Interpreter from Java book extract

THE INTERPRETER FROM JAVA

At the pictures

Out of the blue – I must’ve been about eighteen – you decided to take me out one night. A rare occurrence. Granted, it had been five years since we’d lived in the same house, since Child Services had taken me from you at the age of thirteen and – in your words – ‘deported’ me to the children’s home. Dutch grub was all they fed us there, but when it came time to leave, the authorities saw fit to lodge me and my brother Phil with a family steeped in the ways of the Indies. Our landlady swanned around as if the sun had never set on the empire. What the hell were Child Services playing at? Five years of knuckling under to a Dutch regime only to be handed over to a family stuck in the colonial past.

It was the same old battle cry every time you visited us at the children’s home. You insisted you wanted your kids back, that you were fighting one court case after another, that we were ‘your blood’, that we belonged with you… there was no end to it. Phil tried to warn me, but I ignored his brotherly advice. I fled our stifling Indo lodgings and headed straight for the place you told me I belonged. A tram to The Hague, a bus from Staatsspoor station via Voorburg and Leidschendam to a brand-new housing scheme in Voorschoten, where I stood and rang your bell in a bleak and spotless doorway less than a mile from my old children’s home. You opened the door with an unforgettable welcome:

Why did you forsake me?

Jesus calling out to God the Father. Back then you were sleeping with the Bible under your pillow, you crazy bastard. The worst of it was, I honestly believed I had forsaken you. My photo pressed between the pages of your Bible – what was that about? Was I a bookmark in place of your dagger? You didn’t think I’d believe you were praying for me, did you? Later I became convinced you stuck pins in that photo. I told that to two girlfriends of mine after I fled your home once and for all, and it made them cry. They thought I had lost my mind, though by that time they knew you weren’t exactly sane yourself: I brought those sweet American hippies back to your

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place one day and you took them for a couple of floozies, sent them packing without a second glance. You turfed out an American-Dutch friend of mine too. And all because he was black, racist loon that you are. That same friend later told me you were a madman, just like Ma had always said. I didn’t want to believe it then. I’m afraid I still don’t.

And so you took me out that Tuesday night. Who goes to the pictures on a Tuesday? We caught a bus in Voorschoten, got off at Staatsspoor station and walked to the Odeon on Herengracht. They were showing an American action flick: five death-row inmates offered one last chance at freedom if they rescued some military boffin from the clutches of the Vietnamese. Raising hell as they roared through the jungles of Vietnam on their motorbikes, the convicts were picked off one by one but against all odds the scientist was saved. You stared spellbound at the screen; you and a handful of other simple souls dotted about the cinema. You were forty-five, give or take – an age for contemplation, for self-reflection – yet you sat there like a little kid next to a son who loathed motorbikes, who squeezed his eyes shut when one of the heroes was shot to pieces, snared by a vine, strung upside down, impaled on a bed of bamboo spears. Those Viet Cong and their booby traps! Grisly tactics aside, I secretly cheered them on. To me they were the underdogs, my blood brothers on the silver screen. You rooted for the gung-ho Yanks. Unease was all I felt sitting there next to you; perhaps you felt uneasy next to me. On the bus back to Voorschoten not a word passed between us. I suppose you were trying to coax me out of my shell, stuck on my own in that suicide flat of yours listening to the radio all day while you were out at work, no clue what to do with my life. Puccini Crescent: what a grim corner of the commuter belt that was, a horseshoe of four-storey flats in a satellite town wedged between Leiden and The Hague, home to lonely men and women too timid to say hello when they passed on the street, office drones who spent their evenings watching TV alone.

Guess what, Pa, life in Holland hasn’t changed. Thanks for settling in this cold country where life is good as long as you have no need of warmth. Wise of you to live out your days in Spain. Or is

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it just cowardice? Fear we might come over and do you in? It’s still three against one, pal. Only we’re bigger now, stronger, a far cry from the little lads we once were. I’m a halfway decent jujitsuka. Phil is a killing machine with a handful of black belts. Arti is a streetfighter. Give it your best shot, old man. During your last year in Holland – South Haarlem, another desperate hole – I heard you slept with an axe under your bed, scared Arti would turn up one night and punch your lights out. I heard that from Ma and she heard it from one of your daughters, Mil most likely, your favourite, named after some old flame, an Aussie girl you picked up in your Java days. You can thank your lucky stars I only took up martial arts late in life. I’m not the killing kind, Pa, but even now you deserve a one-way trip to Intensive Care courtesy of my own bare hands. Twenty-five years of groaning under your iron fist, your paranoia, followed by twenty-five years writing it all down in an unfinished book might seem like a balance of sorts, but I’d rather have spent forty-nine years living life to the full and one year behind bars for inflicting grievous bodily harm on a former marine. No such luck: I am a noble being, a pen-wielding samurai who walks a gentler path, who strums his guitar and makes people smile. I have been cursed with an inquiring nature, naive enough to think I can fathom the inner workings of an unhinged fascist. Perhaps you deserve that too, if only because the pages that comprise your monument may yet expose Dutch history for the lie that it is. *

The movie is over. The director chisels his heroes’ faces in the clouds.

