About Lloyd Shepherd

Lloyd's first novel, The English Monster, was published in spring 2012. He used to be a journalist and a digital producer. He lives in London with his family.

A Pound of Obscure May 17, 2013

I keep a tumblr at lloydshep.tumblr.com called A Pound of Obscure. Here’s the last week’s posts from it.

A Pound of Obscure May 10, 2013

I keep a tumblr at lloydshep.tumblr.com called A Pound of Obscure. Here’s the last week’s posts from it.

A Pound of Obscure May 3, 2013

I keep a tumblr at lloydshep.tumblr.com called A Pound of Obscure. Here’s the last week’s posts from it.

  • Britain enters the Drone Business, from home soil
    Britain enters the Drone Business, from home soil, for the first time. Wired salivates. (via For the First Time, Brits Launch Drone Strike From Home | Danger Room | Wired.com)

  • London Environs 1832 – David Rumsey Historical Map overlaid on Google

    Beautiful – David Ramsey’s extraordinary map collection, overlaid onto Google Maps. Here’s London in 1832.

  • collectivehistory
    collectivehistory:

    In August 1961, two young girls speak with their grandparents in East Germany over a barbed wire fence, a barricade which later became the Berlin Wall (U.S. Department of State)

    One of those photos that’s as much a short story as a picture.

  • “Consider this; the range of good guys has expanded”
    “Consider this; the range of good guys has expanded, but not the bad. We now have investigators from all over the world, from Deon Meyer’s South African detective to William Ryan’s Moscow cop. There are Maasai warriors and Thai Buddhists solving murders, and a complete timeline of historical sleuths, not to mention cases being cracked by Oscar Wilde and Josephine Tey. With such a variety of crime-solvers to choose from, it’s a little mystifying to realise that our available choice of villains seems to have shrunk.”- Whatever Happened To The Art Of The Con? « Christopher Fowler’s Blog

  • lifeHappy birthday, Willie Nelson. Happy Birthday, that man.
  • “Can you imagine Oscar Wilde on Twitter?”
    “Can you imagine Oscar Wilde on Twitter? Holy shit, that dude would’ve had, like, four million followers, and every tweet would’ve been essential. Every tweet would’ve been the best part of your day.”- Interview: “NOS4A2” Author Joe Hill Talks the War on Christmas, Mark Twain’s Twitter, and Movie Adaptations | Complex

  • Would-Be Pirates Get a Taste of Delicious, Delicious Irony…
  • Ghostly Plane Wrecks Found in Remote, Exotic Locations
  • “The key to understanding this is that the anti-Keynesian position is, in essence, political”
    “The key to understanding this is that the anti-Keynesian position is, in essence, political. It’s driven by hostility to active government policy and, in many cases, hostility to any intellectual approach that might make room for government policy. Too many influential people just don’t want to believe that we’re facing the kind of economic crisis we are actually facing.” - Knaves, Fools, and Me (Meta) – NYTimes

  • After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,

    I heard the announcement:
    If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
    Please come to the gate immediately.

    Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
    An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
    Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
    Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
    Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
    Did this.

    I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
    Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
    Sho bit se-wee?

    The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
    She stopped crying.

    She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
    She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
    Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

    Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
    We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
    I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
    Would ride next to her—Southwest.

    She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

    Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
    Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

    Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
    Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

    She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
    Questions.

    She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
    Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
    And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

    To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
    Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
    The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
    Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

    And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
    Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
    American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
    And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

    And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
    Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

    With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
    Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

    And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
    This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

    Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
    —has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

    They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
    This can still happen anywhere.

    Not everything is lost.

    - Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

  • Obama: Still a class act.
    Obama: Still a class act. President Obama at 2013 White House Correspondents’ Dinner (C-SPAN) (by CSPAN)

My First Shortlist (a sequel)

“I enjoyed your post about being longlisted for the Authors’ Club Best First Novel award.”

“Thank you. I was very excited, but probably overdid the Uriah Heep ever so ‘umble stuff.”

“Are you going to post about being shortlisted?”

“Well, I don’t know. I feel like I’ve shouted about this enough.”

“Uriah Heep. Again.”

“Yes. Probably.”

“But it’s a big deal, isn’t it?”

“It’s a massive deal. I’ve been walking on air for days.”

“But why is it so special?”

“Well, there’s something about being recognised by other authors as having created something special which is quite, quite unique.”

“Hang on, you wrote that in your post about being longlisted.”

“Exactly. You see the problem. I have shot my bolt.”

“Hmm. So what will you do?”

“I have absolutely no idea.”

Not that Uriah Heep

Not that Uriah Heep

 

American cover for The Poisoned Island

The American edition of The Poisoned Island isn’t out until January 2014, but here’s an early glimpse of the cover, which I rather like:

Poisoned Island

A Pound of Obscure April 26, 2013

I keep a tumblr at lloydshep.tumblr.com called A Pound of Obscure. Here’s the last week’s posts from it.

  • 2000adonline: Some superb art for this month’s Forum…
    2000adonline:

    Some superb art for this month’s Forum Competition(Apr’13):Bad Company,which has MarkChillyChillcott hitting the mark once again with his fabulous Muppet/2000AD mash-ups!

    • Sam the Eagle as Kano
    • Zoot the sax player as Shrike
    • Animal as Dogbreath(of course!)

    You’re In Bad Company….Yaayyyy!!!

  • “You have to put in the time. In addition to creating/building, you have to build the platform.”
  • abandonedography: Abandoned railroad by 小巨人看世界
    abandonedography: Abandoned railroad by 小巨人看世界

  • “Professor Henry Brubaker of the Institute for Studies”
    “Professor Henry Brubaker of the Institute for Studies said: “In an age where literally everything has to be arch, knowing, witty or retro, Iron Maiden fans somehow still don’t give a fuck. “They just like their thing for what it is, their hairy backs aren’t a statement and when they wear double denim with a bumbag it’s in no way ironic. “The rest of us will never achieve that level of enjoyment of anything, because our stupid aspirations have made us into dicks.”” - Iron Maiden fans somehow immune to self-consciousness epidemic
  • Sharing the responsibility

    There’s a big fuss online today about an unreleased Hyundai ad which some agency shot, which shows a guy trying to kill himself in his car, but failing to do so because of Hyundai’s super-low emissions. Obnoxious, clearly. Hyundai are saying the ad was only a creative sketch, and was never intended for release. A lot of other people are saying ‘well, yeah, Hyundai, but you signed off the test’. In other words, the people who paid for it are getting it in the neck.

    Fair enough. But when I see something like this, I always wonder about the ‘talent’ involved. The actor playing the guy in the car. The person operating the camera. The director. When I hear the educated tones of a nice lady offering me PPI insurance on a robo-call, I always think ‘you must have known what sort of people you were recording this for.’ When a talented copywriter produces something obfuscatory about a radiator or a luxury holiday, I always wonder ‘what did that do to you, doing that?’

    It probably didn’t do anything. There’s a long tradition that the talent is immune from the intent, and a job’s a job, darling. But if you take money to do something which makes you uneasy, what does that make you? And if it doesn’t make you uneasy, what does that say about your state of mind?

    Easy for me to say, of course. And a job IS a job.

  • “The Singh case”
    “The Singh case illustrates an important point about liberty. People imagine that freedom comes in revolutions and bills of rights. But sometimes revolutions turn authoritarian and bills of rights turn out not to be worth the paper they are written on – as article 10 of the Human Rights Act shows. More often, change comes when bloody-minded individuals refuse to accept the commonsense advice to “move on and let it be,” square their shoulders and fight back.”- Nick Cohen on: Simon Singh: Let us now praise a bloody-minded hero » Spectator Blogs

  • My guitar teacher’s new single
    My sickeningly talented guitar teacher’s new single, with his band The Mustangs – Yours Sincerely (by MustangsUK .) Get some mellow Brit Blues in your life….

  • “Cheerfulness, unaffected cheerfulness”
    “Cheerfulness, unaffected cheerfulness, a sincere desire to please and be pleased, unchecked by any efforts to shine, are the qualities you must bring with you into society, if you wish to succeed in conversation. … a light and airy equanimity of temper,—that spirit which never rises to boisterousness, and never sinks to immovable dullness; that moves gracefully from “grave to gay, from serious to serene,” and by mere manner gives proof of a feeling heart and generous mind.”- The art of conversation, 1866 (via explore-blog)

  • Memento Mori from the 1520s (via Retronaut – Memento Mori)

    Memento Mori from the 1520s (via Retronaut – Memento Mori)

    As a friend on Facebook pointed out, this puts Damien Hirst and his tattered like to shame. Who made this? What was their name? How did they learn their craft? And what else did they make?

  • “The paradox at the heart of music recommendation engines”
    “The paradox at the heart of all music recommendation engines is that as soon as a recommendation process is blunt enough to be performed by a machine it’s no longer sharp enough to be much use to a human being. Similarly, as soon as a process is mass enough to make money for a company it’s too mass to be of much benefit to an individual. As soon is it’s insistent and mechanical enough for somebody to claim it as a success it’s so insistent and mechanical that you want to turn it off.”- David Hepworth’s Notebook: Everybody likes recommending. Nobody likes being recommended to.

