Author Archives: Scribe Doll
London Book Fair 2014
After a warm spell, there’s an icy wind blowing through my jacket as hundreds of us are queuing to get into Earl’s Court exhibition centre. Plastic badge cases are handed out at the entrance. We’ve been instructed to download our … Continue reading
Trying Out a New City (Again!)*
Eclectic, dirty, quirky and – for a European capital – surprisingly scruffy. This city reminds me of a bric-à-brac shop, where a precious artefact, a piece of useless junk, an item of modern tat and a neglected masterpiece lie side … Continue reading
Watch this space…
Scribe Doll apologises for the long silence. She is in the middle of a major relocation. Please watch this space…
A Translator’s Point of View…*
* Please see Part One of this story, last week, A Bookshop for Free Thinkers …. Last Thursday, 27th February 2014. “Eat. You need sustenance,” says Barbara, my publisher, as the tray with canapés comes towards us. But I can’t … Continue reading
A Bookshop for Free Thinkers
It was advertised through Twitter as a book launch cum Charles Dickens’ birthday party, two years ago. I decided it was the only way to spend a snowy February evening. Trying to keep my balance on the icy Chelsea street, … Continue reading
Picking Up The Pen Again
Just start. Take that first – hard – step. “I haven’t written since before Christmas,” I say to H. “If we stay at home, I’ll just keep working. I really want to write something – anything – today. Besides, we both need fresh … Continue reading
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Scribe Doll is working hard. She is buried under bilingual dictionaries, monolingual dictionaries, Roget’s Thesaurus, typing furiously with two fingers, and munching on Yorkshire Wensleydale with apricots. She is casting regular glances at the bottle of Jameson’s next to her CDs. … Continue reading