Monthly Archives: November 2011

Have the last word… and you did!

As you may know by now, the winners of our first major competition have been announced! Our chosen author of the competition, award-winning crime writer Mark Billlingham, selected from a “wealth of untapped writing talent”, three authors which he deemed had completed worthy finishes to the specially-written story he had created for Hive. Hundreds of entries were sent into us and the standard was very, very high indeed. Three more winning entries for the stories with the largest public votes were also awarded prizes too.

If you want to read the triumphant entries, you can do so here: http://www.havethelastword.co.uk/ and click on the individual tabs to read their winning words. As ever if you keep following us on Facebook and Twitter, you’ll be the first to know about our next amazing competitions! Also a quick thank you to Mark too for being our selected author for the competition.

And also I will take this opportunity to highlight as well three great independent bookshops that are currently showing their support for Hive and independent bookselling via the Guardian; London’s Dulwich Books and Tales on Moon Lane, and Castle Hill Bookshop in North Yorkshire. Each of these three shops all have their own recommended-for-Christmas pages on Hive, and by clicking on their names above you will be able to go straight to them and see what they have personally chosen. We will be having one more bookshop joining the fray very soon, University Bookseller in Plymouth. Each bookshop has taken part in an online question and answer session about books & independent bookselling for us via the Guardian over the past two weeks, with Dulwich Books to take the next spotlight this very Friday at 1pm. If you want to join the session, you are more than welcome to here and ask Dulwich Books what they are recommending for Christmas, or indeed anytime you wish to buy… for anyone. This is great exposure for our beloved independent bookshops and we here at Hive are very excited that these shops and the Guardian have agreed to take part; now let’s do our bit by keeping them where we want them – on our high streets.

Block rockin’ beats!

"But why is the Lego always gone?!"

I can’t resist anything to do with Lego; I have been a huge fan of since before I learned to talk, and some thirty odd years later, nothing has changed and my love for the small, coloured, humble Danish bricks has not flickered out. Over the years it has been very interesting to see how Lego has changed and grown, and indeed, how it has had to in order to remain competitive and interesting against the might of computer consoles, social media and the other toys which children desire every birthday and Christmas.

There are of course some people out there who take Lego’s versatility to a whole new level. Unofficially, fans of the small brick have built cars, furniture and even houses purely out of Lego, just to show how limitless its possibilities are of which no-one knew it had.

I however am not that adventurous; sadly not having the time nor the resources to build my own Taj Mahal. I did make the Bat Cave once, though. But the reason for this article is I wanted to show you just how customisable Lego minifigs can be, not just the bricks themselves. I came across this snippet online where various iconic film characters had been recreated in Lego, though ashamedly I have to admit I didn’t guess them all. Perhaps you can?

http://movies.uk.msn.com/lego-artist-creates-lego-movie-characters

And if you find this piece bringing back a few memories, check out the Lego feature we have done for Christmas gifts here, and make sure the Lego fan in your life – or even if it’s you – is kept happy this Christmas with our superb range of fabulous Lego tie-in books.

“Snowy, look at this…”

The film poster of Tintin & the Secret of the Unicorn

And so I finally went to see Tintin and the Secret of the Unicorn a few days ago at my local multiplex. Aw, though. Remember the days when they were called multiplexes? See, I like that word. “Oh yes, we saw such-and-such-a-film at our local multiplex…” and then suddenly we’re all back in the 50s and eating Eskimo Pie at the Frosty Palace.

However I digress. Back to Tintin. The thing that struck me the most about the prospect of a brand-new live action – sorry, *coughs* “motion capture” – Tintin film was, if this takes off, are they going to actually film all twenty-four albums? Surely that’s James-Bond level of franchise there. Well that was answered to some extent whilst watching the Secret of the Unicorn, as the film very cleverly integrates storylines from not one, not the sequel of that one, but three Tintin albums in one move. In this film the plots and events from the Secret of the Unicorn were woven in with the afore-mention’s sequel, Red Rackham’s Treasure, and parts of the Crab With the Golden Claws, in which the boy journalist meets the affable but drunken Captain Archibald Haddock – presumably thrown in for good measure, and to make sure we see the moment when Tintin meets Haddock. For me, this worked beautifully. I couldn’t see any seams as the three stories were gloriously sewn together to great one story, back story and conclusion which was centred around Captain Haddock’s ancestor, Sir Francis Haddock, and the mystery of the three models of the Unicorn ship that Sire Francis had hidden clues in about the location of his plunder from his days on the sea.

