{"id":4662,"date":"2016-06-12T23:44:59","date_gmt":"2016-06-12T22:44:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/?p=4662"},"modified":"2016-06-19T18:29:44","modified_gmt":"2016-06-19T17:29:44","slug":"italo-calvino-prats-about","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/italo-calvino-prats-about\/","title":{"rendered":"Italo Calvino Prats About"},"content":{"rendered":"

Saturday 4<\/span>th<\/span><\/sup><\/span> June 2016. <\/span><\/i>More clearing out. I find some 1970s issues of <\/span>Puffin Post<\/span><\/i>, the magazine of the Puffin Books children’s club. There’s accounts of events like an audience with Tove Jansson, held for children (‘Did you know I have my own island?’ These days the adult Jansson fan’s response would be ‘<\/span><\/span>Yes, yes, we do.’). I have a feeling the British Library has a run of copies with gaps. Mustn’t throw any of these out without checking with them first. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

O, the thin line between archiving and hoarding. Must keep some things, can’t keep everything. I find a good tip is to write down in one’s diary what one throws out, as in the more notes-based diary I keep in school exercise books.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Also jettisoned: mid-1990s address books. I glimpse a phone number for the House of Kenickie in Camden, a mews pad where all the band lived together, not unlike the Monkees. And a number for David Walliams in his pre-Little Britain<\/i><\/span><\/span> days. <\/span>\u00c2\u00a0<\/span>Both would have been circa 1996, both are landlines, with mobiles still in the future – just. Even the London dialling codes are obsolete: 0171, rather than 020.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To date this further: I think the first mobile I perused was shown to me around the same time, by Sarah from Dubstar. It was in the Good Mixer, too, that ne plus ultra<\/i><\/span><\/span> of Britpop locations.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Another memory from a few years earlier: an unkind news report in an early 90s music paper. David Gedge of the Wedding Present seen using \u2013 O horrors! \u2013 a mobile phone at a music festival. The caption implied that this was evidence he’d sold out. Today, in the film Green Room, <\/i><\/span><\/span>the retrieval of a rock band’s iPhone triggers the whole plot.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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I have my hair cut on Archway Road: \u00a313.50, including tip. Cropped short to the roots, which seem to be darker than ever. Then I re-bleach it myself with a \u00a35 kit, until 90 minutes are up, or when my scalp is aflame in agony. Whichever happens first.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I read Calvino’s If On A Winter’s Night A Traveller <\/i><\/span><\/span>(1979)<\/span>. <\/span><\/i>It has so many of the things I believe in: humour, experimentation, daring, skittishness, and a sense of all things being possible. If there is\u00c2\u00a0a shortcoming, perhaps it is a lack of full engagement with the characters. But that’s the price of all the fragmentation and, well, all the pratting about. Or as they say in universities, all the\u00c2\u00a0<\/span>ludic discursiveness.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

David Mitchell has cited the novel as an\u00c2\u00a0inspiration for Cloud Atlas<\/i><\/span><\/span>, except that where Calvino keeps starting new stories, Mitchell goes back and gives each of his tales an ending. The current paperback edition of Calvino makes this link, too, with a quote on the back reading <\/span>Breathtakingly inventive \u2013 David Mitchell’<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Actually, this\u00c2\u00a0doesn’t specify which<\/i><\/span><\/span> David Mitchell. To say the\u00c2\u00a0<\/em>David Mitchell is no good.\u00c2\u00a0There’s nothing to stop this back cover quote being not from the literary novelist but from the one off the TV, the actor from\u00c2\u00a0<\/span>Peep Show<\/span><\/i> and <\/span>Upstart Crow <\/span><\/i>and panel games. <\/span><\/span>Or perhaps it’s <\/span>another <\/span><\/i>David Mitchell, one who isn’t either of these two, but who <\/span>is<\/span><\/i> a Calvino fan. It’d be a very Calvino-esque move for a publisher to find such a man and quote him instead. <\/span>\u00c2\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In the novel, Calvino’s list of books in a bookshop is honest and funny:<\/span><\/p>\n

‘Books You Mean To Read But There Are Others You Must Read First’
\n<\/span>‘Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered’
\n‘Books Too Expensive Now And You’ll Wait Till They Come Out in Paperback’
\n‘Books You’ve Always Pretended To Have Read And Now It’s Time To Sit Down And Really Read Them’.<\/span><\/p>\n

