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Deluded – the music

Posted on 12 November 2017 by Lynn Steinson

DELUDED, the gripping psychological thriller.

Available now on Amazon.co.uk

Music has always been with me.

Radio, records, cassettes, CDs, MP3, streaming have all been part of the soundtrack to my life, and that of the characters in DELUDED, too. If you have the Spotify app you can listen to the tracks which headline each chapter by clicking this link DELUDED PLAYLIST. The full list is here, crediting the composers and performers.

Cry me a river, Arthur Hamilton, performed by Michael Bublé

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Oasis. Don’t look back in Anger

STANDING IN THE SHADOWS OF LOVE, Holland-Dozier-Holland, performed by The Four Tops

One step beyond, Prince Buster, performed by Madness

Games people play, Joe South, performed by Joe South

Just to see her, Jimmy George and Lou Pardini, performed by Smokey Robinson

The prettiest star, David Bowie and Mick Ronson, performed by David Bowie and the Spiders from Mars

Stuck in a moment you can’t get out of, Bono and The Edge, performed by U2

PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS, Mark Knopfler, performed by Dire Straits

Charles and Eddie. Would I lie to you?

Would I lie to you? Mike Leeson and Peter Vale, performed by Charles and Eddie

We’re all alone, Boz Scaggs, performed by Rita Coolidge

Don’t let go, Ivan Matias, Andrea Martin, Marqueze Etheridge, performed by Strong Asian Mothers

Hanging on the telephone, Jack Lee, performed by Blondie

Don’t look back in anger, Noel Gallagher, performed by Oasis

Heroes and villains, Brian Wilson, Van Dyke Parks, performed by The Beach Boys

Secret love, Sammy Fain, Paul Francis Webster, performed by Kathy Kirby

Ashes to ashes, David Bowie, performed by David Bowie

Do you really want to hurt me? Boy George, performed by Culture Club

Strong Asian Mothers. Don’t Let Go

THE WAY WE WERE, Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman and Marvin Hamlisch, performed by Gladys Knight and the Pips

Take on me, Magne Furuholmen, Morten Harket, Pâl Waaktaar, performed by a-ha

I really didn’t mean it, Luther Vandross, Marcus Miller, performed by Luther Vandross

Man in the mirror, Michael Jackson, performed by Michael Jackson

It’s in his kiss, Rudy Clark, performed by Linda Lewis

Patience, Take That, performed by Take That

Queen bitch, David Bowie, performed by David Bowie and the Spiders from Mars

Love will tear us apart, Ian Curtis, performed by Joy Division

Debbie Harry. Hanging on the telephone.

REQUIEM, Guiseppe Verdi, performed by Lynne Dawson and the BBC Singers

Don’t dream it’s over, Neil Finn, performed by Crowded House

Suspicious minds, Mark James, performed by Fine Young Cannibals

Watch that man, David Bowie, performed by David Bowie and the Spiders from Mars

Love that girl, Raphael Saadiq, performed by Raphael Saadiq

Say it isn’t so, Daryl Hall, performed by Daryl Hall and John Oates

(What’s the story) morning glory? Noel Gallagher, performed by Oasis

Into the valley, Richard Jobson, performed by The Skids

Fool (if you think it’s over), Chris Rea, performed by Elkie Brooks

Make you feel my love, Bob Dylan, performed by Bob Dylan

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A roam around my books 7 – studying the historian

Posted on 19 August 2017 by Lynn Steinson

I often use Wikipedia, but a search for its entry on “history” reminds me how dangerous that lazy habit can be. History is “the study of the past as it is described in written documents”. Really? Even a check of the sources referenced in the piece do not support that argument. History is the study of the past, certainly. However, it’s evidence is found not just in written documents, but buried in landscapes, engraved in buildings, in the brushstrokes on canvases, in the verses of rhymes, the taped reminiscences of ordinary folk and so on.

To quote E.H. Carr, “Study the historian before you study the facts…by and large the historian will get the kind of facts he wants. History means interpretation”. The history books I have assembled on my book shelves inevitably say a lot about me, although rather an incomplete portrait, as many books are absent, discarded after being read.

The amber brackenish fells, bleating Herdwick sheep, dancing daffodils and rushing waterfalls inspired the Lakeland poets, and me. My first book on the Wordsworths was bought in Grasmere to pass a rainy day when the there was a low mist. My fascination for the intersecting lives of the Wordsworths, Hutchinsons, Coleridges, Southeys and De Quinceys has resulted in a small collection of books on the romantic poets and their families. My latest acquisition, Kathleen Jones’ “A Passionate Sisterhood” entertained me over Christmas in Ambleside. A good read.

A later fascination with the radical movements of late eighteenth century England, and the north-west in particular, added new tomes to the bookshelves. Anti-slavery was then at the centre of radical agitation. Those prominent in the fight for parliamentary reform, like Mancunian merchant Thomas Walker, were also prominent in the campaign against the slave trade, organising petitions and sugar boycotts. Walker and Thomas Clarkson were both outspoken in their initial support for the French Revolution and, as the situation in France turned bloody in 1793, both were tainted with the label of “Jacobin” which signified traitor. Facing condemnation at home as supporters of the revolution they were surely tormented by the brutal deaths of fellow radical thinkers like the Saint Domingue Deputy of Colour, Vincent Oge, and Brissot the Girondin whom Clarkson had met in Paris during the heady early days of the revolution.