Amazing English Monster news

In the two years since I gave up work to write full-time, I’ve made quite a few writerly friends; many more than I’d imagined I would, if I’m honest. I always pictured writers as solitary creatures, shunning daylight and society while drinking themselves into an early grave on cheap whisky, despairing over gnarly metaphors (like this one).

But that isn’t the case. Social media, in particular Twitter, has enabled those of us who sit around on our own making stuff up and pretending to be tortured to have at least a facsimile of a social life. And one of the nicest things about that has been watching fellow authors get that most rare of joys: the feeling of being nominated for an award.

British writers in particular respond to this in a lovely way, an embarrassed delight which shows just how welcome this kind of recognition is. It’s so pure and so concentrated, to be told by people who are paid to have a view on these matters that the thing you’ve made is worthwhile. A great review is one thing. A healthy sales report is another. But there’s something about being recognised by the industry as having created something special which is quite, quite unique.

And I’ll admit to having experienced the odd moment of envy, seeing those friends receive that recognition and spark with pride over it. I didn’t set out to write a book that would attract that kind of critical attention; I just set out to write a book (though I’m not sure anyone really does try to write an award-winning book – they write the book they want to write). And The English Monster is quite a Marmite undertaking: not quite historical fiction, not quite horror, not quite crime. I once found it in three separate sections in Waterstones Piccadilly.

All of which is preamble to the inevitable ‘me me me’ explosion, because yesterday I had my first and only taste of that delicious tingle. Because, yes, The English Monster has been nominated for a prize! It’s the Author’s Club’s Best First Novel Award, and the other eleven books on the list are so impressive that they can only deepen my sense of pride and wonder at being nominated at all. Absolution. The Marlowe Papers. Alys, Always. A Lady Cyclist’s Guide to Kashgar. Tony Hogan Bought Me an Ice Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma. I mean these are – well, they’re proper books.

Next week, this original list of 12 goes down to six, and given the other titles on the list I have no expectation of making the cut (this isn’t false modesty – as of the day before yesterday I had no expectation of ever being nominated for any prize, ever). Right now I’m basking in a warm glow of pride, and I’m going to sip away at that for the rest of the week and into the weekend. It is, right enough, an absolutely lovely feeling.

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A Pound of Obscure April 19, 2013

I keep a tumblr at lloydshep.tumblr.com called A Pound of Obscure. Here’s today’s posts from it.

A Pound of Obscure April 18, 2013

I keep a tumblr at lloydshep.tumblr.com called A Pound of Obscure. Here’s today’s posts from it.

A Pound of Obscure April 17, 2013

I keep at tumblr at lloydshep.tumblr.com called A Pound of Obscure. Here’s today’s posts from it.

  • If I had to choose one band to go and see in situ
    I think if I had to choose one band to go and see in situ and at the height of their powers, I might well choose Blondie. Can’t think why….

  • New dates for appearances in April and May

    A couple of new dates for things I’ll be showing my face at in May:

    Thursday 25th April: Rainham Library Rob Ryan and I will be talking about our new books from 7.30 pm. All the details are here.

    May 1: an evening of readings at the Working Men’s College Library The theme of the evening is Monsters. The address is 44 Crowndale Road London NW1 1TR (nearest tubes: Camden, Mornington Crescent), and it starts at 7.00pm. The event’s free; to reserve a seat please email lucyjpop@gmail.com.

    I’ll be reading and talking about The English Monster. Also appearing are Amanda Craig (reading from A Private Place, her novel about school bullying, and Hearts and Minds, about London’s migrant workers); Suzi Feay (reading from The Holy Innocents, a cycle of 12 poems about the life of Gilles de Rais, vastly wealthy marshall of France, companion in arms of Joan of Arc, warrior, devout Catholic, necromancer and serial killer); Emran Mian (reading from his debut novel, The Banker’s Daughter, a tense thriller, set in Lahore, Beirut and London, that charts the rise and fall of a banker and explores the moral ambiguities of our money-dominated world); and Meike Ziervogel (reading from Magda, her debut novel based on the life of Magda Goebbel).

    There will be a cash bar!

  • From the Sea to the Land Beyond: The performance | The Space

    I watched this last night, and it’s amazing. Beautifully edited and selected, with haunting and just-right music from British Sea Power. It captures exactly my own sadness, pride, fear, excitement and love of the sea around the British Isles.