Edward Picot's blog

23 Aug

It's Literature, Jim... but not as we know it: Publishing and the Digital Revolution

in digital writing, ebooks, ereaders, experimental poetry, experimental writing, google books, hyperliterature, interactive fiction, ipad, multimedia fiction, new media literature, publishing, publishing on demand, Vooks

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From Vooks to ebooks, from the iPad to the Google settlement, and from print-on-demand to new styles of writing, this article attempts to analyse the effects of the digital revolution on the publishing industry, and to make some educated guesses about how things may develop in the next few years.

13 Aug

And, Chapters 17-24

in Elizabeth Gaskell, experimental writing, literature

"It was too hot. She was struck by an unusual heaving. A sense of irritation gathered round the doors and windows. Margaret reached the small side-entrance. The porter's answer to the bell. The keen sharp pressure of the knife. She went across and up. Click of machinery."

Continuing the abridged version of Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South - abridged on the principle of leaving out all the important bits. In this section Margaret, supposedly on the lookout for a water-bed, conceives a sudden and all-consuming passion for clogs.

05 Jul

Dr Hairy in: Old Fashioned Medicine

in diet, Doctor Hairy, dolls, Dr Hairy, exercise, health service, humour, NHS, obesity, puppets, satire, video

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The fourth in a series of 10-minute videos about the adventures and frustrations of an ordinary (but rather hirsute) General Practitioner. In this one, Dr Hairy tries to persuade one of his patients to lose weight - with hilarious results!

17 Jun

London Churches, Part 3

in architecture, experimental writing, fiction, hyperfiction, hyperliterature, literature, London churches, photography

"Inside, it's suddenly evening, suddenly quiet. Almost subterranean. Little glowing lights, opulent gloom. Big smooth pillars. Grey daylight gleaming weakly in the windows, seemingly a long way off, as if the outside world has gone faint and distant. The way it does when you're lying in hospital, wondering if you'll ever get back there. Like my Dad last year, that evening on the ward, my last visit."

The third part of a hyperfiction based on visits to churches in the City of London. Part 3 takes in the following: