Showing posts with label Timothy Graves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Timothy Graves. Show all posts

Monday, 1 February 2016

Myra Hindley, S&M, a sex-shop brawl, a missing child and the Bisset Surprise



"I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden Ones"


It was the first outing in 2016 for "London's peerless gay literary salon" Polari on Friday, and I, Paul, little Tony, Wayne, Emma, Toby, Roland, Bryanne, Simon and the rest of the (impressively big for a pay-day Friday in January) audience were champing at the bit... As usual, our host Paul Burston was equally energised but, after a suitably muted tribute to (the mentor of all of us) David Bowie, it was time to introduce our readers for the evening.

Mr Stevie Henden read us a mere snippet from his new novel - Anna Himmel and the Gold Sovereign - (apparently based on a true story) Andy Blenkinsopp's Tale. A young gay man in 1960s Manchester goes cruising. A car pulls up, and a blonde woman with a man in the passenger seat offers him a threesome, which he almost accepts - were it not for an apparition wearing said gold sovereign, which warns him off. It didn't really take "Miss Marple" to work out the fact that the couple were the notorious Moors Murderers, and when the penny drops for Andy, he realises he has had a very lucky escape indeed. Although somewhat predictable, it did tease us with what all this has to do with the greater meaning of the apparition with the medallion...


[Photo: Tony Wood]

Next up, an author who is becoming a bit of a regular at Polari, Anya Nyx (or is it Tanith today?; we're never sure). Her story was another sinister one (from the short story anthology L is For...) - Frankie and other F-words: all about a lesbian S&M threesome that goes disastrously wrong, with blood, death and a flight from the authorities. I somehow doubt they will ask Cliff Richard to read the audio book.


[Photo: Tony Wood]

I was up to Mr Timothy Graves, therefore, to turn up the jollity factor, as he grabbed his friend and fellow thesp Penelope Maynard to join him for an extract from his new work Pharmakeia - here involving a three-way argument in a sex shop between the leading protagonist Mahvand, a prostitute and the tranny proprietor of the store. Of course:

[UPDATE 2024: the video that was on Mr Graves' blog here has been removed from the interwebs. No idea why.]

Wonderfully manic - and particularly appreciated by their acting tutor and mentor [who we were intrigued and overjoyed to spot in the audience; we spoke later], Hi-De-Hi's "Sylvia" - Miss Nicki Kelly herself!

With that level of excitement, we needed a break for a fag and a trip to the bar to recover.


[Photo: Tony Wood]

Part two brought on the "big guns". Ms Alex Marwood is always a joy, and her reading - from her latest blockbuster The Darkest Secret - definitely did not disappoint. It's a marvellously intriguing tale - full of horrid, selfish bastards, and the enduring mystery of what exactly did happen to the three-year-old girl who disappeared from her bedroom while the pampered adults in her wealthy father's coterie were preoccupied enjoying themselves in splendour? [Shades of the Madeleine McCann case, methinks.]

None other than best-selling Scottish crime writer Val McDermid described it thus: "A genuinely shocking thriller where nothing is what it seems. So good I wish I'd written it myself." The story's blurb doesn't begin to do it justice:
When identical twin Coco goes missing during a family celebration, a media frenzy breaks out. Her parents are rich and influential, as are the friends they were with at their holiday home by the sea, and the guests’ talent for publicity pushes the case into the public eye.

But what really happened to Coco? Over two intense weekends - the first when Coco goes missing and the second, twelve years later, at the funeral of her father - the darkest of secrets will gradually be revealed...
We loved it.



Finally, it was time for another gem of a writer and our "headliner", the novelist and literary critic Adam Mars-Jones. He read some rather fab passages from his latest book Kid Gloves, a memoir about his years of clashing wits with his homophobic father, a renowned High Court judge. From the Guardian review:
His lawyerly refutations of Adam’s sexual orientation include The Princely Parallel (“he assured me ... that the older woman procedure had done the trick for Prince Charles”) and The Bisset Surprise, according to which Adam cannot be gay because Dad alleges that he once played with himself during a Jacqueline Bisset film.

It takes a finely honed sense of the comic value of the everyday to survive these wounds. Mars-Jones concedes with magnificent understatement that “the dynamics between homophobic judge and publicly gay writer son, tolerating each other at least to the extent of sharing a roof, are probably not standard”. When 'The Penguin Book of Homosexual Verse' is published in 1983, Sir William asks pointedly if Adam has edited it. Mars-Jones sniffs: “If I did decide to use a pseudonym, I would try to do better than the name on the book’s cover, Stephen Coote.”
This was a marvellously erudite way to end a brilliant evening.