Financial ruin and threats of violence hung over both men and their families. In 1792 Walker had defended his home and warehouse from being pulled down by King and Country mobs. Rumours of his treacherous activities circulated the following year. Clarkson made a covert visit to Manchester in November 1793 to support him. Both men, their health poor, considered emigrating to America, like fellow agitators Thomas Cooper and Joseph Priestley, but stayed. Walker was tried the following year for conspiracy to commit treason, the trial was abandoned and he escaped the very real threat of the hangman’s noose, but he was financially ruined and his commercial reputation was in tatters.

To my surprise I found that Thomas and Catherine Clarkson were lying low in the Lake District sipping tea with William and Dorothy Wordsworth and Samuel Coleridge in 1799, during an eight year break from anti-slavery agitation. They had moved to Pooley Bridge at Ullswater in 1796.

Clarkson lived to see the end of the slave trade and slavery in the British colonies but had to defend his own historical legacy when William Wilberforce’s sons wrote a biography which deliberately set out to belittle Clarkson’s role in the anti-slavery movement. To quote Marx,

“Men make their own history, but they do not make it just as they please; they do not make it under circumstances chosen by themselves, but under circumstances directly encountered, given, and transmitted from the past”

and, I would argue, they cannot influence how that history is retold to future generations.

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A roam around my books 6 – the die is cast.

Posted on 16 August 2017 by Lynn Steinson

My academic books were purged shortly after my finals and the losers traded at the university book mart. The survivors, including those which have never been opened in the intervening years, have not been threatened since. They are pillars of my bookcase, as safe as the fading photographs in rarely opened albums, repositories of memories created decades ago. I often see them on the shelves of university contemporaries, representatives of our shared student experience.

Some language books have sneaked alongside the text books, a reminder of an alternate life path which was scuppered when I had just turned seventeen. At the time I had mastered Corneille, Molière and Henri Troyat’s existentialist roman, La Tête sur les Épaules, all in their original French. I needed a good grade to read languages. French and Italian would have been my choice. I knocked on the staff-room door and asked Mrs Harrison if she thought I would get a B in French at A level. “No.” And so the die was cast. I applied for social sciences on my UCCA form.

I did get a B in French and over the years have attempted to learn Italian and German on many occasions. The older I get, the more difficult it becomes, and I seem to default to French whenever my brain is telling me to speak Italian or German. I probably accepted my French teacher’s assessment too quickly. Although I was torn between my love of languages and passionate interest in politics, I suspect I readily accepted her judgement because of fear. I can still remember the trepidation I would have felt as I imagined leaving my yet-to-be-made new university friends to spend a year in a foreign country as part of the mid-course year abroad which all language students took. I would have conjured up an image of a lonely garret in a world where everyone else knew and understood each other.

Before the Internet and Facebook leaving school at 18 was a daunting prospect. I still have a horde of letters I received from old school friends written from their colleges around the country in our first year away. Certainly we all found new circles of friends very quickly, eased into adulthood by a benign college or university environment. I’m not sure if subsequent letters were destroyed, but I suspect by the second year we no longer felt the need to spend hours writing letters to school friends when we could be drinking coffee with new friends, or perhaps trying to interpret Marx, Marcuse and Gramsci was taking up too much of my time.

The book that stands out for me is Erving Goffman’s ‘The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life”. This has been re-read since university, and many times. Goffman analyses social encounters from a dramaturgical perspective. We are all players on the social stage. Back stage we rehearse our front stage performance. Here we are alone, our authentic selves. On the front stage the actor uses impression management tools to manipulate the audience, to present an image, a pattern of behaviour that is contrived to achieve a goal. The argument in the book influenced my novel, the psychological thriller, “Deluded”.

PERFORMANCES

BELIEF IN THE PART ONE IS PLAYING

When an individual plays a part he implicitly requests his observers to take seriously the impression that is fostered before them. They are asked to believe that the character they see actually possesses the attributes he appears to possess, that the task he performs will have the consequences that are implicitly claimed for it, and that, in general, matters are what they appear to be. In line with this, there is the popular view that the individual offers his performance and puts on his show ‘for the benefit of other people.’ It will be convenient to begin a consideration of performances by turning the question around and looking at the individual’s own belief in the impression of reality that he attempts to engender in those among whom he finds himself.

At one extreme, we find that the performer can be fully taken in by his own act; he can be sincerely convinced that the impression of reality which he stages is the real reality. When his audience is also convinced in this way about the show he puts on – and this seems to be the typical case – then for the moment, anyway, only the sociologist or the socially disgruntled will have any doubts about the ‘realness’ of what is presented.

