is far from empty
Plug in those waxy in-the-hole earphones and step inside the cavernous brain of Hilary Mantel, this year’s BBC Reith Lecturer.
Part mystic part historian she inhabits the past in a vivid construct of her own aided by some serious library time and a wicked imagination which leaves critics riling and fans lying prostrate. In all the five lectures as an orator alone she is mesmerising and her soft yet raspy tone scintillates crystalline one-liner nuggets which you feel you must suddenly race to write down, ‘Facts are not truth, though they are part of it.’
Her argument is astute in the defence of historical fiction and its place in a narrative already so subjected to the sieving of historians, teachers and students themselves. It is an obvious point but one defended ardently – that we all tell favourable histories. Perhaps some with unprecedented gore to assure ourselves of the unstoppable progression of human kind, because yes people didn’t all die at 40, or to paint it as if the Tudor courts were a golden era of swift justice and silk bodices.
Picking up Wolf Hall from the bedside heap of novels which surround my parents bed I too enter into a contract with Mantel as she suggests. The contract stipulates that as readers we know these to be fictions and so must criticise and exult within the parameters set by its genre. Nabovkov envisaged meeting his reader on a summit, both sides working in tandem and so too does Mantel. She will do the research, but you must take a leap of historical faith. In Wolf Hall she summarises it thus, ‘Some of these things are true and some of them are lies. But they are all good stories.’
A necromancer, lending her body and her mind to the dead she borrows these words from St Augustine, ‘the dead are invisible, they are not absent.’ As a cynic it seems symtomanic of a person overflowing with imagination, but I implore you to listen and make up your own mind, marvelling at the fissure in which she operates; somewhere in the past.
Land of butter-smooth fish, super fast shinkansen, oodles of steaming ramen eateries, Carribean-esq beaches, snoring salarymen, litter free streets and uber cool culotte wearers, tech-savy hyper-stores and remote onsen villages – like the peaks and troughs of the volcanic landscape itself, Japan is overwhelming yet beguiling.
To start head to Tokyo. Spend at least five days there. And get off the beaten track, stay somewhere in the suburbs. I would recommend Nishi-Ogikubo – full of tiny tiny bars all jostled in to a few condensed streets just off the JR station. Here you can’t go wrong for a relaxed night of drinking. Forget tourist tacky Golden Gai, this is the real deal.
Get yourself a Japan Rail pass if you want to saunter around the constituent islands that make up Japan’s ‘mainland’. It also includes travel on the JR lines in Tokyo, a hassle free way of navigating the sprawling, mid-rise mass.
Also get shopping. Japan is unexpectedly chic – think East London but without the hassle and with the world renowned Japanese service. No query is too small and if you find yourself lost in minutes some kind pint-sized soul will be there with a brolly in hand ready to guide you, but not in English mind! Head to Omote-sando away from the horrendous Harajuku nightmare nearby. LaForet is the Selfridges of this area. Ebisu, Naka-Meguro and around these slightly quieter areas offers painfully cool one storey shops dotted around so that the experience of finding boutiques both well known and obscure is as intriguing as the vendors themselves.
Nagasaki is worth a trip down south for the bars alone. All hail the sweet potato concoctions balanced on rustic wooden shelves behind the bar staff, all labelled by price. You’ll thank them for that after a few. Just pop the cash in the bowl in front of you. The trams around the town are totally Instagram-able in pop colours of lemon yellow and sea green. For some culture the Glover Gardens are a lovely way to spend the afternoon, with great views over the port and travelators for the less mobile.
The art islands of Naoshima and Teshima are incredible. So worth a trip. Hop on a rental bike (warning: the hills are rather steep) and stop off at the sights along the way. Beaches are dotted around for quick dips, some with washing facilities to cool off after the incline. The ferry is cheap and goes from the port town of Uno.
Osaka is another huge town (with a mere 18 million inhabitants) and to get a clear picture of it all head to the ferris wheel. It sits on top of HEP Five, a shopping centre. You can even plug your iPhone in and play tunes as you rotate. Then, as always, head to the bars and grab yourself some fried-things-on-sticks. Japanese cuisine does have its local delicacies – and my favourite Osakian treat was the rather basic breadcrumbed ‘cheese’ with 4 types of sauces, washed down with a pint of Kirin.
Don’t drink the wine there. It is expensive and rubbish. Otherwise everything else in Japan is worth a go.
I had a dream last night
that it wasn’t true
that we sat and ate some supper
that you saw me and I saw you.
That you came up beside me
and grabbed my wanting hand
that you told me it’s going to be fine darling,
you see I just don’t think you understand.
I didn’t leave last summer
I just had something to do
I faded into nothing
but I’ve swum right back to you.
The death you saw me die,
the pain you saw me quake,
the fits which I convulsed with,
Can’t you see, it was all just fake.
We will grow old together
just as I promised we would do,
now dream the dream you’re dreaming
for there I walk, alive, with you.
I see a heavy box
With sea grass shining
Weighed heavy with decay
No silver lining
The pain commences
Recurrent thuds of angst
A kiss on the forehead
We were denied our goodbye
Unless they are down, get out.
That goes for your duvets too.
My guilty pleasure is undoubtedly Instagram at the moment. So here are some of my all time favourite accounts to stalk/follow/admire:
– frost_french. Co-created by Sadie Frost this is an accumulation of suggestive yet quirky photos.
– pandorasykes. A super chic stylist who is model beautiful. Great inspiration for the latest take on trends.
– lookdepernille. Another trendy stylist hailing from Copenhagen. She’s not bad on the eyes either. Everyone needs a scandie fix nowadays and she’s mine.
– bat_gio. This woman is amazing. An absolute must!
– paul_smith. This o-so-trendy man posts a random assortment of style inspiration combined with witty captions. Quintessential British.
– BRITISHVOGUE. Dur.
– goodlifeeatery. Lots of yummy healthy food with the odd motivational/sarcy post.
– Derek Blasberg. Who doesn’t this man know?
– Candice Swanepoel. Already mentioned once on my page, this woman must have been created in a lab because her body is unreal 🙌.
– any of the kardashians.
– blakelively. She’s hilarious and surprisingly relatable.