When one of the biggest, fanciest and most undeniably cool bloggers in my acquaintance decided to allow a post to appear on her website, explaining the development of the writer’s pen-name, I *knew* it was going to be good.
What I didn’t know is that it was going to be utterly, utterly exquisite, and written in a style so elegant I felt as though the writing dripped with Tiffany’s jewellery, vintage-catwalk fashion and fabulous shoes. It held a cigarette (in a long, silver holder) between its perfectly manicured fingertips and looked out from haughty-yet-bemused half-closed eyelids, then with a twitch of its perfectly-arched eyebrow, instructed:
“Come here, darling…”
I tripped on over, stumbling slightly and feeling ungainly in the presence of such compelling style. I tugged at my shirt, wishing it hadn’t so many wrinkles or food stains, before quickly spitting on the tip of each shoe, polishing them on the backs of my calves so that I could at least *try* to appear presentable as I stepped into this boudoir of fine writing.
I. Was. Stunned.
It was better than I could ever have imagined it. And I have returned again and again and again, and I kid you not, I leave astounded every. single. time.
From the inception of her name, to the colour of the cracks of light showing through the walls in the shattered parts of her heart, to the right course of action to have taken when her niece (a Countess, by the way) suddenly died of wink-murder in the middle of McDonalds, Helena Hann-Basquiat writes with deft opulence, disarming honesty and runs a gamut of emotions and stories which leave the WriterSoul writhing and wanting more.
Truly I tell you, it took only one delve into ‘Being the Memoirs of Helena Hann-Basquiqat, Dilettante’ for me to fall utterly and irrevocably in love with the writing.
But you know me, my Lovelies, and as much as I love blogs, you know that the thing which really makes my heart beat faster is a BOOK – a Real and Actual, In Fact, BOOK.
So you can imagine how very excited I was when I learned that there was a Kickstarter campaign to get Helena’s Memoirs published and available to hold in my hand and place on my bookshelf (and smell the new-book glorious smell of fresh ink and unsullied pages and…wait – everyone does that, right? RIGHT?)
Helena’s good friend Jim has launched a Kickstarter project on her behalf to raise enough funds to do a small print run for a softcover release. The goal is to get the book into some indie-friendly bookshops, libraries, and bring it to small press expos, literary events, and self-publishing friendly gatherings like Word on the Street and Toronto Indie Arts Market.
It will also provide the physical copies needed to deliver the book to those who can help spread the word best – reviewers (a.k.a You, if you jump at this opportunity, and ME! (I’m so jumped…))
The Kickstarter project is a pre-order campaign, plain and simple. The book is finished and ready to go – LOOK:
Kickstarter for ‘Memoirs of a Dilettante, Volume One