Showing posts with label Pig Iron. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pig Iron. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 January 2013

A bumper year for the Moose

A version of this post first appeared in the Yorkshire Post on 28/12/12

2012 was a year in which whips and handcuffs played a major role, not merely in trying to secure an overdraft from my bank manager.  It was the year of EL James and ‘Fifty Shades of Grey,’ and the role Bluemoose Books played in this worldwide phenomenon. 

Publishing is fickle and when the royally related contours of one’s buttocks can secure a £400,000 advance for Pippa Middleton, I decided it wasn’t enough just to publish great stories from here in Hebden Bridge but to jump onto the bandwagon that was ‘erotica.’  So I sent off a press release to The Bookseller magazine and told them Bluemoose Books had secured the worldwide rights to the unauthorised biography of Christian Grey.  They published the story and also put it up onto their website. Within an hour I had 19 European publishers asking to buy rights, a literary agent from Warner Bros and Simon and Schuster, one of the biggest publishers in the world wanted to acquire North American rights.  The world had gone mad.  One problem, we didn’t have a book. In fact nobody at Moose Towers had read Fifty Shades.  Hetha bought it and read it on the train going down to London whilst texting the outline of the story to one of our authors who fired off the first three chapters in an afternoon.  The publishers and Hollywood were delighted.  Now given the global interest, the print run would be in the 100’000’s.  We didn’t have the cash; neither did the bank manager who was still trussed up after a previous visit.  I contacted a major publisher.  Fifteen minutes later I got a phone call from the publisher stating that corporate lawyers from EL James’s publishers Random House in New York plus her agent were sharpening their quills, donning their horse hair wigs, ready to fire off letters to Bluemoose Books ordering me to desist immediately.  The litigious vultures were circling. Apparently it was ‘passing off,’ i.e. copyright infringement.  My dream of untold wealth had been scuppered and I didn’t even have a royally related backside to fall back on.

However, the reason I re-mortgaged the house in the first place was to publish great stories.  This year we have sold rights to three of our books to Russia, Hungary and Bulgaria.  FALLING THROUGH CLOUDS by Anna Chilvers came out in Russia this October, and KING CROW by Bradford writer Michael Stewart is published in Russia and Bulgaria next year followed by Hungary in 2014.  GABRIEL’S ANGEL by Mark Radcliffe is published in Russia next year too.  We had a national review in one of the broadsheets, The Guardian for PIG IRON by Benjamin Myers, a brilliant young writer whose book is being read by Hollywood as I type.  It is a truly remarkable story of a traveller who hasn’t travelled; a young man fighting for his surname and his very survival.  We are also in negotiations with one of the world’s biggest TV/Film producers regarding STOP DON’T READ THIS by Leonora Rustamova and Stephen Clayton’s debut novel THE ART OF BEING DEAD is now a set text on the Leeds Metropolitan University MA English Literature course.  All of our titles are now available on KINDLE and the ebook is transforming the industry.  Our authors continue to attend book clubs, library events and festivals and although the world didn't end on 21st December, Bluemoose published a dystopian novel called NOD by Adrian Barnes, a Canadian author being compared to the great John Wyndham.

Books are transformative and here at Bluemoose we’re publishing stories that are travelling across the border into Lancashire, down to London and around the world.  We’ve proved you don’t have to be in London to succeed.  Dr. Johnson was wrong; I tired of London and found the landscape of Yorkshire far more conducive to publish terrific stories and post deluvian life in Hebden is wonderful.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Big Issue in the North bonanza

We've been really lucky this month with coverage of our books and authors in The Big Issue in the North.  

In their Shelf Space section they asked some leading authors to recommend their favourite reads.  Amongst the authors are two of our very own, Benjamin Myers and Michael Stewart.  Both Pig Iron and NOD get a mention in this article.  It's also available to read online here:


In the magazine itself there is a Q&A with our Canadian author Adrian Barnes.  Why not make a vendor's day and buy a copy?

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Not the Booker - time to vote!