At the other extreme, we find that the performer may not be taken in at all by his own routine. This possibility is understandable, since no one is in quite as good an observational position to see through the act as the person who puts it on. Coupled with this, the performer may be moved to guide the conviction of his audience only as a means to other ends, having no ultimate concern in the conception that they have of him or of the situation. When the individual has no belief in his own act and no ultimate concern with the beliefs of his audience, we may call him cynical, reserving the term sincere for individuals who believe in the impression fostered by their own performance. It should be understood that the cynic, with all his professional disinvolvement, may obtain unprofessional pleasures from his masquerade, experiencing a kind of gleeful spiritual aggression from the fact that he can toy at will with something his audience must take seriously.

It is not assumed, of course, that all cynical performers are interested in deluding their audiences for purposes of what is called ‘self-interest’ or private gain. A cynical individual may delude his audience for what he considers to be their own good, or for the good of the community, etc.

Erving Goffman, The Presentation of Everyday Life, Pelican 1974, p 28-29

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My Desert Island Discs

Posted on 30 August 2016 by Lynn Steinson

It’s ten years since I last compiled my desert island discs. It began as a dinner party game and then some close friends created a CD for my birthday. A thoughtful gift. I would happily listen to them all on my desert island but, after a decade, I thought it was time to review my choices. I think you are only allowed eight, although I chose ten last time. The choice is going to be tough.

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Desert Island Discs 2006

David Bowie has to be on my list. He performed at two of the best concerts I’ve ever seen, at Preston Guild Hall and Newcastle. Although this was mainly because he is an incredible, charismatic performer, it was also because I was actually close to him. This was in the days before stadium gigs and video screens, when you could run to the front of the hall and kid yourself he was looking at you.It was going to be Drive in Saturday off the Aladdin Sane album but a last minute change of heart means my first choice is Life on Mars. It reminds me of sixth form college and the years just before we all left for various universities and colleges around the country. There’s always a frisson of excitement when I hear it. Pity all those years can’t come back.

David Bowie,Life on Mars

Pharrell Williams is the most contemporary artist on my list, although the track I’ve chosen is from the nineties when he was with N.E.R.D. I think his video with Robin Thicke for Blurred Lines became as notorious as The Stranglers’ performance with strippers in the seventies. I seem to recall being conflicted, then. I was annoyed that the Students’ Union had banned The Stranglers from playing Langwith, although at the same time outraged by the band’s attitude to women. I saw Hugh Cornwell at Glastonbury a few years ago playing with an excellent young female guitarist. There were just the two of them. How things change. I think student unions banned Blurred Lines from being played on campuses but it hasn’t harmed Pharrell’s success. It was a good strategy to write a child-friendly feel-good song by way of redemption, I guess. Last time I chose White Lines and Rapper’s delight, this time I’ve chosen Rock Star, as my hip hop track of choice. He did a great version with Shay Haley of N.E.R.D at the Manchester Arena last year.

N.E.R.D, Rock Star

Ray Davies with the cast of Sunny Afternoon

I had to reject Start Me Up because I have heard it played at Trump rallies and I really do not want to have any memories stirred of that vile man while I am on my island. I’m sure it’s no more The Stones’ fault than it is Mick Jagger’s responsibility that his ex-wife has married Rupert Murdoch, but I just don’t want to be reminded. Tumbling Dice reminds me of many Langwith discos but it is going to be passed over in favour of fellow Londoners, The Kinks, and You Really Got Me. I remember this from the first time round and still have the album ‘The Well Respected Kinks” although it jumps along now. It has travelled well in time and still excites in Davies’ musical Sunny Afternoon.

Kinks, You Really Got Me

I have seen the tribute band Doors Alive many times over the last eight years (fourteen to be precise). Their front man Willy Scott, whose impression of Jim Morrison was so mesmerising, has now left. I guess it’s hard to keep a tribute band going when you are older than the lead singer was when he died. I think my enthusiasm for the band has waned too. So I think I will leave The Doors out this time. Instead there’s a band that represents all things Mancunian to me. Oasis’ music is played at every Manchester City home match. It’s a difficult choice to make when there are so many good songs which stir up some great memories, but I think it will be Don’t Look Back In Anger as my fourth record. Noel Gallagher wrote it in just 15 minutes.

Oasis, Don’t Look Back In Anger

I still love the Marvyn Gaye and Tammy Terrell song, You’re All I Need To Get By. They really sound like they mean it, but I’m going to replace this track with a Beatles’ song. I remember being in Cuba sometime during the 90s. Paul McCartney had been there a month before on holiday. Unfortunately this meant some of the musicians in Santiago de Cuba had to be cajoled into playing traditional Cuban music instead of Yesterday. In Camagüey I remember watching a local guy playing a copy of the White Album on the roof terrace of a café. He was holding the record cover as if it was sacred. He had a look of rapture on his face, and he kept looking at me as if to say, ‘Isn’t this just amazing?’ I guess Cuba got Beatlemania 30 years after most of the world. In My Life, sung by John Lennon is my fifth choice. It seems to sum up my life up as well. Probably everyone’s.

The Beatles, In My Life

I like to listen to local music when I travel. Unfortunately my visit to Ali Farque Toure’s café on the banks of the River Niger in Mali took place some months after he died. I don’t actually remember hearing much music being played in Mali so I discovered most of it in Manchester. I saw an amazing concert by electronic Kora players, Ba Cissiko. Africa Express, a tour of artists from the continent put together my Daman Albarne, a few years ago was an incredible night. The album Mali Music, which he collaborated on, is magical. My sixth choice, however, is from East Africa. Teddy Afro singing Menelik from the album Tikur Sew. It is about King Menelik who fought and beat the Italians in the nineteenth century. Ethiopia is the only African state that has not been colonised, a fascinating place. I came across this song when I was putting together a slide show of my Ethiopian holiday photographs and was searching for atmospheric music. I also came across a video with a Teddy Afro sound track commemorating 28 Ethiopians who had been brutally executed on a beach in Libya by ISIS/Daeesh. It was incredibly moving, but not something I can ever watch again. I don’t think Facebook ever offered the option of uploading an Ethiopian flag in solidarity, but then I don’t think there was much coverage of the atrocity in the European press at all.

Teddy Afro, Menelik

I’m conscious there are no women on my new list. It’s as masculine as the Labour Party nominations for city mayors. I do like lots of women singers but they just have not made my short list…and I cannot leave the next guy out. I’ve always liked The Jam, Style Council and Paul Weller. You Do Something To Me always does. I never tire of it. Like Bowie, he has my respect for turning down any honours from our corrupt system. Come to think of it, that’s another reason for rejecting The Stones. His music has echoed in my life ever since I took my first job teaching French. That’s something my recent friends might not know about me – there’s a small group of people in Essex who know me as Mademoiselle.

Paul Weller, You Do Something To Me

My last choice is another Manchester band and I am torn between Joy Division’s Love Will Tear us Apart and New Order’s Blue Monday. I tingle each time I hear their opening bars. My favourite film is 24 Hour Party People about Tony Wilson and Factory records starring Steve Coogan. You can sit in a booth in Manchester Library and watch it for free with a cup of coffee and a cake. Now that’s my kind of city! I have been lucky enough to see both New Order and Peter Hook’s The Light this year. What a revelation Hook’s voice is. Very powerful. I like all versions of the records but, as I have to choose, my eighth and final record will be Joy Division’s Love Will Tear Us Apart.

Joy Division, Love Will Tear Us Apart

I’ve turned down Bob Marley, Dolly Parton, Mavis Staples, The Temptations, Beyonce, James Taylor, Ricky Lee Jones, R.E.M, Lou Reed, Astrud Gilberto, Labi Siffre, Idris Elba, Frank Sinatra, Buena Vista Social Club and The Specials to name but a few. Music has been in my life since I remember listening to the Light Service on the wireless and, later, Radio Caroline on my transistor radio. I can’t imagine life without the thrill of a familiar record, the anticipation of a concert. I’ve been very lucky to have had the chance to enjoy so much live music. I remember in the early nineties spending New Year’s Eve on a boat in San Fransisco Bay. Every song they played seemed to be by a Manchester band. It made me realise how much this part of the UK, with Liverpool, has influenced modern music.

Not this time.

Although I have shelves of novels I always enjoy a good biography or diaries. My favourite book used to be The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov but I would always relish an autobiography more than magical realism these days. Oloadah Equiano, Chris Mullin and Alistair Darling spring to mind. I suspect I’m intrigued about people’s lives and what makes people tick. However, I am going to choose a text book. I wondered if solitude on a desert island might motivate me to read and master Das Kapital, but I suspect it would not have been finished (or maybe started) by the time I was rescued. My book would be another memory of York University, Erving Goffman’s The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life, on which most of Laurie Taylor’s lectures seemed to be based.

I had wondered about having a supply of Beech’s rose and violet creams as my luxury item, but they might melt in the sun. I wonder if I would be allowed a language course? It would seem a useful thing to do. If so I would probably choose German, as I always regretted not studying it at school. And the record I would choose if I could only take one? David Bowie of course.

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On Neoliberalism. In conversation with George Monbiot, Home, Manchester. 17 May 2016

Posted on 22 May 2016 by Lynn Steinson

‘Two and a half of you,’ George Monbiot concludes, counting the raised hands which affirm that their owners are indeed comfortable with the definition of “neo-liberalism”. Half an hour later every member of the audience is familiar with the political philosophy that frames all our lives.

Monbiot delivered his critique without notes and a comfortable style which, to me, was engagingly reminiscent of Hugh Fearnley-Whittenstall. Different schools I discover on Wikipedia; Stowe for George and Eton for Hugh, though both were born in London and went up to Oxford before relocating to Wales and River Cottage respectively. Here’s a brief summary.

Most people don’t have the faintest idea what neo-liberalism is, yet this philosophy has created just about every crisis we face. Anonymity is the source of its power. It’s so pervasive we don’t see it as an ideology. Yet it was deliberately conceived and refined to change power relations and transform human life. It is a philosophy defined by competition. Through buying and selling we can decide who is deserving and who is underserving. Collective bargaining is a distortion. Minimise taxation, privatise state assets. Inequality is virtuous. It is a means of generating wealth to trickle down. That’s the theory. We all internalise and reproduce the creed.