A good proportion of the film’s puzzles and comedy moments came from Tintin’s faithful terrier Snowy, who let’s face it, how many clues would be left unseen in the Tintin books if it hadn’t been for the small, quick-witted dog. I was pleased to see that Snowy – or Milou, if you will in French – was given a lot of screen time and was not just filler or some kind of comedy side-kick. And while the characters of the film looked nothing like the actors who were playing them – there was no trace whatsoever except for voice that Daniel Craig was playing the malevolent Mr. Sakharine and his ancestor/ Sir Haddock’s arch-nemesis Red Rackham – you couldn’t argue that the animations of the characters and the sets were just stunning. This is a whole new level of animation right here; Spielberg as he always does, raising the bar in filmmaking. He did it with E.T. He did it with Jurassic Park. He’s done it again now with Tintin.

The energy of the plot and story never seemed to stop; after watching the plane crash-landing scene in the Sahara Dessert I did think I had just dismounted from a rollercoaster, it was just that epic to be that drawn into the action and pace of a film. I didn’t see it in 3D either, this medium has yet to win my affection, so watching it in 2D was just a joy to behold. I had sincere reservations about the prospect of a live action… sorry, I’ve done it again, motion capture – film of the Tintin albums; the thought that my beloved 2D cartoons could not take off or be a cinematic success worried me and may tarnish Herge’s legacy. Not everything Messieurs Spielberg and Jackson have done have been successful. We know that. But I think they can rest happily now knowing that this has certainly been well-received and loved, even if it’s just cynically from the box office figures. Young Billy Elliot-star Jamie Bell played Tintin wonderfully and full of passion and thirst for discovering the truth about the mystery of the three Unicorns, keeping his English accent for Tintin. Purists could argue that Tintin should have a Belgian accent and therefore would be speaking in French, his mother tongue, and wouldn’t actually be speaking in English at all. Methinks the box office would doth protest at this, so let’s just keep him English. Simon Pegg and Nick Frost fans should’ve enjoyed their turns as the bumbling and accident-prone Interpol detectives, Thompson and Thomson. Believe it or not, I could actually tell which one played which. It was also from my personal point of view very exciting to see the Milanese Nightingale herself, Bianca Castafiore, Herge’s ironic ode to opera diva-of-yore Maria Callas, in the film too. Believe me her voice is the deadliest weapon of them all. I also defy you not to fall in love, at the very least, with the undeniably-French and quirky animated opening titles, as well!

It seems I had nothing to worry about, but when you’re such a fan of something and the prospect of what you’ve loved is about to be changed, reservations and trepidations are permitted. Look at The Smurfs.

A cat’s entitled to expect these evidences of respect.

See, this is the thing. I love – like your good selves – reading. I also – and some of you may not here – love cats. In the words of the late, great Freddie Mercury, I don’t do children, I do cats.

You know when you sit down to read, and there’s a cat in the room, it’s in their DNA to come and sit on your lap whilst you read. Some felines might albeit uncharacteristically realise the ‘personal space’ boundary, though if your cat is anything like mine, then he will literally nest himself down on your collarbones so your head is at a permanent forty-five degree angle in an attempt to a) let you know he’s there and b) put that book down because I am more important, minion.

To my absolute joy, I discovered a snippet online about several independent bookstores in Manhattan, New York, where the primary public lure of the shops are not the offers, selections or non-book products they may have, but the resident moggies which adorn the bookshelves and have people going in “just to pet the cat for one or two hours.” I would love that amount of time to sit and pet my cat for one or two hours, and I’m sure he would too, but the mere idea that you can go into a beautiful, quirky independent New York bookshop and stroke/ adore/ be a chair to a bookstore cat is enough to make me want to blow my savings on another trip to New York just to do this. Would it be a bit pretentious to go into one of these stores and read a copy of Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats whilst sitting with the bookstore feline on your lap? Even if it is, pour me a hot latte and I’ll be there in a New York minute.

