Regular readers will remember that each year, we send interested friends our best of year CD, a selection of the music we’ve enjoyed most in the previous year. This year, with twenty days to go before the end of the year, I thought I’d add some sleevenotes, a song a day (or near enough – it’s one way of getting me to post regularly). Scroll down for more literary stuff. Those of you expecting to receive the CD may wish to look away until yours arrives. I start burning today (December 11). Oh, and one update before I start. Following this site’s campaign back in February, the Maze has just reopened as a venue and the Cosmic American Music Club will resume promoting gigs there…

On Friday night, Five Leaves Publications had a great launch party in the ballroom of Nottingham’s Council House. They’ve published two new books to celebrate their tenth anniversary. One is ‘Poetry:The Nottingham Collection’, edited by my friend John Lucas. It features two poems apiece by 53 mostly living poets with Notts connections, and is a mere 7.99. The other is the imaginatively titled ‘Sunday Night And Monday Morning’ edited by my friend and neighbour, James Urquhart, who is a literary reviewer. It contains fifteen, mostly brand new, short stories by Nottingham writers like Jon McGregor, Clare Littleford, John Harvey, Nicola Monaghan, Eve Makis, Stephan Collishaw and Clare Brown, all of whom were at the party, and three of whom are graduates of the Creative Writing…

The weather has been glorious for the last ten days. Bad weather’s always the biggest risk when you book a holiday in the UK, but we lucked out on our trip to Dorset. Those obscene 4 by 4 behemoths jam the narrow lanes but, otherwise, the county shows England at its most appealing. We had an Enid Blyton seaside holiday, interspersed with cream teas, long walks, fish suppers and trips to bookshops. This seems to be one county where the internet hasn’t yet closed down the majority of second hand bookshops. Browsing in them is, for me, one of life’s great joys. You never know what you’ll find. On our final day in Bridport, I got my hands on a book I’ve been after for…

I’d planned to write my next entry about pseudonyms. I’ve just finished reading Brian Moore’s Intent To Kill, which he wrote as ‘Michael Bryan’ shortly after the publication of his first ‘literary’ novel, ‘Judith Hearne’. It took me twenty years to track down, via eBay, and I still haven’t got my hands on his other Bryan novel, the earlier Wreath For A Redhead, or the novels he wrote as ‘Bernard Mara’. These novels, 25 cent paperback originals, now go for serious money. I was outbid the only time I found a copy. The Bryan novel was interesting, combining good clean writing with a sharp sense of suspense and characterisation that rarely rose above pulp fiction level. You could feel a writer learning to write, testing…

I’ve had a reply to my letter from the children’s laureate, who sees no reason to change her title. The gist of her argument is that she wasn’t aware of my book and, anyway, the publishers chose the title, not her. They say they didn’t know about my book either. I’m told that, unlike most authors I know, Random House don’t use Amazon to check titles before publishing a book. My case for asking that JW change her title is evidently weakened by the fact that there are other novels called Love Lessons. I can find just one, an adult romance only published in the USA, after mine, on a different subject. But, as I state in the entry below, there’s no copyright in titles…