The neoliberal project

Its architects were Hayek and Von Mises, two Austrian exiles who feared the manifestations of collectivism and social democracy would crush the individual and would lead to totalitarianism. In the 1970s Keynesian theory ran into a series of crises. It could not cope with globalisation of economies. Under Reagan and Thatcher the political project trialled in Pinochet’s Chile was implemented. There were massive tax cuts, war was declared on trades unions and the mass privatisation of state assets was instigated. The theory was adopted by the Democrats and the Labour Party.

It’s not political parties that change the world, its political philosophies that then change existing parties.

The doctrine of freedom and choice is used to beat down any opposition. “There is no alternative.”

Always ask; freedom for whom and against whom?

Freedom for the pike is not freedom for the minnows.

Freedom from regulation is freedom to poison lives.

Freedom from taxation is freedom to redistribute wealth to the rich from the poverty stricken.

Freedom from wage regulation is freedom to exploit.

Whenever you hear freedom expressed in vague general terms interrogate it. What enslavement might it cause?

The doctrine of change and freedom is always associated with measures to reduce choice and freedom.

There is a pseudo market economy where gatekeepers can charge rent for access. A new rentier economy has been developed. Assets are rented without genuine investment, and milked. There is booming inequality. The wealth of the poor is transferred to the economic elite. Wealth creation has now become wealth extraction. It is aimed to shrink the scope of the state, which is politically dangerous. As votes count for less and less the state can only assert control by the heel of its boot. The middle and lower classes are disenfranchised. Fascism feeds on the disengaged.

Neoliberalism is a coherent political project which collapsed in 2008 yet the Left has failed to develop a response, it has merely tried to disinter Keynes. The Keynesian response is to stimulate more demand but what are the environmental consequences of this? The Left needs a new general theory, a framework for the 21^st century, which can be universally reproduced.

Hegemony

Cultural hegemony as Antonio Gramsci described it is where the views of the ruling class are replicated by others.

The Institute of Economic Affairs is a lobbying group with massive corporate funding promoting neoliberalism. The BBC can’t identify them for what they are and allow them to disguise themselves. The media is entirely captured by people like Murdoch, the Barclay Brothers, Desmond.

Millionaires have funded economics departments which practised neoliberalism and broke the Keynesian dominance.

We are exactly like the Russian oligarchies, grabbing assets when they come up for grabs, but we don’t see it in those terms but the theft is the same. People don’t get killed but it is a complete racket. The privatised public utilities are now debt-ridden private monopolies extorting their ill-gotten gains, not delivering public services.

On Devo Manc

It’s like George Osborne said, ‘Here’s a load of shit we generated in central government, now you can deal with it.’ A genuine devolution would be positive but this isn’t an effective devolution agenda.

Monbiot’s book available from the Guardian Bookshop now.

How did we get into this mess? George Monbiot

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Gloria Steinem in conversation with Rachel Cooke

Posted on 24 February 2016 by Lynn Steinson

‘I’m 81 and still introduced as an ex-bunny girl, it was a bad career move.’ Gloria Steinem must have related this anecdote herself many times. The association with the identity of Playboy Bunny which Steinem assumed for her expose ‘The Bunny’s Tale” in 1963, has lingered throughout her life. It’s associations superseded the accomplishments of the professional journalist and temporarily stalled her career.

The wide gold hipster belt she wears is reminiscent of the sixties, the decade in which the activist came to international attention as a leader of the feminist movement. Her light brown hair is thick, casually styled. She is chic in black jumper and flared trousers. This is what 81 is and it looks good. Informed and articulate. Reflective and forward thinking.

She discusses the systemic causes of the attempts to control female reproduction and bodies. Women in Native American and pre-Christian societies in Europe and Africa controlled their own reproduction. There were no definitions of gender as we have now. People were people. We should support everyone’s right to be themselves. Everything is connected to aggression against women. It is an indicator of a country’s propensity for military aggression.

The media shapes perceptions of people and movements. In the US the feminist movement is often characterised as white and middle class. In reality it was supported by 30% of white women and 60% of African American women. The civil rights movement was led by college educated Martin Luther King and Stokely Carmichael but it was not depicted as a graduate movement. The media like to divide issues. Even though the civil rights and feminist movements developed simultaneously, with cross membership, they are presented as separate and discrete but that is not the reality.

The United States is about to cease being a majority white European country, the first non-white generation has been born. Now the right view the white race as committing suicide through contraception and abortion. Until the 1970s the Republicans were pro-choice, but when the Democrats became more racially inclusive, the racist Southern Democrats joined the Republicans. JFK had to convince the electorate that his presidency would not mean rule by the Roman Catholic Church but sixty years later religion is openly driving political policy on the right. There’s a need to decouple the attachment of religion to governance.

Steinem is a supporter of Hillary Clinton, but not on grounds of gender alone, she would not be supporting Sarah Palin. It’s not about electing one woman, but about making life better for all women. It’s about content. She acknowledges that Senator Sanders is good on issues such as college debt which attracts young white women, but Hillary has the support of the majority of Latino and African American women. She has got to win. Diversity will save us.