The combined series 1 & 2 is due out on DVD & Blu-ray in two weeks.

Springing to mind upon reading this was the latest episode of An Idiot Abroad 2, the new series from Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant, where they send not-as-stupid-as-he-sounds Karl Pilkington around the world to fulfil other people’s bucket list dreams. Last week saw him climb Mount Fuji, but before he did, Ricky and Steve sent him to one of the most popular past times favoured by locals in Tokyo, cat cafés. Karl, with his cup of tea, sat in shock in a café where you paid a fee to drink a hot beverage in the company of many assorted pedigree felines. Such a reality was beyond him; just how far people will take their love of cats to this whole new level was lost on him. I think this is a great concept and although it might be considered a bit pricey, the idea that you could pay to sit in a quiet, calm and relaxing room with lots of cats going about their business while the modern metropolis bubbled along outside fills me with a great feline-infused serenity. Might have to make a quick detour to Tokyo on my imaginary-next-trip to NYC.

The recipe book is imminent...

And so they didn’t tawt they taw a puddy-tat, but they certainly saw their eggs being stolen by those nasty, annoyingly smug-looking green pigs. I am of course referring to the absolute behemoth-success that is Angry Birds. One would seriously need to have been residing on the moon to avoid the impact Angry Birds has had on modern gaming culture and the simplistic, addictive and colourful game shows no signs of its wings being clipped as this week an announcement was made that our Angry Birds-addiction is going to be further fuelled by the release of a movie version of the game in 2015. How might that go? What kind of animation will it be? What about voices? Will they be famous? And the plot? Who knows. One thing’s for certain, you won’t be able to move for more Angry Birds madness and I for one, can’t wait. Wheeeeeee! Three stars!

Hopefully a few blogs ago you will remember I posted a feature about a small map whereby book-lovers could learn via those clever peoples at the Guardian where the best independent bookshops are in the UK. Totally interactive, it showed you the best indies and where they are, and you can add your own submissions and post reviews of your shopping experiences on it for others to see. In a similar vein, if you hop over to www.bookdrum.com/maps.html you will see that an interactive world map, powered by Google earth, has been devised with map pins in to show places where popular novels have been set. There are 150 profiles of well-known books already on the map, and if you can’t see your favourite novel on there you can let the good folk at Book Drum know what you would like added and they will do it for you. Have a look and a good scroll; it’s very interesting to learn more about the locations and inspirations of your favourite novels. You can click on any of the book titles, and a separate window will pop up telling you information on the book itself and its connection to that place. Fantastic.

The original film with Dolly Parton & Burt Reynolds.

On Saturday night I ventured up to London to see a very low-key but intimate performance of The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas at the Union Theatre in Southwark. Intimate it was; I had never been to this theatre before and so was surprised and very pleasantly pleased to see that there was in fact no stage in the room; the actors performed directly a few feet in front of the audience. (I took the opportunity and sat in the front row, with many of the props just a couple of arm’s lengths away). The show was an adaptation of the Dolly Parton and Burt Reynolds 1982 musical film of the same name, about the unorthodox goings-on in a brothel called the Chicken Ranch situated in Gilbert, Texas, and when it is threatened with closure by the authorities incited by the propaganda of a local God-fearing radio DJ. Its tart-with-a-heart owner, Miss Mona, originally immortalised by the fabulous Dolly, was cast here for stage by the exquisite and highly-underrated Sarah Lark, a Welsh actress who is no stranger to the West End and finalist from BBC1′s search-for-a-Nancy I’d Do Anything. It was only a small cast, the female majority of which acted and sang in their undergarments for most of the show. For a very small production I absolutely loved it. Some of the cast had come from West-End backgrounds too and in a theatre and room as small as this one you were thoroughly treated at such close view at how powerful the voices of the cast were, enabling you to truly appreciate the skills of acting and dancing close-up. What an absolute rhinestone of a gem this little show was.

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