I will write poetry then. I will write about feminism the way I promise myself. I'll do that analysis of Agatha Christie.

I think if I spent less time alone I wouldn't spend as much of it downing self-analysis. I find myself more of an extrovert than I ever was before. I crave people and friendship. It is nearly always Andy and I, just the two of us doing our things together in our little flat. I'm always more energetic and ready to go just when he is near to me. But I want even more. Although university was a few years ago, I still miss so much the ability to go round and hang out with a friend at their house. Just being in the presence of the people I care about is so much more motivating. I wish I could just cart my laptop round and sit and blog at a friend's place. I want to feed off being with people.

I guess I feel a little lonely in our neighborhood. We've lived here nearly 2 years and it still isn't quite the home I want it to be. I don't really know where would be or whether it's because I haven't tried hard enough to find people. But it does make me wonder about the future.

I'm not sure where this post is going, it's more of an out pouring of thoughts so I shall swiftly direct them towards the pictures which otherwise will hang here rather innocuously. 

 I'm wearing something a little school girl-like and I felt utterly rocking in this outfit. It's a leather skirt paired with pastel galaxy tights which I really love to bits. I think putting it with a rucksack too just adds to the cuteness. Two separate strangers complimented me on my tights which pretty much made me day. I love it when someone says something nice to you out of the blue. Especially when it's a girl because when guys say 'Nice tights' it always seems a little creepy. Sorry guys!

 

 


I suddenly remembered how much I like wearing frilly socks with winter boots. I've worn different girly socks for several days in a row now.



Outfit details
Shirt, Jacket & Skirt are all H&M (I like that shop)
Hat and tights: Camden Market
Key earring: Christmas present
Necklace: H&M
Rucksack: Paperchase

Friday 10 January 2014

In which some new books have arrived


 Before Christmas has entirely slipped away from your memories I thought I'd share a little bit of what I got in my Christmas haul. There were lots of little things and chocolates and make-up and some corn-forks, but I always love books and I got some particularly beautiful ones this year. Technically the top 2 books were presents for Andy but as we share everything I thought I'd put them in the limelight too.

So we have from bootom to top:
1. Dungeon Masters Guide (2nd edition).
It's for Dungeons and Dragons and is from the very origins of the game. We have it very nicely sitting next to our fourth edition books, but now means we want to get the Dungeon Masters Guide for every version.
2. Black Orchid.
I have nearly everything Neil Gaiman has ever done, but yet this was my first time reading through Black Orchid, despite it being on of the very first things he did. It has absolutely stunning art work and a rather post-modern super hero story.
3. Locke and Key Book 4
If I was to persuade to you to read one comic book series, it would have to be Locke and Key. I am fairly sure I've mentioned them here before. The series is dark Lovecraftian inspired horror-adventure. It's a little viscous but I still have hopes of a happy ending.
4. The Pink Fairy Book
We got 2 folio edition books, adding to our slowly growing collection of these beautiful hard backs. This one has Japanese fairy tales, lovely illustrations and looks gorgeous on the bookshelf.
5. DSLR Handbook
This is what I actually asked for as my Christmas present. Having got my DSLR in the Summer it is about time I learnt how to use it properly. It's quite funny because the books is written with a really smug male tone. The author is absolutely certain of all the things you have to do in his way.
6. Moonfleet
Also a lovely boxed Folio book. I'm waiting for Andy to read it first before I do. Despite it being a classic I've never read it so I'm looking forward to getting stuck into an adventure story.
7. Sleepwalkers
This is the other non-fiction of the set. A look at the causes of World War One


That wasn't quite all the books we got for Christmas... There was this little stack as well: 
 A full collection of Meg and Mog books. When we opened them we weren't sure if they were a hint of things to come or merely a recognition of our childish side.

The Fairy Tail book goes perfectly with the bookends I got for my birthday too.
I got a little something else to go with my DSLR handbook. Finally a tripod too! So now maybe I'll do some outfit photos when Andy isn't around.
And of course it isn't Christmas without a little bit of Lego.
 I hope you had a good Christmas too! Did you get any good books? I already read most of mine so if you have anything good to recommend I am really looking for some new stories and authors to get into this year.

Friday 3 January 2014

In which 2014 begins with a whimper

A brussel sprouts wreath I spotted.
I've had these photos ready to share with my blog for days. Unfortunately I'm typing this with a mound of tissues at my side. It's been the first time in four days when I've felt well enough and switched on enough to even think about doing so. My Christmas was absolutely wonderful. I visited Yorkshire to stay with my parents, but got back South for New Year's and hit a terrible cold. I was tucked up in bed with every pillow in the house by 10pm. Definitely not a party night. However, this blog isn't a pity party. Have enough time off that hopefully I'll be recovered to go back to work to work on time.

Anyway, Christmas was delightful. I wanted to share a few of the things we got up to and then perhaps a few favourite presents at the weekend.
There was no snow at the house, but up on the hills we could see it and occasionally drove past some slush on our way around the countryside. I took these photos on Christmas Day. After church and before the big dinner Andy and I went for a little walk and took Christmas selfies. :)

You can also see my Christmas Day outfit. In our family we have a tradition of dressing up really smart on Christmas Day, nice dresses and best jewellery etc. But this year I didn't have a new dress and just went for space theme and lightning jumper. No one minded anyway.









The present piles
 After the beautiful bright day on Christmas, there were plenty of other walks because that is what my family do, weather regardless...


We then tried to do another outfit post set of photos where the sun was so bright that the only non-squinty photos were mostly ones where I'm looking completely away. 




I do love going back up to Yorkshire for the wintry times. It was the first time we'd been back since the wedding and it was strange to see my room where I'd got ready and have all those memories back. It was also one of the last times I'll see that room as my parents are retiring in the Summer. I went to visit the house they've bought for retirement and it's just lovely. I'm so excited for them. However it did mean I did The Biggest Sort Out Ever whilst I was there. I filled about 5 bin bags of stuff for throwing out, 2 boxes of recycling and 2 whole boxes of books for the charity shop. I've never thrown out so many books before in my life. It had to be done though. I quite enjoy it because it leaves me with the feeling that all I have left is precious to me. Throwing out the peripherals make me value all I have even more. I don't know what you are like, but I have huge amounts of toys that I'm still holding onto though. You know I like Playmobil and Lego and they are already at my house. But marked to be delivered to me now are the 2 boxes of Polly Pockets! I can't wait to have them here to photograph for you all!

How was Christmas for you? I hope you had a much better start to the New Year than I am, and have great things planned for 2014.

Happy New Year!

p.s. One final edit, there are massive storms across Britian at the moment. Here are some shots featuring Aberystwyth where I went to uni, this one includes the building I used to live in:
http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/wales-weather-30-dramatic-pictures-6466050
From Wales Online by Twitter/@matt_fwyalchen