THE END

(complete with bombastic crescendo)

In your boyhood dreams, you must have pictured your own face up there. Forget it, Pa. The war-movie heaven those heroes fly off to only ever existed in Hollywood.

Starchild Book Two: The City of Souls #Book Review #repost

Where to start this review. Obviously read the first book (It will help 😂)

The book starts straight after the first book had finished. So you are thrown straight back into action. Which is great as this means there is know waiting around. Mai is back on her mission with her trustees Long and Akra (which is a cool name)

They find themselves to the forest lands which is home to the soul bankers. Mai and Akra learn some new skills but Mai’s brother Long seems to be growing more distant from his sister and friends.

Long begins hearing voices calling him into the forest. Long being Long goes and investigates who this mystery voice is. He travels deeper in to the forest and finds who this mystery person is. This person knows exactly what to say to Long to get him to do her bidding. She even gives him a pebble which he swallows and is promised powers beyond his wildest dreams. All he has to do is find Silver shade.

 

 

Starchild Book Two: The City of Souls

A gripping forest adventure full of mystery, betrayal and courage.

When a new sealer boy joins the journey, Mai, Long, and Akra are confident their challenges have come to an end. But as they embark on their journey once again, they find themselves having to escape from the clutches of dangerous enemies.

They travel to Naroan – the forest lands of the soulbankers, the regulators of life and death. Against the backdrop of rules and suspicion, the children are challenged with unravelling the mystery of the Silvershade, which has been calling to Akra from the moment he arrived in the forest city. But Long is tormented by his doubts – he must face a deadly power from the Underworld before it takes him into the darkness.

Will the dark pebble take Long along a road of no return? Or will his friends find a way to help him?

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Author Bio – Vacen Taylor is a children’s author with a portfolio of screenwriting and stage play achievements. A selection of her poetry has been published in Art and Literature Journals. One of her plays was selected to be part of the Playwrights Program 2017 and then directed and performed as a performance reading at HOTA (previously the Gold Coast Arts Centre).

Her feature film script received a special commendation for Best Unproduced Screenplay titled Grandfathers at the British Independent Film Festival in 2018. The logline can be found under Special Commendations for Unproduced Screenplays here.

Her TV pilot for a series (teleplay) was selected as a semi-finalist in the Hollywood Just4Shorts Film and Screenplay Competition in Los Angeles, CA. This pilot was listed in the top 50 for the Cinequest Screenwriting Competition in 2018.

She presented the first mental health panel at OZ Comic-Con in 2017. This panel was a fantastic opportunity to discuss openly and honestly about artists and their mental health to help support wellbeing, foster connectivity and provide a culture of support.

In 2018 she presented the panel, ‘An artist’s guide to creative happiness: How to strengthen your creative performance’ at Oz Comic-Con in Brisbane. Her panels are extraordinary opportunities to explore ideas with people who are currently working in the industry. She aims to discuss subjects like individualism, the community, mental health, wellbeing, happiness, creativity, co-creating and self-awareness which often leads to interesting questions from the audience.

What else does she do? Vacen is also a creative workshop facilitator and proficient in, teaching, speaking and concept creation. Guest Speaker. Workshop Presenter. Creative Panel Facilitator. Mentor. Support Worker. Counsellor. Social Welfare Advocate.

 

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Starchild - Giveaway PrizeThe City of SoulsThe City of Souls CoverThe City of Souls Full Tour BannerThe City of SoulsVacen Passport Size 2

 

interacting with authors your thoughts

I seen this on Twitter a few days ago and was just wondering what you guys thought about?

I personally enjoy interacting with authors. Especially if I’ve enjoyed reading their books. I’d always give them positive feedback.

I’d never contact an author if I didn’t like their book. Nobody needs that negativity. It’s not like they know I’m reading their book 🤣

Unless I’m doing a blog tour. Even if I didn’t like it. I’d leave a review on the positives I enjoyed or would simply DNF it.