My Life on the Road by Gloria Steinem

Asked for advice by a member of the audience Steinem responds, ‘Don’t walk around saying, “What if?”‘

This morning I heard Rick Wakeman saying that his friend, David Bowie, could not abide “could’ves” . ‘I could’ve done this, I could’ve done that.’

This is the lesson from today 22 February 2016.

If you think you can, then do it. Don’t ever say, what if?

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Where were you then? A tribute to David Bowie

Posted on 11 January 2016 by Lynn Steinson

Some minutes after seven I was still nestled in goose down with one eye on the clock and one ear to the radio, drifting in and out of sleep. Radio Four’s Today programme was giving a lot of air-time to David Bowie’s new album and his old hits. A good start to the week. I had bought ‘Black Star”only yesterday and loved it. Echoes of ‘Low’ and ‘Station to Station’ I thought, but also something completely new. It was very annoying that both Will Gompertz and David Sillito kept using the past tense in their reports. It was as though they were presenting an obituary.

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Aladdin Sane 1973

Then Nick Robinson confirmed, in a voice that suggested he knew what I was thinking, that it had been officially confirmed that David Bowie had died only twenty minutes ago. I got up instantly. Facebooked, then watched the television as David’s back catalogue was sampled on all breakfast programmes. A parade of tributes from journalists followed, many simultaneously claiming shock at the news, whilst claiming prior personal knowledge of his fatal illness. I guess journalists are quite accomplished in reporting the implausible. A biographer claimed David had deliberately manufactured the time of his own death to maximise media publicity. He was, after all, supernatural and had the powers of magic, she said. Lorraine Kelly, looked on incredulously. So do myths begin and legends made. Meanwhile, Angie Bowie who, only days ago said she only felt sorry for their split because she lost her job, is oblivious to her ex-husband’s demise as she is cooped up in the Celebrity Big Brother House.

My generation mourns the passing of an artist who entranced us while he blazed a trail through the seventies as Ziggy Stardust, then surprised and excited us with every new album and musical turn in subsequent decades. Only a few weeks ago I posted a blog about my musical biographies. I have expanded the piece about David here.

Aladdin Sane 1973

In July 1972 David Bowie looked straight into our sitting rooms from the Top of the Pops studio and things were never the same again. He was like no-one else we had ever known. An out-of-this world being, at once regal and coquettish, who seduced a generation of teenagers when he pointed directly at us with a flourish of his wrist singing, “so I picked on you-ou-ou” then brazenly hung his arm around lead guitarist, Mick Ronson. The following year Nationwide, the magazine show of middle England, screened a ten minute feature about the Aladdin Sane tour. The reporter employed the same condescending manner that The Beatles had endured ten years before. Like the Beatles, Bowie influenced a generation of musicians and teenagers but he did not have the family-wide appeal of the Merseysiders. We knew the androgynous singer represented something new and edgy but we weren’t quite sure what it was. By now we had more than the weekly Top of the Pops as a means to watch our favourite bands. Producers, such as Granada’s Muriel Young, had created showcase programmes on children’s TV which, with BBC2’s ‘Old Grey Whistle Test’, gave the well-informed viewer the chance to watch the latest pop music from arriving home from school until bedtime.

I first saw Bowie in his guise as Ziggy Stardust at Preston Guild Hall in the summer of 1973. I had missed the earlier Ziggy Stardust tour and was determined not to miss this one. I still have a vivid memory of that night. After all, when we ran to the front of the concert hall – it was still allowed, if frowned upon, – he looked at me flirtatiously and sang, just to me. After the show, Sheena and I went to the back of the hall to wait for David’s departure. He was driven off in a limousine as we ran down the road after him screaming. We felt we owed him that. Sheena, was triumphant that, against fierce competition – she had the nail scratches as proof – she had caught the copper ring that he had thrown into the crowd. She wore it constantly for several weeks, until her finger turned green. I used the memory of this in a scene in my novel ‘Deluded’.

David Bowie and Mick Ronson

The ‘David Is’ exhibition at the V&A in 2013 was a delicious treat. I went twice. I was mesmerised by the original lyrics of Ziggy Stardust, written on ruled paper in David’s hand. The walls of videos transported me back to the exhilaration of the seventies, the flirtatious grin penetrated my soul yet again. Some idols fall, but David’s standing soared when I discovered that he had rejected a knighthood in 2003.

As his music has played throughout to-day on radio and television it seemed as fresh as it had been forty years ago. It has been the soundtrack to my life, as it has for so many others. Every time I have seen him live, I have been overwhelmed by his charisma which has left me reeling. I am glad I played ‘Black Star’ yesterday and appreciated it. Now, I find it too raw, too haunting. It will take some time before I can listen to that album again.

‘David Is’ Exhibition Catalogue V&A

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A roam around my books 5 – books to be left alone

Posted on 8 January 2016 by Lynn Steinson

Inevitably, only a skeleton collection of books read during my teens, twenties and thirties remains. They have survived many removal boxes and stiff competition from newcomers for space. I remember savouring Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance during a dark, wintry afternoon in the bedroom of my student house, while listening to The Seven Seas of Rye. Yet it was unanimously derided by members of my book group – but not their twenty-something offspring – when they read the Robert M Persig’s road book for the first time. I did not attempt to re-read it. I did not wish to destroy fond memories, it has happened too many times before. Books have a time to be read, and to be left alone.

