Many thanks to poet Angela Topping for a wonderful review of my latest book, and thanks also to Sabotage Reviews for giving space to it. So pleased, and so grateful, and so nice that a brilliant poet such as Angela has written these things!
To quote from the review:
“Mab Jones is a poet of detail, of concrete objects pulling their weight. Occasionally surreal, she has originality of thought and imagination. Technically, she is skilful. Indigo Dreams have created a quality slim volume with a striking, fitting cover, and the poems within do not disappoint. I look forward to reading more of Mab Jones’ work in future; this was my first taste of her lush imagery and deft forms.”
You can read the review in full here: http://sabotagereviews.com/2017/03/06/take-your-experience-and-peel-it-by-mab-jones/
And the book is available to read sample poems from and to buy here: http://www.indigodreams.co.uk/mab-jones/4592595599
I am halfway through Six Pounds Eight Ounces, the debut novel by young Rhondda writer Rhian Elizabeth. Although I’ve not yet finished, I thought I’d give you all a heads up to the fact that the official Cardiff launch is at Chapter, 7pm, tomorrow evening (Friday).
Part-young Shirley Valentine, part-Minnie the Minx – but with a heart that I suspect is slightly more Anne of Green Gables – Rhian Elizabeth is one of many bright and budding authors whose prosaic and prose-y talents are just beginning to unfold. Boisterous and blithe, humorous and heart-felt, raw and ribald, Six Pounds Eight Ounces is a dark and delightful bruise of a book – one that you kind of admire, though, and want to keep pressing your finger into. Pain and love and death and friendship are all interlinked, here, in the world of Hannah King, self-confessed liar and the hero(ine) of our story.
The first line itself is a cracker: “My first word was clock only it came out as cock”. Eat that, Dickens’ David Copperfield! And this is only the start. Funny as hell, and with characters who seem as real and right there as your own genitals, this is the literary equivalent of seeing a beautiful shooting star before being smacked on the head by it. You’re gladdened by the rare magic of the occurance, but you’re also a bit stunned, like.
I can’t recommend this book highly enough.
Also, there will be a cake at the event that looks like this, as well as wine, music, and readings by the lovely Rhian. What more could you want? I will see you there.
P.S. The book is priced very reasonably, by the way. Hence the title of this blog post!