Mouth of the dark review and blog tour. Also Q&A with the author. #repost

Mouth of the Dark Blog Tour PosterTim WaggonerThe Mouth of the Dark Cover Image

 

The Mouth of the Dark by Tim Waggoner
• Paperback: 240 pages
• Publisher: FLAME TREE PRESS; New edition edition (6 Sept. 2018)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1787580121
• ISBN-13: 978-1787580121

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mouth-Dark-Fiction-Without-Frontiers/dp/1787580121/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1533287801&sr=1-1&keywords=the+mouth+of+the+dark

BLURB: Jayce’s twenty-year-old daughter Emory is missing, lost in a dark, dangerous realm called Shadow that exists alongside our own reality. An enigmatic woman named Nicola guides Jayce through this bizarre world, and together they search for Emory, facing deadly dog-eaters, crazed killers, homicidal sex toys, and – worst of all – a monstrous being known as the Harvest Man. But no matter what Shadow throws at him, Jayce won’t stop. He’ll do whatever it takes to find his daughter, even if it means becoming a worse monster than the things that are trying to stop him.
ABOUT THE PUBLISHER: FLAME TREE PRESS is the new fiction imprint of Flame Tree Publishing. Launching in 2018 the list brings together brilliant new authors and the more established; the award winners, and exciting, original voices.
http://www.flametreepublishing.com/
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Tim Waggoner’s novels include the Nekropolis series of urban fantasies and the Ghost Trackers series written in collaboration with Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson of the Ghost Hunters television show. In total, he’s published over twenty novels and two short story collections, and his articles on writing have appeared in Writer’s Digest and Writers’ Journal, among others. He teaches creative writing at Sinclair Community College and in Seton Hill University’s Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction program.
Visit him on the web at http://www.timwaggoner.com/
Twitter @timwaggoner

My review if you’ve made it 😂 now this is definitely not my normal genre I’m more sci fi fantasy type. I’m actually gutted that I’ve never read more books in this genre. (I’m open to suggestions) now the author Tim Waggoner has done an amazing job writing this and has been awarded accordingly for his work.

The story starts with Jayce who is frightfully searching for his daughter. Jayce think she’s been kidnapped and doesn’t know where to start. Jayce discovers a side of something he’d never thought as he’s seen this before when he was a child. Something called shadow which is a world within our own world. Where Jayce has to delve into which in some situations he finds himself in some awkward places. Jayce is guided by the mysterious woman called Nicola who helps him through this tough time. I did get the creeps abit which doesn’t happen very often 🤣 also there’s a few sexual references in this book. Some of them were really awkward and I found them a bit off-putting.

In this book has one of the coolest characters I’ve read for a while called the harvest man. People fear him and for all the right reasons. I’d give the book a 3.9/5 so definitely worth a read but definitely not for the faint hearted. If you like horror stories then you will definitely enjoy this book. Please read the Q&A below.

 

 

Q&A YES MORE BLOGS: TIM WAGGONER
Share a little about yourself.
I’m a lifelong fan of horror, fantasy, and science fiction. I’m in my fifties, live in Ohio, have two adult daughters, am an English professor at Sinclair Community College, and I’ve published around forty novels and five short story collections. I write both original fiction and media tie-in fiction. I’m a high-functioning dysthymic, which means I experience constant low-grade depression, but I do my best to work through it. Writing fiction helps!
What’s your thought process when writing a book.
I spend a lot of time gathering ideas in the normal course of my day-to-day life. I jot them down using the notepad function on my phone, and when it’s time for me to write a new novel, I go through those notes, looking for any ideas that jump out at me. I’ll usually put several seemingly unconnected ideas together to form the basis for a story. Then I start working on an outline, and during this process I name characters and places. When the outline is finished, I begin writing a draft. While I’m working on a book, I’m constantly picturing scenes and imagining dialogue, so when it’s time to put the words down, I’ve already visualized sections of the story. I try to write stories that aren’t predictable, stories that could only have come from my imagination and no one else’s. I’m very aware of readers on the other side of the page, and I do my best to provide an interesting, entertaining, and hopefully surprising story for them.
If you weren’t writing what would you be doing?
I’d probably be dead. Writing is as natural and necessary to me as breathing. It’s hard to imagine my life – my very self – without it. But I suppose if I had to pick something, I guess I’d be a psychologist. I’m fascinated with the way people’s minds work, and I love to help people (which is why I also teach writing). Psychology would be a good alternate profession for me, but I still think I’d find a way to write even then!
Describe your new book.
The Mouth of the Dark is a horror/dark fantasy novel about a man whose adult daughter has gone missing. In his attempts to find her, he discovers that she’s been lost in a dark realm called Shadow that exists alongside our world. Shadow is a nightmarish version of our reality, and many, many dangerous things lurk there, hunting for prey. My main character must learn the ways of Shadow – and survive there – if he’s to have any hope of finding his daughter.
The core idea of the novel is almost a science-fictional one: what if horror had an ecosystem? I had a lot of fun exploring that concept.
What interests do you have away from writing.
I’ve mentioned teaching and psychology already. I love movies, but I see that as an extension of loving stories in general, which goes along with writing and reading. I have a pair of dachshunds I’m crazy about, and I enjoy watching true crime TV shows. They’re great inspiration for story ideas and provide insight into how humans are affected by tragic events (the true crime show, not my dogs).
Favourite book.
Right now, my favorite book is The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay. He’s a wonderful writer. I love his use of language and his intricate plotting, and I especially love how he takes genre, tropes – in this case home invasion and end-of-the-world stories – and puts his own unique spin on them. I can’t recommend his work enough.