During visits to old uni friends’ houses a survey of their bookshelves, even today, reveals a startling similarity to some of my own. Among the blue-backed Pelican books there is often a thick black spine emblazoned in vibrant orange with the words, The Dice Man, Luke Rhinehart. Unlike Zen this book has been read on several occasions. It was recommended by my Sociology Lecturer, Laurie Taylor, during my first term at uni I think. He was a charismatic performer, easily packing lecture theatres at 9.15 a.m., a feat which was rarely, if ever, achieved by his department’s then nemesis the Department of Economics.

The university bookshop must have sold out, as everyone I knew suddenly seemed to have a copy, and it became the main topic of heated conversation between social scientists for a few days. I do not have the inclination to read very many of the browning pages now, although I am tempted to read the first few chapters and last. I recall it was very funny at times but unevenly paced. It certainly did not change my life but it has instigated many an imaginative evening when the throw of the dice determined what was to happen next.

There is a small selection of books of films and TV programmes. Nowadays it is easy to fulfil the desire to remind oneself of a moment in a TV programme, or even re-watch the entire show. During my childhood and years as a young adult there was no such luxury. The Man from U.N.C.L.E. was screened at 7.30 on Thursday evenings. If you did not catch it then you missed it. No video, no plus TV, no catch up, no YouTube. The only way to prolong the enjoyment of a favourite series was to read the book, or buy the bubble gum cards.

The Thornbirds novel was adapted for television as a mini series and I read it with the characters and story already in my imagination. There was depth in the writing and it did not disappoint. Having seen a re-run of the television series I feel I could not re-read the book. I know the ending. That journey cannot be taken so innocently again.

Once a film had finished its run at the cinema usually the only chance of seeing it again was when it came to television. That could be many, many years later. There are some books of films I can remember reading but are missing. Joan Wilder’s Romancing the Stone, and Saturday Night Fever have not survived an historic book cull. The novel of the screenplay of Romancing was written as if Joan Wilder, the novelist Kathleen Turner plays in the film, had written it. Quite clever I thought at the time. In popular culture Night Fever is associated with John Travolta gyrating in a white suit to the Bee Gees’ music, but it has far darker urban themes. The tie-in novel picked up on these and was grittier than the film, I recall.
It is rare that I have enjoyed watching a favourite novel adapted for the screen. Margaret Atwood’s stories filled my evenings in my twenties. I devoured the Handmaid’s Tale way before the film was made, so the well-thumbed pages of this paperback were not turned by me. I have no recollection how I acquired this version. I certainly haven’t re-read the novel. The work was compelling, but, like Lionel Shriver’s We need to talk about Kevin it was too raw, too bleak, too plausible for me to want to read again. Yet, these are both contenders for my best book award.

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A roam around my books – 4

Posted on 21 December 2015 by Lynn Steinson

I love biographies. What are the qualities, the chances or choices, that lead to achievement and fame? Just how does a writer decide which events to include or omit from the narrative of a lifetime. A linear sequence of episodes does not make a story. There has to be tension and suspense, just as there is in a novel. To write a story about a human being seems to me to be far more complex than creating a character from imagination. And autobiography, even more problematic. Where on earth would I begin? Well, with my books of course.

I have a fascination for music. It has always been in my life. During my childhood it played on the family wireless or on my transistor radio. Inevitably, I have rows of books recounting the life stories of famous music stars.

The Beatles crashed into British culture at all levels. Christmas carols were subverted. The three kings memorably followed Ringo Starr. Dora Bryan sang that all she wanted for Christmas was a Beatle. Anything associated with the word “Beatle” sold. Even the party game Beetle Drive had a short lived resurgence in popularity, despite its spelling and mind-numbing dullness. On Christmas Day evening 1963 cousins fought for the right to be Paul McCartney as they mimed to the Beatles. I suspect this was the only time in the sixties when left-handed children were advantaged. Their audience of grandparents, aunties and uncles had already been interrogated about the origins of long-dead relatives. This was in the hope of discovering that there was some genealogical connection to Liverpool. Everyone knew the words to the number one single “I Want to Hold your Hand”, not just the kids. The explosion of youth culture in the north impacted all generations. It gave their elders permission to be proud of their roots, until then disparaged and marginalised by the media. BBC reporters initially treated the Beatles like representatives of some curious alien planet, but the quick wit and humour of the Liverpudlians quickly exposed the brittlesness of the stuffy representatives of the establishment. For the first time in living memory it became fashionable to speak with a regional accent, especially if it had a tinge of Scouse.

In July 1972 David Bowie looked straight into our sitting rooms from the Top of the Pops studio and things were never the same again. He was like no-one else we had ever known. An out-of-this world being, at once regal and coquettish, who seduced a generation of teenagers when he pointed directly at us with a flourish of his wrist singing, “so I picked on you-ou-ou” then brazenly draped his arm around lead guitarist, Mick Ronson. The following year Nationwide, the magazine show of middle England, screened a ten minute feature about the Aladdin Sane tour. The reporter employed the same condescending manner that the Fab Four had endured ten years before. Like the Beatles Bowie influenced a generation of musicians and teenagers but he did not have the family-wide appeal of the Merseysiders. We knew the androgynous singer represented something new and edgy but we weren’t quite sure what it was.

