Wednesday, May 30, 2012

After Crimefest: York at night

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At left and right, please find some of the many sculpted heads that decorate the chapter house of York Minster. All I can say is that standards of meeting-room decor have declined since the  English decorated Gothic period.

The church's western towers are impressive, too, especially when they loom like giant queens about to crush a city full of sleeping pawns.

© Peter Rozovsky 2012

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16 Comments:

Anonymous I.J.Parker said...

Nice. What trips to Europe are all about.

May 31, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Thanks. Your man Lee Child was at Crimefest, by the way. A nice chap. And a seagull shit on his jacket before the gala dinner.

May 31, 2012  
Anonymous solo said...

And a seagull shit on his jacket before the gala dinner

I hope the seagull was properly rewarded. Excrement of The Year Award, perhaps.

May 31, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Remarks were made about everyone being a critic.

In fact, four convention attendees were shat upon, three of them reportedly authors and all four allegedly by the same bird. I told someone I wanted to bring a bag of bread crumbs seasoned with laxative to Bristol's College Green next year and start a Crimefest tradition.

May 31, 2012  
Anonymous solo said...

In fact, four convention attendees were shat upon, three of them reportedly authors and all four allegedly by the same bird

A 75% strike rate. That's pretty good. Damn, there's a seagull out there smarter than I am. I shall have to retire from the field.

May 31, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

I am told that the fourth recipient was an editor, which may complicate matters.

May 31, 2012  
Anonymous solo said...

I am told that the fourth recipient was an editor, which may complicate matters

Contingency, randomness in action, Peter. What else could it be? I mean, how deranged would a seagull have to be to shit on an editor.

I'm not quite sure why this thread should remind me of The Long Good Friday, but it does for some reason. And Bob Hoskins' character in that movie, with his love for England and all it stands for, reminds me of certain characters in novels by Bill James.

Thanks to you, I've become a BJ fan, but I can't help wondering if James was influenced by TLGF which came out a few years before the first H&I novels.

May 31, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Well, no publishers were shat on, for what that's worth.

May 31, 2012  
Anonymous I.J.Parker said...

What the hell do birds know?

June 01, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Solo, I've just found this, about a movie I ha dnot heard of before:

The Squeeze is a 1977 British gangster thriller, directed by Michael Apted, based on a novel by Bill James (under the pseudonym "David Craig") ... The Squeeze is now considered a forgotten crime masterpiece that usually gets mentioned in books on British cinema of the 1970s but usually gets overlooked in the light of Get Carter (1971) & The Long Good Friday (1981).

June 01, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

I.J., if the birds start aiming for established authors who have chosen self-publishing, one will be able to draw definite conclusions.

June 01, 2012  
Anonymous solo said...

Peter, The Squeese is entertaining but not very good.

Best thing in it is Stephen Boyd, an actor from Ballyrobert, Ballyclare, Co Antrim (Adrian could probably tell you where that is exactly; I couldn't) Boyd played Messala opposite Charlton Heston in that famous chariot race in Ben-Hur.

The Squeeze is probably the only movie he appeared in that he let loose his Northern Irish accent in its full force. Sounds pretty good, too.

There's a scene in the movie where bad guy David Hemmings suggests a game of backgammon to the woman he has just kidnapped and ridicules his fellow criminals because the only games they know are darts and pontoon. That upwardly mobile, class-conscious villian is the only thing that sounds like Bill James in the movie.

June 01, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

That upwardly mobile villain may have been that embryo that grew into Panicking Ralph Ember.

A good accent is among life's pleasures. After a Crimefest surrounding by Glaswegians, I spent three days in York. The seething mass of American drawls and twangs and giggles at the airport for the return flight, and nervous soliloquies (from the young) in which every third word is "like," are always depressing reminders that my journey is ending.

June 01, 2012  
Blogger Susan said...

Thanks for the York pictures, I lived there for a year a decade ago, and still miss it! I like your York Minster at night picture too. The statues are fun, aren't they? I hope you enjoy your visit there! please post more pictures.....

June 01, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Thanks. I'll look for more pictures, including a row of 696-year-old houses (now shops).

June 01, 2012  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Those little sculptures must have provideed visual entertainment for bored priests and other officials during tedious meetings.

June 02, 2012  

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