It's got to that time when we need all our loyal followers and readers to pull out all the stops and vote for PIG IRON by Benjamin Myers to win the Guardian's Not the Booker Prize.  The man needs a new mug, so come on guys, fingertips at the ready...full instructions here http://gu.com/p/3aqn5
Winner announced on 15th October.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Not the Booker Prize Review

After a nervous wait of a few weeks, we're really pleased with the review for Pig Iron by Benjamin Myers for The Guardian's Not the Booker Prize. We've added it as it appears on The Guardian Website, written by Sam Jordison.  Read the original here: http://gu.com/p/3afkm 


Not the Booker prize 2012: Pig Iron by Ben Myers

A compulsive tale of a big-hearted north country man contending with many blows, both literal and metaphoric


Since the Not The Booker prize is all about openness, I think you should know right away that I like Ben Myers. Is this a conflict of interest? Arguably. But if it is a conflict, it's one that is played out across the books pages every day. The only difference here is that I'm being honest about it.
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As I'm sure you already realise, friends review friends all the time. And if they didn't, literary journalism would have a few problems. Reviewers often become chummy with the people they write about. It's human nature. I became a reviewer because I like books; it follows that I'll probably also like a few of the writers of those books. Should I then refuse to read their books because of that affection? Well, we can have it out in the comments, but first, a bit more explanation:
I first came into contact with Ben years ago, because I liked his sweary prose, as this article (containing the wonderful question "Has anyone ever seen an e-book?") witnesses. I read Ben before I knew him. But since then, we've regularly corresponded, met once, and frequently laughed at slowed down versions of Metallica songs on Facebook. Does this alter the way I'm going to review Pig Iron? Possibly. The thing that gives me pause is wondering whether I'd have been able to write a review for Pig Iron like the one I wrote for Paint This Town Red. I think it would have been difficult. Perhaps I'd have managed it. Perhaps …
Happily, I didn't have to explore that dilemma this time around. I liked the book. And I don't think knowing Ben has influenced my opinion. Not too much, anyway. Maybe I warmed to it more quickly than I might have otherwise. Possibly, also, I felt extra pangs of sympathy because John-John Wisdom, the unfortunate main narrator, is a weird short northerner who's fond of Jack Russell terriers and therefore reminded me of Ben himself. But it was the writing that mattered. The writing.
One more quick personal note before I finally stop talking about myself. I spent part of my early childhood in County Durham, not so far from John-John's home in Pig Iron, and Myers' prose, rich in "mebbes" and "marrers", "nees" and "nowts", "haways" and "shite", tickled my memory. Importantly, it seemed real. John-John and his co-narrator (whom I can't name, since to do so would give away one of the book's successful surprises) speak in a stylised and sometimes strange way: "And that was when I got the weakness on me and I did faint." But it never seems forced or inauthentic.
Better still, I barely registered the unusual voice, after a while. It became part of the texture of John-John's world. Every now and again I was conscious of an appealing bit of yakka: "I've shat bigger jobbies than that lad." Also, a few lovely rhythms: "He began to treat me differently. I was a mother now. A mother who had endured one miscarriage and two births. I was a body that fetched the water and gathered the wood and kept the fires going and cleaned the clothes and the van and scolded the kids and kissed them better and worried about her husband when he disappeared for nights and days." Most of the time, though, I was too immersed in the story to notice what was happening on the surface.
It's hard not to make this story sound like a cross between Snatch andFight Club. John-John is the son of the bare-knuckle King of the Gypsies, Mac Wisdom, whose life we hear about in retrospect from the second narrator, and whose influence weighs heavy on the protagonist as he attempts to rebuild his life after a long stretch in jail. But there's no Brad Pitt here. No Hollywood. John-John's world is ugly. The fighting isn't about pleasure. Or even escape. It's just savage men knocking bells out of each other: blood, guts and pain described in visceral detail:
Mackem's neck tasted warm and bitter and metallic… I loosened for a second then went at him again, nearly dislocating me bloody jaw. There was a crunching sound and me teeth nearly met in the middle and I must have hit some veins or summat because the blood started pouring out of his neck. Human flesh doesn't tear easily. It's noisy stuff.
Things aren't much prettier for John-John when he isn't scrapping. He's forced to live in a pokey, ugly flat on a dangerous estate, where he knows next to no one, and is hounded by a gang of "charvers" whose charm is well-demonstrated in their leader's announcement that "I'll put you in the fucking ovens where you and your lot belong."
Even so, there are moments of relief. John-John is consistently amusing, a master of the sardonic aside ("'I bet you like hearing the old tales, lad'. Like a punch in the cock, I'm muttering.") He's also big-hearted and warm. Some of the book's best passages come in the descriptions of the quiet fun John-John has tootling around the countryside ("the green cathedral") in an ice-cream van, falling in love with a very unsuitable local girl and fussing over his pet dog Coughdrop. John-John is a winning presence. And of course, that makes his catalogue of misfortunes and persecution all the more upsetting; his attempts to right those many wrongs all the more gripping.
Caught up as I was, I did wonder sometimes if Myers pushed things too far. Towards the end, especially, things went a bit nuts. Imagine Hunger Games with an uglier cast, genuine violence and less chance of redemption – but also fewer loud bangs to distract you from the essential daftness. Now and again, I had doubts, but was always carried through by John-John's force of personality and righteous anger at his and Coughdrop's oppressors. What's more, just when I thought things were about to go right over the top, Myers swerved away gracefully. The ending came in a sudden flash of gold and beauty. To say more would be to give it away; suffice to say, you'll like it when you get there and it's a journey worth making. This is another quality entrant on our shortlist.


