“A harrowing tale of the failure of cross-cultural relationships” KIT FRASER
"Zelda Rhiando's second novel is a passionate hard hitting outing, not unlike her first, Caposcripti. It is a book that breaches many aspects of what it is that makes us human. Ultimately for this reader, it is mainly about memory, loss and sanity, and how as humans we often use one to cope with the other - sometimes successfully and other times with even more tragic consequences. Rhiando has managed to capture the pace and anticipation of a thriller and successfully combined it with the compassion and emotional pain of a Toni Morrison...Heartbreaking stuff.” PATRICK KELLY, BOOKMONGERS
For a long time – she didn’t know how long – there had been nothing. A kind of dream-nothing that she floated in; a mist that sometimes receded and showed the edges of the world. But still, she was not in the world. She made what brief contact was required, and then she was back in the nothing place.
The nothing place needs no thought: it is an eternal now. Balanced between yin and yang, here there is no colour. No sound. It’s like being wrapped in cotton wool, except there is no sensation of softness. It is neither comforting, nor terrifying. She doesn’t know how long she’s been here. It has been a long time.
There was life – but it didn’t work out, and she had come here, had stayed here for so long that she doesn’t remember the other place, the route back. It is lost in the mists sometime. That is the place where her body is, but she doesn’t need it any more. It’s fine here. She doesn’t think, and she doesn’t know. But she dreams.
The dreams are tiny moments; pearls on a wire. She cannot tell if they are memories or constructions. Some seem too mad to ever have been real. Is that her, on a dais, holding a chain of daisies? Is that her getting married? Is that her swimming beneath the waves, looking through bubbles at where the coral lives? Were these moments in her life that she’s returning to?
There are other moments, other dreams, other memories. But she knows when they are coming and dives back into the mist. They’re part of him, of them, of those two men in her life that she’s in flight from. Her husband. Her son.
First of all welcome to new supporters. 90 of you have been kind enough to support Fukushima Dreams, which is amazing, and has helped the fund to get to 64%. I'm working hard to make it to 100!
I've been recording chapters of the book and releasing them on SoundCloud as a set - so if you'd like to get an audio preview, then visit http://soundcloud.com/badzelda/sets/fukushima-dreams. It's a great…
So, I had an interesting conversation in the pub yesterday about why I'm crowdfunding this book with Unbound, instead of self-publishing, which is how my first book came out. I learnt many things publishing Caposcripti. I had already been working in digital publishing, producing ebooks and apps for the likes of Penguin and Tate Publishing - so the actual production was pretty easy. I found a good…
And so we reach chapter 5.
I tried not to judge him....
I'm amazed...today the campaign has got to 51 followers.... Thanks so much!
Now I can't wait to actually get the book out to people.
It's been really interesting making audio recordings of the chapters over the last few days; hearing it with a different ear. Here's chapter 4: https://soundcloud.com/badzelda/fukushima-dreams-chapter-4?
I've been looking back though some of the notebooks…
Chapter 3, where Harry makes the decision to leave his family:
Picture credit: Wikipedia (Crown of Lenten rose)
So today, the second chapter...https://soundcloud.com/badzelda/fukushima-dreams-chapter-2
First of all THANK YOU to all the lovely kind supporters who will each be listed in the book.
I made an audio version of my first book, Caposcripti, and released a chapter a day. Here’s the first chapter of Fukushima Dreams for you: https://soundcloud.com/badzelda/fukushima-dreams-chapter-1
I'll be releasing more of these soon, at www.soundcloud.com/badzelda
There were a number of reasons this book came together. First, I've always loved Japan. I had a close Japanese friend as a teenager, and visits to her house were like visiting another country - one I felt very comfortable in. I've long been a fan of Japanese writing: the sparseness of it, and the way that emotion lives between the lines rather than in the mouths of the protagonists. Writers like…
It's been an exciting week...
First of all making my first ever book trailer - which wouldn't have been possible without the help of the very talented Jess Phillimore (http://jessphillimore.com/), the great musical skills of Andy Dobson (http://digitonal.com/) and the scriptwriting skills of Bryony Morrison. The result is a very moving piece that's made me see the book in a new light. I don't know…
These people are helping to fund Fukushima Dreams.