The “David Is” exhibition at the V&A in 2013 was a delicious treat. I went twice. I was mesmerised by the original lyrics of Ziggy Stardust, written on ruled paper in David’s hand. The walls of videos transported me back to the exhilaration of the seventies, the flirtatious grin penetrated my soul yet again. Some idols fall, but David’s standing soared when I discovered that he had rejected a knighthood in 2003.

Ray Manzarak’s (RIP) tireless promotion of the memory of Jim Morrison (RIP) and the music of The Doors spurred me to rediscover the band sometime during the early nineties. I had already been touched by their music and a Top of the Pops performance by the charismatic Morrison. I was initially drawn in by Danny Sugarman’s (RIP) biography and his fascination for the compelling Morrison. Now I have a small collection of books on the band.

Motown stars are also prominent. Berry Gordy’s account of the setting up of Tamla Mowtown is fascinating. I have read the Smokey Robinson autobiography twice. What a life.

24 hour party people was written by Mr. Manchester himself, situationist Tony Wilson. Steve Coogan played the reporter in the film, one of my favourites. Tony Wilson was the anchor on Granada Reports up against Stuart Hall’s Look North West on BBC. No contest for me. Granada was at its best in those years. Wilson had been one of the audience at the famous Sex Pistols gig at the Lesser Free Trade Hall which influenced a generation of Mancunian musicians. He used his position at the television station to showcase punk and new wave music, predominantly acts from the North West. His show So it Goes was always a thrill to watch when I returned home from university for the weekend. Always something new and something exciting.

Now that my appetite for the trivia about musicians is largely satisfied by Google I don’t buy as many biographies, although the tomes still demand more space than the shelves provide. Rod and Elton your days in my bookcase may well be numbered as newcomers demand to be shelved. But there will always be space for books,new and old, about David Bowie.

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Yanis Varoufakis in conversation with Paul Mason.

Posted on 7 November 2015 by Lynn Steinson

The British left’s confidence has been restored by Jeremy Corbyn’s astounding pasting of New Labour candidates in the September leadership elections.

At the Labour Party Conference in Brighton Corbyn urged us ‘not to [walk] by on the other side of the street when people were in trouble’ and, quoting Ben Okri, reminded us of our capacity to love. At several fringe meetings during the Conference I almost expected the audience to start interjecting ‘Amen’ or for the speaker to relate the parable of the Good Samaritan. Undoubtedly the modern labour movement owes much to the humanist values associated with Methodism, but the left also has roots in the international socialism of Marx and Engels. The Germans based much of their writings on their research and experiences in London and Manchester and consorted with Chartists like George Julian Harney.

So Central Methodist Hall, Westminster seems an apt venue to host this secular messiah of the left, former Greek finance minister Yanis Varoufakis. The Great Hall is packed, tickets sold out weeks before. As he walks onto the stage to rapturous applause, the Carly Simon song, ‘You’re so vain’ flits through my mind, but that is unkind. It is confidence rather than vanity that the tall Greek exudes. But charisma he has in spades. Besides he was only thirteen when the song was written.

Yanis has a permanent glint in his eye. One can only imagine the atmosphere in the room when he was negotiating with Hollande, Merkel and the Troika, and their relief when he resigned. He seems rankled and surprised that his opponents seem to have no sense of honour and that the acrimony of the negotiating room has spilled into personal enmity outside it.

So what does he make of Europe? Should the UK stay in? It’s the largest economic zone in the world. If we leave The EU what will be achieved? There would be a move to fragmentation in Europe. The greatest economy in the world would be disbanded. There would be a new Berlin Wall east of the Rhine and north of the Alps. The German working poor would become unemployed and the rest of Europe would fall into depression. If that is allowed only the ultra-right will win. ‘We have a moral duty to stay in Europe and democratise it.’ Minutes of meetings would be a start. At the moment there are no records so you can never find out what has been said. Printing out every page of the Trans-Atlantic Trade and Investment Partnership (TTIP) agreement should also be demanded. A suggestion which met with enthusiastic applause.

Advice for Corbyn? Use people’s quantitive easing and the power of the Bank of England for state funded investment into new and green technologies. At the moment quantitive easing is used to fund mortgages which inflate London prices and make the rich richer.

Surveying the audience, which had little representation of young voters, he commented that the young ‘seemed only interested in creating the killer app which must make them a fortune. We must inspire the young.’

I would certainly agree. An apathetic electorate, engaged only with social media and videos and games is a threat not just to democracy but to their own freedom.

Yanis Varoufakis “The Global Minotaur” Guardian Books

Paul Mason “Post Capitalism” Guardian Books

The event was organised by The Guardian, recent Pulitzer prize-winner and the most-read serious global newspaper after the New York Times. Its membership and events programme are part of its strategy to allow readers to get closer to the Guardian’s brand and open journalism philosophy and, one presumes, to create an additional income stream as the media environment transforms in the digital age.

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