Thursday, 6 September 2012

Not the Booker Prize Nomination

Can we possibly do it two years in a row?

Pig Iron by Benjamin Myers has been shortlisted for the 2012 Not the Booker Prize run by The Guardian.  We had outstanding success with this prize last year when our book, King Crow by Michael Stewart, won the prestigious mug/trophy.  Here is the full list of shortlisted books:


The Notable Brain Of Maximilian Ponder by JW Ironmonger

Paint The Town Red by AJ Kirby
Life! Death! Prizes! by Stephen May
Tales From The Mall by Ewan Morrison
Pig Iron by Ben Myers
The Revelations by Alex Preston
The Casablanca Case by Simon Swift


One of the books is reviewed each week and at the end of the process voting is opened to Guardian readers who have previously left a review of the book they are voting for.  We're not yet sure when voting will start, but will keep you up to date.  The winner is announced on 15th October.


Pig Iron is due to be reviewed some time during the week commencing 17th September.  Watch this space for more information.


Read more here at The Guardian's Not the Booker Prize page

Big thanks must go to all our readers and supporters of Bluemoose Books who took the trouble and time to vote Pig Iron onto the shortlist.  It would be amazing to win this prize again, a great feat for a small publisher like us, but let's be honest, it is a fabulous book, even if we say so ourselves!!

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Pig Iron by Benjamin Myers

Pig Iron by Benjamin Myers was published at the end of May and has had a great response from critics and readers alike.  For an outline of the story see our previous post below.  Here's a flavour of some of the write ups the book has received.  For a full list of press cuttings go to our page Publicity about our Books

"Myers's poetic vernacular brims with that quality most sadly lost in the Thatcher years – humanity." 

Cathi Unsworth in The Guardian

"This is yet another singular portrait of an outsider from Myers. And delivered through authentic characterisation, a monstrously compelling plot, and frequent humour – a rare combination of such successfully crafted elements – Pig Iron deserves to find itself on many a reading list, if not the National Curriculum."

Declan Tan for 3:am Magazine

"Benjamin Myers’s influences are clear — David Peace’s northern brutalism is evident and there are suggestions of Salinger and Golding but Pig Iron’s savage vision is his alone.  Pig Iron is an utterly compelling book because the twin desolations of blighted sink estate culture and the emotional alienation of the main character are evoked unrelentingly and the grim conclusion is almost inevitable." 

Steve Ely for Morning Star