Our next outing for Polari will be its LGBT History Month special on 16th February, featuring our fave Jonathan Harvey at the top of the bill with his new novel The Secrets We Keep, none other than "Ida Barr" herself Chris Green, who has written a new book Overpowered! about the history of hypnosis; plus historian Jennifer Ingleheart, novelist Sarah Walton and poet David Clarke.

Should be fantabulosa, and provide the perfect opportunity to show off my glowing tan from our week in Spain!

Polari. We love it.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Three Tims, badger duvets, Italian Mammas and provincial lesbian drama



Another gay day, another Polari!

In the last of the season's "peerless gay literary salons" (Paul takes a break in August), we were filled with anticipation of the announcement of the long-list of entrants for the Polari First Book Prize, and no less than three authors all called "Tim".

Paul Burston, last night representing "The Gay Mafia" in his dapper suit, was a little flushed at trying to organise disappearing speakers and shmooze his fantabulosa audience (including the lovely and ever-so-eccentric Miss Helen Lederer, who joined John-John and I at our table), but eventually all seemed to go to plan...





The first of the Tims, opening the show, was (the rather cute) Mr Brady, reading from his novel Big Ben. In the four extracts he read, our eponymous hero goes from ostensibly straight Italian newcomer to London, through embarrassing "outing" by a horny ex-girlfriend who catches him in bed with a Brazilian, to the rather hilarious attempt to keep meddling Mamma apart from said shag (with no success, unfortunately for him). Very enjoyable indeed! Mr Brady missed the deadline for the prize this year, but hopes his novel will go forward for the 2012 one.



Our second Tim, Mr Graves, told a far darker and spookier tale, Bright Fire of Morning all about an obsessive sexual encounter between a lad and what might have been a sexy demon, or ghost, or..? Sublimely told, you could hear a pin drop across the whole room as the slightly creepy story unfolded...



From the sinister to the cynical, the fabulously entertaining William Parker read us the tale of an archetypal grumpy old man - an elderly gent from very posh surroundings who has found himself in the awfulness of a nursing home, with its dementia sufferers, zimmer frames, duvets (which move around like “a demented badger”, unlike familiar blankets) and dreadful food. Mr Parker's short story features in the forthcoming sequel to last year's gay anthology Boys & Girls, called (naturally) Men & Women (also edited by Paul Burston, it launches on 14 July) - totally enthralling stuff!



After the break, our perennial Polari favourite the lovely V.G. (Val) Lee had us in stitches with her wonderfully witty tale of Lucky Patricia (also included in Men & Women): our heroine's found herself a new sophisticated girlfriend, and it has rather shaken up the cosy lesbian social circle in rural Hastings! As always, Val proved to be a true star, and a brilliant entertainer...



Next up, our third Tim, this time Mr Arthur (son of Playschool host Toni Arthur, no less), who - as he admitted - was sorry to lower the tone somewhat with his grim tale of one backwoods American woman's sordid revenge on her abusive husband. Involving a cage in the basement and some humiliating sexual favours, this is just one of a series of tales in his book The Blind Dog Gospels, all told from the warped imagination of an individual dying of cancer of the optic nerve. Thankfully, Mr Arthur was a very jolly reader, which lightened the piece somewhat!

Paul and "partner in crime" Rachel Holmes, Head of Literature and Spoken Word at the Southbank Centre, announced the Polari First Book Prize long list:
  • Julian Corkle Is A Filthy Liar – DJ Connell
  • Same Again Please - Michael B Jones
  • London Triptych – Jonathan Kemp
  • The Bird Keeper – Issy Festing
  • Love, Hope and High Heels – Clare Campbell
  • I Don’t Remember You – Stephanie Lennox
  • Children of the Sun – Max Schaefer
  • Autofellatio – James Maker
  • Homo Jihad – Timothy Graves
  • C’est La Vie – Bruce Hodson



Our final turn of the evening was the lovely lady lesbian DJ Connell, reading first from her prize-nominated Julian Corkle Is A Filthy Liar (which we first encountered at Polari back last November, alongside Mr Parker); the hilarious story of the campest little queen growing up in the most stifling of backgrounds in 1970s Tasmania). She also gave us a teaser of her new novel Sherry Cracker Gets Normal, which launches next week.



Another absolute corker of an evening! I will miss Polari next month...