Friday, 1 December 2017

Blasket - Is a somewhat darker 'Thin Place'

PROLOGUE


How is it possible to return to somewhere you’ve never been? He was not just an entire ocean but also fifty years distant from Portland, Maine and Portland was another fifty years behind New York. Yet despite all that time and distance, he was once more looking at an island on the other side of a turbulent sound, just as he’d so often done from his own weather smeared window on Maiden Cove. 


Jack Sullivan didn’t notice the girl who was clearing away the breakfast things from his table on a hill, halfway between Dunquin and the lowering cloud layer above it. He was peering intently through the dank drizzle and counting too many years since he’d actually sat behind the helm of a fishing boat. 


He was also asking himself how any island could exude such a brooding presence, or maybe that was just Blasket and the weather. It just lay there like a sulking skulking hulk, more like a huge dog left out in the rain. It stank of resignation to an undeserved fate with the added insult of not being recognised, or acknowledged by someone who should know better.


He was in Kerry hoping to join some dots. Ideally, he would stand on the same patch of land his ancestors worked to make his existence possible. That done, he would satisfy his diasporic urge to turn over some of the same sods that they had, just to feel the dirt under his fingernails. That act might hopefully quench the otherwise totally illogical compulsion to come full circle. 


Jack was a fisherman with an understandable disdain for farming and farmers, and this had injected more than a small measure of insanity into the whole business. It had come to the point of him seriously considering if he wasn’t being haunted across the ocean and the years. He’d more or less settled on the notion of some errant agricultural forbear committing an atrocity, which he had to somehow put right with his physical presence. It was either that, or the very early onset of Alzheimers or Dementia but either way, it wasn’t something he could share with rational people.


He was more fortunate than most Maine fishermen, though some called him lucky while others pinned less generous tags on him. Jack thought he knew who he was and he accepted that sometimes he did what he had to do to survive. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t acquainted with failure, but that was yesterday. 


Today he could take as much time as he needed and invest as much money as it cost him to discover who he really was. The briefest of smiles creased his face as he remembered his old Grandfather Pat telling him that only time could tell the whole truth. 


There is another old Irish saying that says, ‘time waits for no man’ but apparently not this time.

Monday, 25 September 2017

Autumn

Small extract from my 3rd Thin Places Novella, which is almost complete. Then the delightful task of proof reading. Thankfully, I have the two best proof readers to give me a dig out. 
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This Novella is a little darker than 'Fanore' and 'Erris' 
Chapter 3 begins in Autumn.

It’s not possible for Autumn to finish as it starts because destiny decreed that it be born in summer and die in winter. It is looking at Spring in the mirror, which simply reverses life and death. Transitions from one state to its opposite must by definition be dramatic but the opening act of every drama will first introduce us to subtlety. With the stage thus set, metamorphosis can quickly accelerate to its point of no return.


The first sign of summer becoming winter begins when nature reaches into her fashionably well-worn artist’s satchel to squeeze a tube of Sepia onto the palette. Like the software written into a digital filter, the landscape becomes tinged with soft earthy yellow to produce the kind of warm and comfortable ambience that seems to make everyone more likely to smile. The mystery for this unexpected geniality is the undeniable fact that the only thing better than looking fondly at an old photograph, is finding that you are living in one.


This pleasant ambience becomes particularly noticeable when the air is full of moisture, just as it was in Dunquin that morning. The only truly unusual aspect was the almost total calm at high tide. A state of no-breeze on this temperate Atlantic Coast is virtually unheard of, and it only added to the overall ‘halcyon’ perception of the morning. 


Jack Sullivan smelled the distinct possibility of an isolated thunderstorm later that afternoon, but he didn’t care. Despite having one too many twelve year old whiskeys, he’d slept like a baby and was feeling just fine. The hazy sunshine proved to be a potent antibiotic for the malady of an oppressive melancholy that had only threatened to deepen over the last few days. Depression was once something that he associated only with the weather but in Ireland, it could be something far more prevalent and scary. 


Friday, 23 June 2017

Erris - 'Thin Places' Series - Book 2

Erris arrived a little later than planned but that shouldn't be bad news. It grew into the meatiest Novella out there.  
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This the second Novella of my 'Thin Places' Series after Fanore, which is still a free download from a previous post. That means you can get two for the price of one and this one is very well priced indeed. It's a steal, but I'm not looking ... at least not for a while anyway.

The thing is, I fully intended to put this second one into a competition, but I missed the deadline because I needed it to be perfect before putting it out there and now it is. Doh.

So, it looks like you can judge it for me but believe me, I made that job very easy for you because you won't get a more entertaining holiday read this year, unless you're going to Erris. In which case it will still be waiting for you when you get back ... if you get back.