 

 

Entwined blog tour

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Avery Montgomery doesn’t even know if she wants a soul mate.
As a member of the Hellenicus—a race founded in antiquity and descended directly from the
Greek gods—Avery’s attending her first Gathering where she’ll gain the ability to entwine her
thoughts with her destined soul mate and be tied to them forever.
But all is not as it seems at the Royal Court. There are severe and strange looks from the elders,
whisperings from the ancient Dodona tree, and encounters with spirits who seem to know
Avery better than she knows herself.
Throughout these whirlwind events at Court, Avery finds herself torn between her feelings for
the wise and protective Vladimir and the passionate, fun-loving Adrian. Unwilling to surrender
her independence or to betray her heart, Avery must decide once and for all if she’ll give in to
her desires and risk the wrath of the Gods.
Because who are you if your destiny lies with another person?
About the Author
A.J. Rosen is a twenty-three-year-old Indonesian Wattpad Ambassador who splits her time
between full-time school, three part-time jobs, and writing YA fantasy. She’s the founder of
online movements like #ilovemyflaws (which supports victims of bullying) and #CareforCancer
(which supports the loved ones of those battling cancer). She currently lives and studies in
Singapore. Entwined is her first novel.
Entwined

Twitter is taking off!!

Now I’m not saying that I’m some twitter mega star but with 2600+ followers I like to think so 😂😂 I’m going to see if I can break into the 3000+ milestone. I would be grateful to hear if you have any tips/tricks to be more interactive on twitter. I think I am already but knowing more won’t hurt.

Sorry for the very short post but any help would be gratefully appreciated.

How did this happen!?

When I checked onto wordpress I got an unexpected notification. 600 followers now follow my blog. Honestly how is this even possible. When I first started my blog I though nobody would ever even give it a second glance never mind follow it. I’ve always thought my blog wouldn’t amount to anything. I’m actually quite proud of my blog. I’ve interacted with some amazing bloggers on here and discovered some amazing bloggers. (I may do a blog appreciation post if people would read it?)

Again I like to thank you all. I never thought anyone would read my blog never mind follow it.

The Girl and the Stars

I have literally just finished reading this book and knew I had to write down my thoughts. The book from start to finish had you hooked from the start (typical Mark Lawrence) I was very lucky enough to win this book from the man himself.

Anyway before I start rambling on about being a fanboy, the book starts of with a young woman called Yaz from the itcha tribe. The tribe seems to be very harsh, basically if you fall ill grow old or too weak you will be left to die alone on the ice. If that isnt bad enough then all the children have to be judged before a regulator.

if the regulator deems you unworthy you are kindly thrown into a deep dark pit never to be seen again. Only the regulator can decide who stays on top or who goes down. #SPOILER# well you probably guessed it she gets thrown down the pit as does her brother Zeen as they both arent worthy enough.

Yaz comes around and is in pure darkness looking around for her brother only to be greeted by a flesh eating demon infested gerant. Luckily for our little Yaz she is saved by other people who have been thrown down the hole. This group has named themselves the broken. This band of misfits are all people from different clans who have all been deemed unworthy and thrown down the pit. Yaz’s interaction with her new comrades starts off slowly but doesnt take long before they are saving each others lives.

So I could write on more about wor Yaz but that is going to end up in spoilers galore which is not why ypu are here for. So lets talk about the title. Obviously the girl is Yaz and the stars are little gems that are stuck in the ice and these are little nuggets of power that could be used for the good of the people or could be used for pure evil and self gain. To find out please get your hands on this book and give it a read.

This book does have some similarities to Marks other books. Yaz can touch the river which sounds exactly like the path which helps her gain powers beyond belief. I am also a big fan of the red sister series.

“even the blind have to wait and see”

600+ followers.

I’ve just realised I never made an appreciation post to say how thankful I am for having this many followers. I do wish I could blog more but 2 children and extra responsibilities at work are taking up most of my time. I do read alot of peoples blogs. They’re all amazing. Thanks again everyone.

Just updated the post. I still can’t believe people actually follow my blog. Thank you to everyone who took the time to check it out.

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