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There are plans, I have read, to send humans to the south pole of the moon. That’s where the water is, and it presents a more stable communication position with Earth. The new issue it presents to human exoplanetary habitation is to do with light.

At the South Pole, the sun never rises more than seven degrees off the horizon. That means the shadows are long and deep black, and the sun will always be in people’s eyes. Moving around on the moon will mean moving from pitch black to bright white in a single step, and human eyes can’t adapt to that.

Everyone’s going to be blind on the moon.

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“Our art is one of being bedazzled by truth: The light cast on the recoiling, contorted face is true, and nothing else is.”



– Franz Kafka

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I have two very early memories.

I remember being held in front of a little black and white television set and my mother saying, watch this, remember this, this is history, this is. And it was the Apollo 11 landing, Armstrong’s first foot on the moon. And the light was coarse white lines scratched into the black. I can summon fragments of that memory even now. The nature of the light.

And then, I was in some kind of toy car or cart, out behind my nan and grandad’s house, in the snow. And I was stuck. In my memory, everything has the colour of a faded Polaroid. The light was grey and blue, and the snow was white and black, and I couldn’t move, and there was no-one else around. May as well have been on the moon. Everything feels like forever when you’re tiny. Trapped forever in old light and black and white.

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I remember walking to school as a kid, in thin early morning light. There was mist. And I saw a little girl running down the path that divided the end of the street from the woodland, crying. The path twisted at the end a touch before it joined the road. She was crying, mummy, I can’t see you. Because that little twist meant you couldn’t see straight down the path to the road, and it was misty, and for some endless cold moment she couldn’t see her mother and her sibling as they moved ahead of her. The little girl was running for her life, for her safety and for everything she’d ever known. Mummy, I can’t see you. I can’t see you.

More than forty years later, I still think about that. I remember stopping and waiting to be sure that she reached the road and saw her mother before walking on to school. And, now, I think about that because my vision is getting a little misted with age, a little more like thin early morning light than noon light, and it’s more than forty years later, and I wonder when the day will come that I’m crying that I can’t see you.

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On The Pure Novel

(This is me organising a bunch of disparate notes and thoughts in one place so I can see them properly.)

I was talking with a novelist acquaintance the other day about novel length. He was having to aim for a 100k word count on a new book because it’s simply what publishers ask for, because 100k is considered a firm expectation by the audience. The audience apparently having grown up on fantasy doorstops, or, I dunno, those fat brick Tom Clancy books.

I remember once briefly talking online to a famous writer who’d wrestled his novella up to 55k so that it would be eligible for novel awards.

Pretty much everything Georges Simenon ever wrote was in the 30-40k range. For reasons. He was once interviewed by the Paris Review, and while that is currently behind their paywall, someone sneakily escaped a copy, ssshhh.

INTERVIEWER

Is length important? Is it part of your definition of the pure novel?

SIMENON

Yes. That sounds like a practical question, but I think it is important, for the same reason you can’t see a tragedy in more than one sitting. I think that the pure novel is too tense for the reader to stop in the middle and take it up the next day.

I once wrote a 30k story, serialised in four parts, that was finally published as NORMAL. Or, as it says on the cover, NORMAL: A Novel. I had a great time with that. At the time, I wasn’t sold on calling it A Novel, as it was 30k and I didn’t want the publisher to get shit for calling a 30k book a novel. I don’t know if they did, but I did. But then, I got shit for GUN MACHINE being “only” 80-90k (I forget the exact length, let alone CROOKED LITTLE VEIN being 60-70k.

The perceived expectation of the potential audience can distort the shape of a work.

INTERVIEWER

One time you spoke about your wish to write the “pure” novel. Is this what you were speaking of a while ago — about cutting out the “literary” words and sentences — or does it also include the poetry you have just spoken of?

SIMENON

The “pure” novel will do only what the novel can do. I mean that it doesn’t have to do any teaching or any work of journalism. In a pure novel you wouldn’t take sixty pages to describe the South or Arizona or some country in Europe. Just the drama with only what is absolutely part of this drama. What I think about novels today is almost a translation of the rules of tragedy into the novel. I think the novel is the tragedy for our day.

Obviously, those points about teaching and journalism come from their time – the interview was conducted in 1955. (And isn’t it just a little wonderfully odd to be able to source and quote an arts interview conducted seventy years ago?) A lot of creative movement has happened in the intervening time. Cut that, and you’re left with the contention that the pure novel is a distilled thing.

