GREAT REVIEW form LOREE WESTRON

 Here's a great review for Blue Postcards by Loree Westron (one of the other Fairlight Modern authors from this summer's batch). It's a very intelligent review and very positive. Thank you Loree. x

https://loreewestron.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-review-of-douglas-brutons-novella.html?fbclid=IwAR3G2S9_ZVIGlb8PCY7Qg2Vi_dtEIsNbcez9FuS40ww0TSKneydr1AZkAXg

None of these stories are to be trusted, for they are stories of the dead told by the living and the living always lie.

Leafing through a box of postcards at a Parisian market stall, the narrator of Douglas Bruton’s exquisite novella finds a distinctive blue postcard which he recognises at once. The colour is International Klein Blue (IKB), created by the avant-garde artist Yves Klein, and the postcard is an invitation to a 1957 exhibition of his monochrome paintings. Such a seemingly simple postcard, but within it is a marvellously intricate meditation about the way memory reshapes itself over time and how truth is often found in fiction.

Bruton weaves together three fragmented narratives to create a story filled with passions that are never fully realised: that of the narrator, and his fascination both with Yves Klein and the colour blue; the lonely tailor, Henri, who sews a string of twisted blue Tekhelet threads into a seam in every suit he makes to bring the wearer luck; and Yves Klein, whose obsession with creating a blue pigment that would keep its original lustre may ultimately have led to his early death. Sprinkled into these stories are facts and anecdotes about the colour blue. The ancient Hebrews, for instance, created the dye for their Tekhelet strings from the excretions of a sea snail that turned an intense shade of blue when exposed to the sun.

The stories of Henri and Klein intersect when the artist comes to the tailor for a new suit, and it is here that we begin to understand the source of Henri’s melancholia. As a Jewish tailor in Paris, the son and grandson of Jewish Parisian tailors – and the last in his line, we see that life is not just about surviving. In the shattered pieces of his backstory, we too are weighed down by his grief. Then, for one brief moment, hope emerges from the ruins of the Street of Tailors and we foolishly allow ourselves to celebrate. Of all the characters we meet in Blue Postcards, it is Henri who touches us most deeply.

Klein, by contrast, is a showman. In him we see an artist whose obsession leads to his greatest feat – the creation of an illusion, where the viewer is encouraged to see something in nothing at all. Not only is Klein so bold as to exhibit eleven identical blue paintings in the same gallery, each marked for sale at a different price, but in the exhibition called The Void, he has the audacity to present an empty room – fixtures and fittings stripped away, and the walls painted white – as art. In the end, we are encouraged to believe that it is the perception rather than the artefact which matters. And we know this trick of the mind is true.

Although we learn little about the narrator’s past, he is equally as pensive as the tailor, and as enigmatic as Klein. Like Henri, we sense that his life, too, harbours a deep well of regret, and yet he readily admits the inconstancy of his memory and the inconstancy of his words. The romance that unfolds with Michelle, the stallholder beneath the Eiffel Tower where he first discovers Klein’s postcard is deliciously tentative. But as the romance slowly builds, we are aware that the end of summer is approaching, and very soon the swallows will fly off to warmer climes. Any moments of bliss we experience are simply that – moments that are held in our memory, but double-back on themselves and transform over time into something new.

Written in 500 numbered paragraphs, Blue Postcards is a bravely experimental and engaging novella with more than a postmodern twist. Bruton juggles multiple stories, each with its own trajectory, and somehow manages to keep them all in flight until the very end. This book is clever, sensitive and thoughtful – a true piece of artistry, indeed.  

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Blue Postcards by Douglas Bruton is published by Fairlight Moderns, an imprint of Fairlight Books.

Terrific review from SCOTLAND ON SUNDAY!!!

 A dream review from Stuart Kelly in SCOTLAND on SUNDAY... this should make you want to read my new book.

If you want to read the small print of the actial review here's a link: https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/other/book-review-blue-postcards-by-douglas-bruton/ar-AAMp5YM?ocid=uxbndlbing

(please ignore the hobo-writer pic... I was unsuccessfully going for an Ernest Hemingway wild look!!!)

IT'S OUT THERE!

 So my new book, Blue Postcards, is now published and early responses have been quite encouraging. Some positive reviews on Goodreads and one on Amazon if you want to see what it's all about. And last Saturday the Scotsman put me as the featured writer in their 'The Write Stuff' column, showing an extract from the book alongside a few nice things about me... all of this was a lovely thing to come home to after a month away on Barra.