Happy New Year! Today we are delighted to share the cover of Isabel’s forthcoming novel Flight, due for release in May 2015. We hope you love it as much as we do …
Glasshopper and Hurry Up and Wait can both be found for 99p in the Amazon Kindle 12 Days of Christmas event – but hurry, the offer ends on 5th January!
Author Susie Kelly has agreed to be the Patron of the Charroux Literary Festival which will take place in the beautiful medieval town of Charroux in the Vienne region of South West France on 27-29 August 2015. Speaking from her home in the Vienne Susie said, ‘I am delighted to be the Patron of the Charroux Literary Festival. Living in the area, and writing about it has provided me with a close connection to the place, the people and the culture. Whether your interest lie in fiction, poetry, history or even song writing, we hope you will find something of interest at this delightful festival in a stunning corner of France.’
The festival will bring together French and English speaking authors and writers. A full programme of events and speakers will be published in the spring of 2015. Watch this space for further details!
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Congratulations to Caroline Fisher and Gillian Fox, who have come up with names for the two dachshunds in my new novel Flight.
Naturally, Leonard the Resident Dachshund helped to choose the winning entries and we are delighted with them … Badger and Willow. Caroline and Gillian will each receive a full set of signed books, and see their chosen names in print when Flight releases next May.
Thanks to everyone who entered!
Enter our Name the Dog competition for a chance to see your winning entry in print and receive a complete set of books by Isabel Ashdown. Follow this link to place your entry on the Facebook page … and good luck!
An early writing tutor of mine once ran a lecture on fascinations – speaking of the way in which our obsessions can develop and take shape if we pursue them, to harness them creatively. I’ve always had a great interest in genealogy and identity, and I guess my fascination with matters of family shows itself through the stories I write today. Over the years, I’ve never missed an episode of Who Do You Think You Are? or Long Lost Family, not to mention the many documentaries charting the British workhouses and the Irish Magdalene Institutions for ‘fallen women’. I still think about the Channel 4 show 100% English, which mapped ancestral DNA across the globe and presented it back to a surprised (and in some cases defiant) sample group. I love this stuff! Many of us think we know where we come from, but can we ever be sure, completely?
I grew up in a seaside village on the south coast and I have to confess that I never really felt it was my place. I was born in London, my parents were from Dorset and Leicestershire – and within the village there was a strong sense of pride amongst those families who could boast a long history there. Some of my school friends could count endless lines of great-great-great-grandparents in the village records – to the Domesday Book, no doubt. I wasn’t even born there, so it was little wonder I felt somewhat rootless in the grand scheme of things. That said, my seaside childhood was a happy one which cultivated in me a deep connection with coastal places and a powerful desire to be near the sea. Today I still live just a few miles from the coast, and wherever I travel in the world I’m always eager to seek out the shoreline, to smell the salt and spray. It’s fair to say I’m not a fan of the city break, not unless it’s somewhere located close to the sea.
Brighton is a place of particular significance to me. As children we often found ourselves in the ‘kids’ room’ at parties there, and I think of Brighton as a place synonymous with my parents having a good time. By my late teens, it was the place to go for a hip night out – just an hour away from home, and yet so different, so full of possibilities. During my twenties I spent 12 months working in Brighton and for several years my brother lived there, providing a welcome B&B for our regular weekend jaunts. More recently I found my UK publisher Myriad Editions there, who launched my debut Glasshopper, a novel partly set in the city – and last year I held the post of Writer in Residence at the University of Brighton. It’s fair to say Brighton has played an important role in the backdrop of my life.
For a long time I have meant to explore my own family tree, particularly on my father’s side – the Ashdown side – since he died when I was a teenager, leaving no direct relatives to interview. All I knew for certain was that the family hailed from Dorset, where both he and his father were born. During my recent records search I unearthed all sorts of interesting family stories – from poverty to good fortune, from fire stokers to dental surgeons, from the big house to the workhouse. But perhaps most surprising of all, I discovered that from my great-grandfather backwards, the Ashdowns were a Brighton family, born and bred. I phoned my mum to ask her if she or my father had known – no, she said, even when she had moved from Loughborough to Brighton Art School in their early days of courting, he had no notion of his Brighton heritage. I wonder what he would have made of it; I think like me, he would have been thrilled.
The roads my ancestors lived on are names I recognise from the Preston Park area of town – Scarborough Road, Florence Road, Vere Road, Lewes Road – the list goes on. So far, I’ve traced back six generations, and we’re still firmly located in Brighton (albeit a much more rural version called Brighthelmstone). I’ve now had to park my research for a while, as I get to grips with my next writing project – but as soon as I have some time to spare, I plan to continue following the trail.
I can hardly believe it, but a full academic year has passed and the time has come for me to hang up my Writer in Residence hat.
It’s been a fabulous year, full of literary salons, writing masterclasses, one-to-ones and competition celebrations – and I think I speak for everyone when I say it’s been a rewarding and creative year. My particular thanks to Dr Jess Moriarty, and everyone else who welcomed me so warmly into the University of Brighton community. Wishing the very best of luck to the new writing residents, who we will hear more about before too long – here’s to another exciting academic year ahead!
All three of Isabel Ashdown’s books have been selected for discounts in the Kindle Summer Sale. So if you’re looking for some inspiration for your summer reading, just click on the links below!
‘Summer of ’76 did not disappoint. Evocative of that hot, dry summer … book groups will have a lot to discuss’ – New Books Magazine
‘Funny, insightful and often tragic’ – New Books magazine
‘Intelligent, understated and sensitive’ – Observer Best Debuts of the Year
“Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow” – Sir Richard Francis Bacon, explorer
This month I’ve been chatting with author Jane Rusbridge in her series of blog features on the subject of ‘place’, and exploring the role of secrets in my latest novel Summer of ’76. Here’s a short extract – please click the link to read on:
‘As a writer – and as a reader – I’ve always had a preoccupation with the idea of the outsider, and of the large dramas that play out in small places. After all, who hasn’t, at some point, felt like the outsider, or felt trapped in some way? I think we’re interested in everyday stories of life because we can all relate to them on some level – and in many ways, small communities offer a concentrated backdrop against which these stories can show themselves.’ Read more …