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Do you feel as Donal Shaun Hercule Poseidon put it? “That’s all?” Donal asked. “Is there nothing more?”

Now when to read ‘news’ is to feel bathed in toxic sludge; when time is commonly cut into measly little parcels; when work makes you one with Donal: “It was as if the whole of his insides were writhing in an unnatural manner, and he often felt as if he was choking…He wanted only to fling back his chair, leave the building and run forever.” Meetings have made some contemplate murder; bullying cowards take up all the air; when fear of the other, the unknown, fear of a new thought is being stoked to the ambience of hell; the beauty of life outside ourselves is not considered worth contemplating; contemplation isn’t considered worth contemplating. In Oothangbart where Donal lives, even the wonderful and new is viewed with the alarm of Chicken Little. If you feel poisoned by all this even though you don’t live where Donal does, in a town as impossible to spell as Poughkeepsie (Oothangbart is also renowned in every citizen’s greeting for its perfection and exceptionalism), now there is no better antidote than a little unassuming book published last year–a book that not only identifies but crucially, frees.

Simply but powerfully written in a wholly natural style, but one with so many parts I want to read again that my physical copy bristles with pink slips (like all Steve Aylett’s books, which are rife with perfectly put, often tragically funny aphorisms about modern society), no reader of t Oothangbart should be embarrassed to admit that what happened to me, does to you. When I finished the last page, my cheeks were literally wet with joy. This book is not just about society but friendship, love, revolution: kites, not flags, oh my!

Oothangbart, a Subversive Fable for Adults and Bears by Rebecca Lloyd is a mess of a title. Who can remember that? But soon, enough, subversion insidiates, for this story is our very lives: a complex metaphor for so many parts of society, from the social escalator of success for the successful, to the fear and aversion to the different and foreign that I’ve had a hard time writing anything about it, for the thought “That’s positively Oothangbartian” has hit me constantly since finishing it, and I’ve been tempted to share these parallels. Not that you need them. What you do need is the honest reassurance that Lloyd’s chapter 2 title: A PERVERSE THOUGHT fits the book as perfectly as a drug label round a bottle.

Some of it is even so damn true but unadmitted, it’s explosively funny. True bagels (yes, there be bagels here as well as bears), not the ubiquitous ‘bagels’ like those blueberry fluffies in the vending machine at the Seoul airport, are well and truly heavy as stones, and quite as indigestible. But the things people, uh, bears, do for love…

It’s perverse, brave, stirring, as perfectly pitched to the ridiculously real as the Academy of Projectors in Lagado that Gulliver reported; or Nobel-laureate Sydney Brenner’s advice in his collection of essays,

Loose Ends in Biology: “I have personally found it extremely useful, when dealing with managers, to invert all the catch phrases and exhortations.”

Oh, hell. This gem is so “Positively Oothangbartian” I’m not strong enough to leave it out. “There are people getting degrees in biological sciences at the best universities in America today who don’t know the names of anything outdoors, who have never studied anything but a cell.” — Jonathan Foley, exec director, California Academy of Sciences (“The Meaning of Lichen” by Erica Gies, Scientific American, June 2017)

The smallmindedness that reigns supreme now in too many places is torn to shreds and fed to the fishes in this glorious novel. And though I said I wouldn’t, I must give this example of the way this book is like

a spiderweb, its triplines reaching out in all directions:

From the 27/6/2017 PBS Newshour interview of Jason Isbell, singer-songwriter and guitarist–“A lot of people that I grew up with, went to school with in Alabama, and a lot of people in my family who told me growing up that cities were terrible places and anything outside of our little circle was scary and dangerous and frightening. And I thought about the effect that had on people, when you start to believe that, and you let yourself be so afraid of other people and the outside world, that you never feel tethered, you never feel a connection with the rest of humanity. So, I wrote that song based on that kind of fear.”

Rebecca Lloyd’s timeless OOTHANGBART sings, too. Read it, give it, read it to someone you love in the small time you snatch between… or as Lloyd writes in the Afterword “This book is for people who hate the typical work hierarchy that if drawn as a symbol looks like a pointed white-faced clown hat without the bobbles, and it is for …” But Lloyd is wrong to limit. Oothangbart, just as freedom, is for everyone.

…Anna Tambour, 2013 World Fantasy Award nominee for the novel ‘Crandolin.’

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Delighted that these seven stories have been published by Tartarus Press this year. The following is an excerpt from Little Black Eyes and Tiny Hands:- ‘He shuddered at the sight of the crude paintings, and drew in a breath. No particular odour came to him as he stood there, although he remembered that the roomContinue Reading

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There are not many books I think about for too long after having read them, but Smoke Paper Mirrors by Anna Tambour is an exception, because, although much of the novel mirrors real life to some extent, in the end it becomes a very strange book indeed. Apart from which, Tambour’s writing has a richnessContinue Reading

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Oothangbart, a Subversive Fable for Adults and Bears

Excerpt from Oothangbart: ‘What was it to you, Mr. Poseidon?’ someone shouted. Donal paused. ‘In Bristol nobody would ask me questions for the sake of making themselves feel better about this matter or that. A fellow could have all sorts of odd ideas and feelings and nobody thought anything of it. A fellow could be himselfContinue Reading

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I was looking through my old Oothangbart notebook that I used to take to work with me hoping to find a date or at least to find the year in which I first started putting the novel together. But, I couldn’t find any such thing. I guess it must be because I live so muchContinue Reading

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‘‘In the beautifully isolated Oothangbart, order and organisation,  hierarchy and custom, and the regular flying of kites ensure that each finely mapped hour of each planned week are as predictable and reassuring as the last. One Donal Shaun Hercule Poseidon, a citizen of middling rank with no greatness in gait or demeanour, is not soContinue Reading

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I had to visit a small English seaside town to take the book shop some copies of my latest novel, Oothangbart, a subversive fable for Adults and Bears, and I was hugely relieved to finally get out of the place. I had to wait for the bus for over half an hour after it shouldContinue Reading

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We held the launch for Oothangbart in just about the coolest event space you can imagine, right in the centre of Bristol in an old building full of texture and character, a place called The Forge that has become very popular with creative people. I was what you could call ‘alert’, that means not exactlyContinue Reading

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This is not a piece about writing directly, although I might use elements of the experience some time in a future short story or novel. It’s a recounting of some of my thoughts on a recent short holiday on the island of Zante, or Zakynthos in the Ionian Sea. I had purely by accident bookedContinue Reading

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Writer Rebecca Lloyd