(Also worth noting: he considered the Maigret novels less important than his self-described “hard novels,” the work he thought of as serious, because of the structure of the Maigrets. Because they were all told from Maigret’s POV, and the reader could only know what Maigret knew, the other characters in the books could never be given what Simenon considered appropriate weight – he could not descend into them.)

I once wrote a story, ELEKTROGRAD: RUSTED BLOOD, that was informed by my interest in Archigram. (UK) (US) In my head, it was going to be the start of a whole series, with each story containing an Archigram or other experimental-architecture element…

And then I got hospitalised, and then life happened.

I’ve self published a lot over the decades, pretty much as soon as Print On Demand came in, because that was fascinating to me and because I unhelpfully have more ideas and write more words than I can realistically do anything with. And the form I like best – the NORMAL form – is not one publishers like. NORMAL was an experiment for that publisher, and it did fine (and was an Amazon Top 100 book for 2016), but it was and is outside their usual practice and wasn’t intended to be repeated.

I wrote this in 2022!

I need to start writing the newsletter today, and also to start figuring out some of the extra bells and whistles that the new hosting platform provides me. I’ve been talking recently in the newsletter about returning to digital publishing, which I’ve done a lot of in the past — NORMALCUNNING PLANSELEKTROGRAD and FREAKANGELS are just a few examples —

This has been marinating a long time.

So I’ve been thinking about self-publishing again, just to work in the prose form I like best. Without having to convince anyone else I’m not ill and without anyone else having to risk real money that could more usefully go towards food and shelter for other people.

In my notes, I’ve been calling it “the quick novel,” “the fast novel,” “fast fiction” (ha!) and “the short novel.” JG Ballard also had “the condensed novel.” But maybe “the pure novel” is the term I needed. I tend towards concision as a writer. And that’s something I’d like to explore. I would never actually claim to be writing A Pure Novel, that sounds a little too lofty, but it’s an interesting frame for thinking.

So, in whatever spaces I get for thinking over the next month or two, this is where my spare brain cycles are going. I’d like 2025 to be the year I actually get something done and out within this frame, for my own edification, development and peace of mind if nothing else. Short novels. Probably technically novellas? But I have accidental form in calling 30,000 words a novel, so fuck it, right?

(And covers that are purely typographic solutions, like Fitzcarraldo, Strelka or Faber Poetry.)

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Clippings.io

I have 400 books with Kindle highlights in, which totals some 5000 separate pieces of text. I tend to print off my highlights for later review, but recently I’ve been wanting a proper search function for them all, which Amazon doesn’t provide.

So, after some research, I bought a year’s worth of clippings.io and used its Chrome extension to port all of my Kindle highlights into its system. I’ll have to remember to do that periodically, to keep it fresh – I do a lot of reading and make a lot of highlights. But now I can run a search term through four hundred books’ worth of highlights in one action.

Being able to reach through something like fifteen years of reading at a stroke feels like gaining a new power. One that I always should have had, given that Amazon Kindle is a networked digital service. But it’s not one they ever fully thought through, marvellous though it is. For an extra fifteen quid, I’ve closed the circuit.

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I’ve had a free subscription to Perplexity AI Pro for almost a year and have only just gotten around to adding its extension to Chrome. The subscription renews at full price next month, and I need to decide if it’s worth the hefty spend. My Rabbit R1 barely works in the office – wifi is terrible up here and its reception isn’t strong.

And, to be honest? “AI” hasn’t fully worked itself into my life yet. It’s an occasional tool for research, but I have too much muscle memory for “just typing shit into search bars on web browsers.”

Until relatively recently, I’ve considered AI to be basically a toy, one with significant ethical and social strikes against it. For me, it’s been a great occasional tool for research, or to confirm that was actually Christopher Walken in an episode of KOJAK. I may be missing something. Or I may not be and would be completely justified in going full Hojoki.

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Denewsification And Future Literacy

I spent the morning writing a whole rant about the state of news provision here (which has only gotten worse since I wrote this), and got several hundred words in before I realised it had turned into the sort of clickbait bullshit I was railing against.