You see, Erris is in Ireland and the Celts were probably the first civilisation to recognise "Thin Places' for what they really are, or aren't.  Sure they can look beautiful, which is why people from all over come to immerse themselves in their pristine timelessness. However, they are also places where the boundary between our physical reality and the metaphysical reality that parallels us, is sometimes in flux.

The reasons for that phenomena are as plentiful as rainy days in Erris, but it ultimately comes down to the issue of multiple undocumented histories. We like to think that someone with a pen will always survive history and then write it down for us, despite the fact that the last man or woman standing, sometimes doesn't make it. 

Written or not, these histories happen and if they are truly significant events that didn't get into words, you can be sure they'll etch themselves into the fabric of time itself.

In places where time and reality are occasionally in flux, we would be foolish to assume that our familiar 4 dimensional version will always be the default value. What I'm saying is that if we choose to immerse ourselves in 'Thin Places' like Erris, we need to be very careful about just how deep we want to really go.

The case in point deals with a fairly naive young man who packs himself off to Erris most summers to perfect his Gaelic. Apparently there's a well known summer school there. Anyway, when he tunes in on that placid invitation to soak up some timeless ambience, he gets himself immersed in more than just cold water. 

He finds himself in a life and death struggle that may not have ended well ... but when?

Friday, 10 March 2017

Fanore - A Gift to You


 

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ABOUT FANORE 

Fanore is a very real place but this is not a guide book for tourists. It is the first Novella of my 'Thin Places' Series. If you don't know what a 'Thin Place' is, you are in good company, because no one knows for sure. You see, there is no accepted definition of what they are, but we do know some of what they do. They exist primarily in wilderness areas and through them, we can paradoxically gauge our significance to this reality by the extent of our insignificance or helplessness inside it. If we yield to them, we can receive the gift of temporary insights into the moment beyond the present and into a tomorrow filled with all possibilities. Some people report insights and even experiences of moments long past, so we know that time seems to be in flux around them.

This power to enhance our sixth sense isn't constant but seems to wax and wane to some metaphysical almanac along with our ability and/or willingness to tap into it. Ancient philosophers have for thousands of years told us of the duality in, or the Yin and Yang aspect to everything. That means that physicality must also have its opposite metaphysical reality. All of reality, or the extended reality, must therefore be made of both and 'Thin Places' are where we can sense aspects of both.

The suggestion is that the membrane which surrounds our physical reality from the rest of it, is stretched thin in these places and hence the name. I personally believe that our dual reality is what is contained against the vastness of infinity, because logically, infinity can be the only source of all possibilities. Thin places therefore, would be where these possibilities come but also go. 

This novella takes a look at what might be going on to make this particular 'Thin Places' so apparently thin. The Wild Atlantic Way along Ireland's West Coast seems to have quite a few of these 'Portals' and that is why I chose to start in Fanore, which is right in the middle. Each story will be as unique as the place it is set. Instead of chapters, each book has Acts, which are presented like a small play. The purpose of this is to get the reader involved in the scenes as quickly and as thoroughly as possible. The reader should succumb to suggestion just as the observer succumbs to the power of the 'Thin Place' ambience.

The events of Fanore take place within a small area of North County Clare, but time seems to be what makes this particular location so thin, so you will have to establish that aspect for yourself. Fanore is part of the Burren area of County Clare and I do appreciate that not all thin places are Irish, but this one has a distinctly Irish flavour.

I hope you enjoy it enough to revisit my Blog/Site/Facebook Page to follow my progress and hopefully to look at my other, much bigger books that will take you so much further away from your daily cares.

Please oblige with feedback and I will be guided by your comments as I decide which turn to take on my own particular road. More mega Science Fiction/Fantasy / Spirituality / or this quirky brand of Fiction.

Thanks for stopping by.

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Science Fiction is not just Literature at its Absolute Best



Literature


The following is typical of what you get if you 'Google' literature.

It is a noun, comprising written works, especially those considered 'superior' or of lasting artistic merit.

"a great work of literature"

synonyms:written works, writings, (creative) writing, literary texts, compositions, letters, belles-lettres, 



The accumulated rain on this brass sundial hides the time of day unless you adjust your perception to appreciate the beautifully detailed instrument as well as the accuracy it can produce. Yet some people claim to look for only the best books by blinkering themselves to some truly exceptional books. 

Believe it or not, there are those who do the equivalent of looking for literature under the letter 'L'. They have much in common with people who gather to taste wine because it's not vulgar like beer, even though it really is. I call them 'Long Noses' because beer tasting is just as much fun and you get to taste more without abusing your nose. 

