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kissing Bowie is a psychological mystery novel, mostly set in London in 1980 but also in the present day.

When Melbourne photographer Samantha Newell returns to London and confronts a guilty past, she begins to write a confession. She recounts the story of her Bowie-obsessed friend Laura, a long-lost love, cryptic notes and a mystery from the year 1980. As she tells of Laura’s strange world of fantasy, reality and fear, can she face what she bitterly regrets? In this follow-up to her critically-acclaimed novel Conversations with Mr. Prain, Joan Taylor brings to life the gritty reality of a recent past and asks tough questions about the media and celebrity, then and now. With a plot that twists and shocks, this novel is an intense and personal journey with a punky anti-heroine and a window to the days when David Bowie ruled as revered youth icon.

Thanks to those who wrote nice early reviews on LibraryThing! x o x

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My novel  kissing Bowie will really not be everyone’s cup of tea. It will most appeal to readers who like things edgy and dark, especially if you also love the music of Patti Smith, Iggy Pop and – of course – David Bowie. Judge the book by its cover. x o x

J.

Clock is ticking and kissing Bowie is due to be published in September. Already 121 early reviewers requesting free review copies on Library Thing

Bowiecover2bWhat is it all about?

A psychological mystery novel set in London in 1980 and the present day.
When Melbourne photographer Samantha Newell returns to London and confronts a guilty past, she must rediscover her Bowie-obsessed friend Laura, a long-lost love and a mystery from the year 1980. As she tracks clues through Laura’s strange world of fantasy and reality, confounded by cryptic notes, can she face what she bitterly regrets? In this follow-up to her critically-acclaimed novel Conversations with Mr. Prain, Joan Taylor’s new psychological mystery and love story brings to life the edgy reality of a recent past and asks tough questions about the media and celebrity. With a plot that twists and shocks, it will be loved by those who want off-beat suspense and a window to the days when David Bowie ruled as revered youth icon.

Further to previous positing re publishing world, or rather publishing dinosaurs (I think Brontosaurus rather than T Rex), I read last night on the  train from London a news story in the Evening Standard labout the two women at the top of publishing houses HarperCollins and Random House being evicted, with the super-publishers moving to America and cutting ties with ‘the Colonies’ (yes …) – here is the link to the article:  Evening Standard

Says it all really … and don’t we love being referred to as ‘the Colonies’. So does anyone seriously think they are going to score lucrative deals with New Zealand publishers? Our publishers focus on books that will definitely sell in the Kiwi environment, and these publishers are struggling. HarperCollins in NZ is moving to Australia …

Good news is that kissing Bowie is going to be out soon published by Seventh Rainbow, as an e-book on Kindle, Smashwords, etc …. fun, fun, fun to be joining the world of indie e-publishing and circumventing the world of publishing dinosaurland with far too many Prain-like persons installed (not Melville House though, who are really fab, but just didn’t feel this one was something they could sell).

Wow, am so happy!  Watch this space for news.

Am also very happy to have two poems in the new Conflict anthology coming out with Jardine Press.  http://poetrywivenhoe.org/?page_id=1755

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So here’s the thing. I have written a novel I thought would be a good follow-on from Conversations with Mr. Prain, but Melville House was not too confident about its marketability and passed it up. So I am now looking for another great indie publisher … 

But it might be rubbish, right? Maybe it just doesn’t cut it. It is something of an extrapolated memoir, or testimony of youth, and also a homage to David Bowie, whose new album ‘The Next Day’ curiously picks up on the same theme of reminiscence, of being haunted by the past. There is now the exhibition of Bowie’s stage costumes at London’s V & A, the Victoria and Albert Museum, which seems to link his history with the royals, and so here in this novel, oddly enough.

So I thought that regardless of publishers I will put this on the web, because the times seem to call it out. I am not going to try and create an enticing blurb to make it sound like you have to read it.  It’s a story of love and friendship, obsession and delusion, and a cryptic mystery, but the characters of Samantha and Laura are probably not everyone’s cup of tea. You might like it best if you are a bit on the counter-cultural side and are slightly depressed. It is kind of written for Bowiephiles like me, who remember those days, and for the new generation of kindred spirits.

I am putting up the first part of this novel through to the end of Chapter 8 as a pdf on this site. Download and read for free. If you like it and want to read the second part, and find out how it goes for Laura, Sam and Stuart, then go to my Facebook page and click on ‘Like’. Once I get to 100 likes there I will put it up as an e-book, or another pdf, unless by some magnificent stroke of good fortune that perfect indie publisher gallops along on a white steed and whips it out of my hands, in which case I will keep everyone posted.

So – the Facebook page is:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Joan-Taylor/169472839774485

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Oops I forgot to post that there is a very provocative poem ‘Meeting Jesus’ in the latest issue of Poetry New Zealand.

See http://www.poetrynz.net/current-issue/

Meanwhile … am very happy that Wivenbooks is publishing my first collection – in the UK. Will have pictures by my friend, artist Eliza Kentridge, http://www.elizakentridge.com/. I am more and more living in England, returning to NZ only once a year – immersed in the world of British academia. It feels a bit like the legend of Persephone, at least when in a British winter (aka Hades)! I go back in summer … but paradoxically of course get the Kiwi winter, so my life turns into continual winters (viz not actually Persephone at all). But Kiwi winter – hey! Nothing better than the golden sunrise over Wellington viewed from Rarangi beach on a cold, clear Marlborough morning, with the stars still firing white light and the Wither Hills blushing at the edge of the Wairau valley. Hmm … is this a poem coming on?