The last category is the one that always confronts me. Indeed, it includes the other works of Calvino.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Sunday 5<\/span>th<\/span><\/sup><\/span> June 2016<\/span><\/i>. To the Lexington in Pentonville Road for a gig by Blindness, with Debbie Smith on guitar. They announce it as the band’s last show: singer Beth is moving to a different country. Debbie wears a vintage flat cap, waistcoat and matching\u00c2\u00a0trousers. ‘I’ve just realised what this look is called,’ says at the microphone. ‘Peaky Blindness’.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Tuesday 7<\/span>th<\/span><\/sup><\/span> June 2016. <\/span><\/i>Evening: To the ICA for <\/span>The Measure of A Man<\/span><\/i>. \u00a33. A contemporary French film that fits neatly with the current celebration of Ken Loach, given it’s about a man struggling to make ends meet during unemployment. It’s also filmed in a very naturalistic style \u2013 even more so than Loach. The dialogue, which must be based on improvisation, frequently goes into bursts of repetition, where people say the same things to each other over and over again. This is the way conversations go in real life, of course, but it’s so tricky to do this on screen without boring the audience rigid. That the film manages to carry this off is, I think, partly thanks to the charisma of the main actor, who mopes around under a moustache that rather recalls a French Bernard Hill. <\/span>Les Garcons Du Black Stuff. <\/span><\/i>Another reason is the use of footage from supermarket security cameras, where a desperate security guard is forced to spy on other desperate people. I<\/span>t’s CCTV as reality TV, where poverty and spectacle collide.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Wednesday 8<\/span>th<\/span><\/sup><\/span> June 2016. <\/span><\/i>Evening: to Victoria Park in Hackney Wick. This is for the launch of Travis Elborough’s latest book, <\/span>A Walk In the Park<\/span><\/i>, on\u00c2\u00a0the history of public gardens. I get a copy, and am flattered to find myself in the thanks list at the back. It’s billed as ‘everything about parks from Gilgamesh to Gary Numan’. I check: there really is a fair bit about Gary Numan in there.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve never been to Victoria Park before, and am fascinated with the two stone alcoves that can be found near the east gate, surreally plonked on the grass. They’re labelled as alcoves from the old London Bridge, which is a nice coincidence, given the bridge was the subject of TE’s last book. That said, Travis himself goes on to tell me that there’s a chance the alcoves are\u00c2\u00a0from the old Westminster <\/i><\/span><\/span>bridge instead.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The book launch is at the sleek and trendy Hub building in the middle of the park. It’s a warm day, and we sip wine outside, our view of the park somewhat obscured by the long fence of green hoarding that encloses the Field Day festival site. I see from the posters that the headline act will be PJ Harvey \u2013 and I suddenly remember how that was first the name of the band, rather than the singer. \u00c2\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Further drinks afterwards, at the People’s Park Tavern, walking into the tail end of the pub quiz. I open a door and suddenly met with an amplified voice: ‘What colour is Marge Simpson’s dress?’. Over drinks, a discussion about camp and indie music leads to the theory that Morrissey found the photos for several Smiths sleeves from the same book, Philip Core’s Camp \u2013 The Lie That Tells The Truth<\/i><\/span><\/span>. Then I stagger home via Homerton, and think of the way that station lends itself to\u00c2\u00a0Simpsons\u00c2\u00a0<\/em>jokes.\u00c2\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Friday 10<\/span>th<\/span><\/sup><\/span> June 2016. <\/span><\/i>To the Bishopsgate Institute – first visited as a child for a Puffin Club show. Today I’m here too see the display on Lady Malcolm’s Servants Ball. This was the notorious series of parties at the Royal Albert Hall in the 1920s and 30s, ostensibly intended to let servants and gentry dance in fancy dress together. Its atmosphere of rule-breaking en masse soon led it to be associated with the London gay and lesbian scene, such as it was back then. The later tickets to the balls carried a statement that gave away what had been going on: ‘No man impersonating a woman will be admitted’. It must have helped that Jeanne Malcolm, the aristocrat who hosted the events, had an official name that sounded like a cross-dressing\u00c2\u00a0act in itself \u2013 Lady Malcolm.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Evening: To Birkbeck Cinema in Gordon Square for an event about the science of stage magic. It includes a free screening of\u00c2\u00a0The Prestige<\/i><\/span><\/span>, as in the Christopher Nolan Noughties thriller about Victorian <\/span>\u00c2\u00a0<\/span>magicians, which I’ve not seen till now. The film is superb. It makes the link between the masculine world of magic tricks, and Nolan’s recurring themes of male obsession and confusion. <\/span>\u00c2\u00a0<\/span>There’s one key scene where Christian Bale’s character performs his ‘Transported Man’ trick for the first time.\u00c2\u00a0Nolan suddenly cuts away from the climax of the trick \u2013 the ‘prestige’ section \u2013 and has the characters narrate what happened instead. It’s a disorientating device that Nolan uses in all his films, but in this case it also stops the audience guessing the big twist at the end.\u00c2\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

There’s then a talk on the science of misdirection by an academic from Goldsmith’s. He is a practitioner of magic himself, and performs a couple of the classics: the one with the rope cut into three pieces, and the one with the three cups and three little balls. I surprise myself at being delighted by his sleight of hand. Perhaps it’s the way that stage\u00c2\u00a0magic allows adults to tap into a pure form of wonder, the kind not felt since childhood.<\/span><\/p>\n

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