In 2007 I first visited the London Book Fair, in the hope of buttonholing an agent/publisher/interested party, and after trailing down alleyways of stallholders, all intently interviewing and avoiding catching eyes of anyone without an appointment, realized that the LBF was not a place where authors were recognized as relevant to anything. I had a self published book on a shelf in the nether reaches of the indie publishing section tucked as far from sight as possible, upstairs in an isolated desert, where the custodians picked their teeth and exchanged opportunities for a coffee or a smoke. I vowed never again.
This year was very different.
Some self publishing subsidy publishers had made it into the big-time hall and the world of digital, marketing, self publishing had commandeered Earls Court2 alongside the thrusting Chinese theme. All seminars seemed geared to the new world. Was I alone in imagining a cold shiver, a glacial denial in the ranks of traditional publishing? They seemed to have their backs to the prevailing wind. Some had clustered together under group umbrellas, the Mind Body Spirit section looked hopeful of survival, the Small Independents seemed huddled for mutual support, and authors now walked with more confidence. Authors had invaded, and authors were catered for. Two publishers actually accepted a manuscript, and promised to read it. Way hey!
Nobody said it was going to be easy; but the tide has turned, undoubtedly.
This category is offered in the hope that readers will post incidences of co-incidences. Over time they may collectively reveal that consciousness works in the physical world, integrated with the human mind. I shall kick start with one of the most recent, and one of the most startling. Although I have written a whole book about consciousness this event was quite extraordinary.
On another site will be found the book, which hopes to show that the science of the Western World is a recovery of memory; with the most seminal moments being those of inspiration, the point at which the conscious mind encountered the essential link needed for the next breakthrough in understanding.( There are excerpts of the book posted, and readings of about three minutes..)
This work ends with a soliloquy of the double ‘serpent’ of DNA where all memory is stored. I had been working for three years on this poetic history of science, and on the final stretch of the writing had revisited Bertrand Russell’s ‘The History of Western Philosophy’ simply to check a point I remembered reading about Pythagoras. It was what I remembered and I realised I had finished my book, sooner than I had expected.
As I put Russell’s book aside, my husband called out to say that a neighbour’s Jack Russell had appeared ( he occasionally visits us and usually needs a ride home). I went out into the courtyard and as I did the dog dived into a narrow flower bed and threw out a snake, a grass snake about two feet long. (In the thirty years we have lived here we have never ever seen a snake in the garden) To stop the Jack Russell from killing the snake I lifted him up, and took him indoors; then I returned to lever the snake onto a spade and dispose of it in our wild pond. It was injured but not critically. I then let the dog out again. Immediately he dived back into the same spot and threw out an identical snake, a second one. The double serpent of DNA had been delivered by a Russell!
Since the author of this work, Paul Kieniewicz, writes such excellent reviews of the work of others it is daunting to do his work justice without giving too much away. This is a deeply philosophical work but the philosophy is worn very lightly, and well camouflaged within a plot that wholly engages on its own terms.
It would be tempting for the genre fundis* to call this science fiction, but as this work itself reveals what was fiction once is fiction no longer. An imaginative genetic interspecies is now plausible, given the recent announcement of the hubris of science to construct its own variations on what evolution has painstakingly refined over millennia. The world of ‘synthetic genetics’ is already upon us, with inbuilt self-destruct genes in case things go badly wrong. Which goes to show that irresponsibility is now tossed off with ‘we’ve made provision for our possible thoughtlessness, calm down dear…’
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Riddle:- What have the death of a quantum physicist and the sudden withdrawal of an offer to publish a book on the same day got to do with each other?
Welcome to Synchronicity!
Before I answer the riddle I’ll welcome you to this new Blogsite, where I hope to make friends. I badly need friends. In the last week I have found such warm friendship from the Indie Publishing Blogosphere so an ill wind has driven me to wade forth into this foreign world. For an old person (well not that old) it’s a great adventure; the virtual world of virtual friends. It could be the phoenix from the ashes of hope, because that offer to publish had come after forty years of trying to find a publisher who believed that readers were more interested and interesting than Tesco said they were. I was going to die happy, my mission achieved.
Anyway he pulled the offer when I realized the contract forbade me to publish anything myself, and he said he had no intention of an ebook. He wouldn’t and I couldn’t. So now I shall get around to it myself. The riddle of the timing is what the whole book is about. Synchronicity; the Collective consciousness, and although the connections between the two meet only in my mind, they have driven me to talk to y’all…so there you have it, the rings that spreads from the dropping of a stone, outwards, connecting everything to everything.
First I’ll tell you about the quantum physicist whose death was reported in the Times’ Obituaries yesterday, just after I got the brush off from the publisher. I only met Ted Bastin once. It was because of the theory that led to the book, the Theory of Involution. So the book connects the two.
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