I read Bryan Johnson’s ZEROISM last night, and found this therein:

We cannot know which historical or present phenomena will persist and what will defy our expectations. Be aware and cautious about what assumptions you make about the future. Try to isolate each assumption and examine it carefully. Simply being aware of the scaffolding you’re standing on will enable you to react faster and with improved clear-headedness when you see other patterns emerge in the world. If you can make this a staple in how you process information, you’ll be able to sift through arguments, trends, and norms and keep your mind in sync with technological advances. You won’t live in the past.

Here are three simple questions you can ask to enhance your predictions when you’re trying to make life decisions: What must remain true for this to continue to be true? What new thing would make this untrue? What wildly unexpected surprise would change the question?

Now, he’s talking about something entirely different. But what struck me was: isn’t this at least some of what news provision is for?

future literacy: a mindset and toolkit to navigate a rapidly changing and completely unknown future.

Isn’t that what news is for? Here’s where I think I am today, here’s what I think it looks like, and here’s what might happen next and why. See something new every day and write a story with it.

(ZEROISM is more an essay than a book, and there’s a lot wrong with it in my eyes, but I was curious and it was 70p on Kindle)

I want to know what’s happening, I want to know what may happen, and I want preparatory material for that space. I don’t want a newspaper that thinks a scroll of emotional-contagion clickbait is news provision, and that seems to be most of them now.

(I was about to complain that BBC News should not be using newsflash notifications for cricket scores, but it has right this second flashed me with the president of South Korea declaring martial law, so I’ll apologise to them)

I’ve been joking with people recently that I miss newspapers, not least because you could finish the newspaper, with the sense that you’d read everything that was important that day. The news wasn’t bottomless. That is a joke, because the news doesn’t stop happening after the print job, and now I get flows of information throughout my day, and that is a good thing. If it’s information.

I’d be tempted to subscribe to the Financial Times if it wasn’t so bloody expensive, as, like The Economist, they protected their journalistic resources by imposing online pay-gates very early on. I’d like to be reading a British newspaper, as I have throughout my life.

Now, I’m not going to put on a tinfoil toupee and start raging about the mainstream media. But I do feel behind. I feel like I’ve lost some future literacy. And that’s on me for not choosing my inputs with more care.

There is a temptation, which I’ve also talked about with others, to just say fuckit and check out of the world entirely. And, honestly? That temptation is strong. I’m absolutely culling my news stack. But I was struck by the idea of protecting my future literacy, and that made me aware that there’s a lot of stuff I’m not across these days.

A not-fully-baked thought, as we say: but tonight I begin the process of looking at what I might be missing, and controlled ways to bring it to my little back room that I’ve been writing from for thirty years to see what it makes me think about.


Right now, the stack is:

  • The Economist
  • Foreign Policy
  • BBC News
  • City AM
  • Politico
  • NYT
  • CNN
  • France 24
  • DW
  • AP News
  • Al Jazeera
  • Bloomberg (I let my subscription lapse, but I keep it for my currency watchlists currently)

I suppose I could mention these two, too.

  • The Times Literary Supplement
  • The London Review Of Books

(Hi, newspaper whose subscription I cancelled – the way to get me back is to not immediately email me offering me the same subscription at almost twice the price I was previously paying)

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The New Notebook System: Additional

I found I could use a fourth insert for planning the newsletter. So I decided to trim the bottom off an old Field Notes I had lying around, and used an extra band to bind it in after watching a YouTube video to make sure I was doing it right. The notebook is a little bit bulgy now? But it’s interesting to be able to have all the ongoing stuff under one cover.

Extra bands for Passport Size (UK) (US+)

Field Notes

Video: adding a fourth insert to a Traveller-style notebook.

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Cats And Dogs

We domesticated cats because back in ancient times cats were huge bastards and had a jaw span that exactly encompassed a human head and therefore taming and breeding them down into a portable size was only sensible and contributed to a longer period of time attached to our heads. Cats remember this, and exist in contentment because they know that deep down we do too and that’s why we serve them food and don’t wring them like a sink rag when they shit on the floor.

Dogs, on the other hand, haven’t changed much since the megafauna era, where they were basically just furry barking wasps. We domesticated dogs because, well, we were at the top of the food chain and worked out the important stuff like meat and god being the sun or a rock or something and we thought it’d be fun to domesticate four-legged wasps. Dogs exist in joy because they’re basically just fucking wasps and are just happy we notice them. Until they kill us. Because they’re wasps.

I have now explained everything to you and now you can go about your day. Good morning.

(note originally written 12 December 2015)

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