Wednesday, April 1, 2009

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Published on 1 April 2009

It is already in the post-lunch on April 1st, except in Hawaii. But this article is posted without comment ...

The world of fiction has shocked the announcement of a woman claiming not to be drawn by Neil Gaiman.

What makes me think: Gaiman, one step closer to sainthood.

As the sad news that I am withdrawing my Newbery.

is a strange way to wake up with a 1st April this which seems to be a blizzard blowing behind my windows.

The first e-mail sent today addressed a few people who want me an award. I refused because of the same day, I must get one in another city. It was not very nice to do and I do not feel particularly happy or anything gratifying. I had the impression that the whole universe became sarcastic about things very special and I thought: Ok, I understood. Important things: relatives and the stories. Unimportant things: everything else. Absolutely everything.



The good news is that I am writing again. Yesterday I finished something I started last January. It was a great relief because with all trips, promoting the film, the tragedy in the family and everything else, I began to believe that I did not know how to write.

Many passages written in the early hours of the day, looking for strange DVDs on TV and the DVD kind of bonuses that you look without really paying attention because you can not afford to go get another above. Then suddenly you find yourself watching Val Singleton preparing a Dalek Cake from a cake rolls, liquors of all kinds and some Smarties, all at 4am.

Now I have a few things to show you.

# 100 The competition ended on Twitter (it took a little longer than expected to Kitty and Lorraine to judge all the works, more than 6000 have been sent). You can read the 27 best (and discover if you won) on http://kittysneverwear.blogspot.com/2009/03/100k-contest-winners.html
(I also notice that there are only few prints Day the Saucer Cam )

A nice critical Blueberry Girl
And here too

Todd Klein reinked Death: The High Cost of Living for Collecting Absolute Death to come and talk on http://kleinletters.com/Blog/?p = 3440

LibrairyThing organizes "flash mobs" of booksellers to scan works by writers.
Personally, I love the idea of "flash mobs" of writers.

Empire publishes its critical Coraline is the first English critics, I think. (The magazine will be on newsstands May 8 in England). Michael Marshall Smith

comes just won a literary prize in France . When I read the list, I realized that Sandman: The Kindly Ones (The Kindly Ones) had also received a prize. It always bothered me that the publication of Sandman in France is so irregular. The BD has won many awards (including one in Angouleme for Season of Mists ) but it took so long for the release comes to an end (I am not even sure The Wake be released).

buyers on Audible.com can vote for The Graveyard Book (if you wish) for the final.

Hello Neil,
Have you seen this?
http://www.dvdrama.com/imagescrit2/t/h/e/the_graves_1.jpg
It displays a film directed by Brian Pulido.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1203517/

A bientot

Fred

Yes, I've seen. I was really surprised and amused.


Hello Mr Neil.

Here is my question. You have lived most of your life in England but now live in the United States, is not it? Where you consider yourself "at home"? Definia and how you "home"?
I ask this because my mother died last January. I'm 17. I think I forgot what my "home". The concept of "home" to me sembe suddenly so distant.
I was hoping that someone who has lived in two different "home" can help me and explain in such a way that my brain can understand a fan of comics.

Thank

Chelsea

I remember a phrase from Richard Burton (the actor, not that of the Thousand and One Nights ) who said: "Home is where the books." And according to this principle, my "Homes" is the United States.

But even now, when I returned to England, I think "I'm coming home." And when I get home, I think the United States. This is probably why I never took the citoyeneté.

But ultimately I think the "home" is something you have built, not found. A place that is still left but we are always looking to find. This is a necessary of life, not the best.

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