There are also literary 'Long Noses' who have conditioned themselves and many of us into believing that truly great literature can only be an autobiography or a novel based on fiction or history. But seriously, who would really want to read a book written by someone with such an inflated ego? So, for most real people, 'Literature' is effectively 'the' novel based on history or fiction and everything else must be either crass or boring.

Yet any novel based on history could be interesting, but it's already finished. Another based on fiction will never happen, simply because it is fiction. They are quite limited.

Like any other book, Science Fiction can be written any way from poorly to extremely well and in as many styles as any novel, but because it is a logical, if sometimes far fetched extension of today, it requires the writer to create a tomorrow in which it can be reasonably played out.  I would consider that to be far superior to re-describing yesterday, or presenting a version of tomorrow that is destined to be forever fiction, because by that definition it can never happen.  

Science Fiction 'Literature' must be well written, but must also create a logical if sometimes incredible tomorrow that becomes more credible as the link to today is demonstrably maintained and even strengthened. It becomes even more acceptable when today is demonstrably derived from a previously distant and possibly undocumented past. 

Catalysis is Book 1 of the Catalysis Trilogy and it describes today just as it is about to diverge into a very real or an alternate tomorrow. Who can say which, until tomorrow actually happens. After all, that's the way tomorrow has always historically happened.

Ochre is Book 2 of the Catalysis Trilogy and it describes a yesterday just before documented history, but then everything that happened only 5000 thousand years ago is largely undocumented. So who can say what did or did not happen back then, especially when today is the very demonstrable result.  

Imago is the final book of the Trilogy and it will present you with a tomorrow unlike any you've ever dreamed of, but one that is based on yesterday and today, so it can never be discounted.

The Catalysis Trilogy is three separate worlds created from the simple fact of today. One retraces history while the other advances into the future. It is probably as far from the tired retelling of yesterdays as you can possibly get, and because it produces a viable tomorrow, it is every bit as 'Literature' as a Tale of two Cities. In fact, it has as many fabulous cities as it has viable worlds.

The real definition of 'Literature' is something to read anytime and any number of times and unlike a bottle of wine, it will always be full and never become bitter if left for a day or two. Enjoy 'The Catalysis Trilogy' sensibly because it is physically too big and conceptually too vast to be ingested as quickly as you will wish.

Happy Christmas.

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

October Again



The last terrestrial and also extraterrestrial dialogues of IMAGO, Book-3 of THE CATALYSIS TRILOGY, occur right here. Intriguing but true. Also, the basic image for the cover graphics of IMAGO was captured from this little bridge. Both books are just now complete and published with details added to my site http://www.denismcclean.com.

I dedicated Imago to the 'Spirit Within' because last October was a much darker time for us and during times like those we all need to be more than just seen. We need to radiate hope, even if we don't always feel it because the sad fact is that one of us will definitely be the last person another of us will ever see. That could be the selfie with us they take with them.

That dedication is proof that not all SF is photon torpedoes and zero to warp 10 in twenty seconds. This trilogy is Science Fiction and maybe Fantasy, but it's mainly about humanity and where we might be going and with whom. It is about people that most of us would consider flawed but who radiate enough to dazzle Destiny and then co-author our futures for us.

October means not forgetting, but also learning and moving on.

Thursday, 13 October 2016

A Vocation - Just like a Priest's

 It's 3.30am and our house is quiet, but my vocation won't let me sleep. The Catalysis Trilogy is just now finished and published with this third book, but no-one knows yet except me, which means it's only begun for you. I know you will love this epic story.
                                      
                                      In the coming months, you are going to hear a lot about "The Catalysis Trilogy", and especially about the last book, IMAGO but don't worry. Now that production is finished, I can focus on sharing my ideas with you and I have reduced all three books to make that possible.

                                      I undertake to keep my price to $2.99 for each book for as long as I possibly can. The retailers will add to that so please do shop around. I am also retailing Book of Plebs at the same price.

                                      I will be releasing the Trilogy box set in about two to three weeks and that will be the biggest E-Book out there, with the most cutting edge ideas expressed in the most articulate fashion to create a virtually new genre of Science Fantasy/Science Fiction with unique Spiritual and Literary overtones that will enthral and amaze and just show you what can be done when you fear nothing. 

                                      When you read any one of these books, in any order you like, you'll quickly see that it was never about money. It's a vocation, just like a priest's, but it's not about religion. It's about us, as flawed, scared and brilliant as we are.

                                      Here. Why not download your 3 chapter Mini-E Book preview, or ME-Book, as I call them, and then scroll down to get the 3-Chapters from the other 2 Books of The Catalysis Trilogy and also Book of Plebs. I can do that because I am firm believer in WYSIWYG.

                                     You will not find a better read, but don't believe me if you don't want to. Very soon, other people are going to tell you anyway.

                                      Have an epic day.