Monthly Archives: July 2017

The hidden History Contained in Pages

There is much history in books, if one looks carefully enough. By this I do not mean those works concerned with history itself, nor am I refering to historical fiction. Rather I am referring to passing references, such as that contained in the 4-volume edition of John Buchan’s “The Thirty-Nine Steps”, which resides on the top shelf of the tall pine bookcase in my bedroom. The book’s title page reads
“… printed and published by the National Institute for the Blind, Great Portland Street, London W” and carries the date of 1938.

The National Institute for the Blind has, for many years, been the Royal National Institute of Blind People, and its head office is today located in Peterborough.

On turning over the title page, the reader comes across the following
“The price given for this book in the National Institute’s books catalogue represents the actual cost of production. The book is sold to libraries and institutions for the blind in the British Empire, and to blind persons resident in the United Kingdom, or in any part of the British Empire at one-third the catalogue price”.

The British Empire has, of course long ceased to be. However contained within the pages of the braille edition of “The Thirty-Nine Steps” I find a reminder of a vanished age.

I would be interested to learn of any books owned by this blog’s readers which contain interesting historical data. Please do comment below.

Kevin

Evocative Scents – Guest Post by Kevin Morris…

Many thanks to Chris the Story Reading Ape for publishing my guest post. Kevin

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How evocative are scents, whether they eminate from our favourite restaurant or the woods in which we love to while away the hours in the company of nature.

Whenever I walk past a branch of the UK-based chain, W H Smiths, the smell of books, newspapers and magazines tantalises my senses and thoughts of my late grandfather pop into my head. Every Saturday we would visit Smiths and my grandfather would purchase one or more children’s books. Being blind and unable to read print, it was a wonderful feeling to sit on my grandfather’s knee as he regailed me with the adventures of Enid Blyton’s Famous 5 or The Secret Seven. It was only many years later that I came to the realisation that he also made up tales with which to entertain me. One story I especially remember concerned a group of naughty gnomes who put glue on…

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“Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is available to purchase, in braille from RNIB

I am pleased to report that my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is available to purchase, as a braille book, from the Royal National Institute of Blind People (RNIB) and can be found by clicking HERE.

Enter “morris kevin. lost in the labyrinth of my mind“, into the search field and click on search.

My book should then be displayed.

Alternatively “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” can be ordered by emailing them directly at: library@rnib.org.uk, or by calling them on 0303 123 9999.

When contacting RNIB please quote order number 25686204.

“Lost” was originally brailled in 2016 (and I was provided with my own copy at this juncture), however it has only now been added to RNIB’s catalogue, meaning that it can be purchased by any braille user who wishes to do so.

Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is also available in print, from Moyhill Publishing, http://moyhill.com/lost/, and as an ebook in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AF5EPVY

There Was A Young Futurist Named Page

There was a young Futurist named Page
Who was in love with the industrial age.
When the music played loud
She would dance for the crowd,
On the cold and empty stage.

(The above limerick was prompted by this post by Paul Andrus, http://www.paul-andruss.com/futurist-manifesto/).

When Inocence Met Desire

When innocence met desire
They say
That the Town Crier
Had a field day.
The populace rose in disgust
And filled with hate
They lynched the reprobate,
While deep inside
Their own lust
They secretly did hide.

Do you think technology is good for writers?

As a visually impaired person, I rely on my computer to write. I use Job Access with Speech, a screen reader which converts text into speech and braille thereby relaying the contents of my screen back to me. Without JAWS I would be unable to produce printed text. (I could write in braille. This would, however be of little use to the vast majority of my readers)!
Technology does, however possess its downsides. I grew up prior to the invention of the internet, social media and mobile telephones. I recall sitting in the school library with no distractions other than the occasional fellow reader (from time to time we would break off from our reading and chat). Today social media, mobiles and the internet can distract writers. Of course they are, ultimately tools and can be used for good or ill. None the less there is, I believe something to be said for the days prior to the invention of Twitter and other forms of social media.

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Where would you be as a writer without your computer?

Just think about it for a minute. We have come to rely on little electronic robots in every stage of our lives from the grocery store to the gas pumps. So of course, we come to rely on technology to enable us to write faster and better stories.

One of my favorite bloggers Ryan Lanz posted an article about robots taking over the world of writers.

The thought made my imagination whirl like a carnival ride.

Not too long ago, we were told computers would make us a paperless society and save the trees. Uh, no hasn’t happened. In fact, I believe it’s had the reverse effect. Yesterday I was at the vets picking up medicine for the dog. The receptionist took forever, or so it seemed, to look up and enter in the computer my information before printing it out…

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If You Could Have Dinner With an Author?

I will cheat and name not 1 but several authors: Charles Dicckens, Tolstoy, Bram Stoker and Emily Bronte.
Allowing myself a little more cheating, I would like to have the following poets over for dinner: A E Housman, Ernest Christopher Dowson and Philip Larkin.

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Before I post my author, and I will tell you, I was arguing with myself for days; if you could have dinner with one author, living or not, who would it be?

I am expecting some familiar names, and please do not let that stop you from posting, because I would honestly love to have dinner with JK Rowling, Stephen King (hold the meal), or Mr. Patterson.

I would have loved to have had a face-to-face with Mr. William W. Johnstone, whom stoked my fire for writing when I wrote to him as a young teenager, obsessed with his books, and he replied, and we had a friendly relationship for several years.

That book right there; Sweet Dreams, put me on the path to loving books for the rest of my life!

And now I have a personal library in my house, and I am constantly hunting for the books…

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