As a young man I had a prolonged bout of mental illness. What saved me was my struggle to become a writer. This was my secret identity. I had to find other writers to inspire me, whose books offered hope, and could help me channel the restless energy that I felt within that had not yet found a purpose. I found such a writer in Henry Miller.
Miller is out of fashion now, even though George Orwell called him "the only imaginative prose-writer of the slightest value who has appeared among the English-speaking races for some years past". Like DH Lawrence, he tangled with the censors repeatedly – to his credit.
He was as uncompromising about his art as Lawrence. Unlike him, he had no hang-ups about moralism and guilt. Far from it. Reading him was like sipping nectar. It was a tonic for the mind. His exuberant language was infectious. In extended passages he celebrates with an undivided enthusiasm and without distinction all levels of human life from sex and bodily functions to high art and philosophy as if there were no difference between them. Which of course there isn't. He glorifies in the fecund abundance of life, seeing meaning everywhere, like Walt Whitman and William Blake, two other poets who set my heart on fire.
"Energy is eternal delight!" cried Blake, and Miller echoed "Always merry and bright!". His optimism was catching. Reading passages from Black Spring or Tropic of Capricorn could keep me afloat for days. The important point was that he reinvented himself, mythologising his own life, making a Promethean odyssey of his struggles to become a published writer.
Continuing the subversive self-revelation begun in Tropic of Cancer and Tropic of Capricorn, Henry Miller takes readers along a mad, free-associating journey from the damp grime of his Brooklyn youth to the sun-splashed cafes and squalid flats of Paris. With incomparable glee, Miller shifts effortlessly from Virgil to venereal disease, from Rabelais to Roquefort. In this seductive technicolor swirl of Paris and New York, he captures like no one else the blending of people and the cities they inhabit.
Looking around me as a young man I found a grey world that had been stripped of all its glory and fabulousness by the exploitation and utilitarianism of human beings.
Alexandra David-Neel was an amazing explorer. She was the first European woman to meet the Dalai Lama and in 1924 became the first to enter the forbidden Tibetan capital, Lhasa. She had already spent a decade travelling through China, living in a cave on the Tibetan border, where she learned about Buddhism from hermits, mystics, and bandits.
She describes in this book how these people learnt such seemingly impossible skills such as telepathy, defying gravity, running for days without food or drink or sleep, and surviving with hardly any clothes in the subzero Himalayan blizzards.
This magical world vanished when the Chinese invaded in 1947.
To think that this miraculous way of life existed in the same century as me on the same planet! This was not a fantasy, this was real. It was inspiring. It offered hope that another way of life was possible.
I haven't recommended any other book in my life as much as this one.
For centuries Tibet has been known as the last home of mystery, the hidden, sealed land, where ancient mysteries still survive that have perished in the rest of the Orient. Many men have written about Tibet and its secret lore, but few have actually penetrated it to learn its ancient wisdom. Among those few was Madame Alexandra David-Neel, a French orientalist. A practicing Buddhist, a profound historian of religion, and linguist, she actually lived in Tibet for more than 14 years. She had the great honor of being received by the Dalai Lama; she studied philosophical Buddhism and Tibetan Tantra…
Great art and literature liberates – from whatever ties that are constricting you. And it can be found anywhere. As a kid, Marvel comics rescued me from what I saw as a banal existence. And Spider-man was the first. It literally changed my life because I ended up working for Marvel, writing for them, and coming up with Earth 616, which in the Marvel multiverse is the one where all the stories including the movies take place.
Reading them, my mind was totally blown away. What was the secret of their haunting magic?
To my young mind, it seemed as though Stan Lee drank in the heavens and ate the entire Earth. He swallowed the cosmos and moved through the universe like a transformer.
He was prodigious. Everything he touched turned into mercury, luminous and alchemical. His output consisted of multiple dimensions containing an infinity of beings. He metamorphosed constantly, the generator of souls 10,000 times bigger than Manhattan.
Stories and myths poured from him and his zoetrope of magician-artists, like fireballs from Mount Krakatoa, lighting lives all over the world from touch papers that still fizz and sparkle today with the lava that was their blood. The heavens dimmed in their light.
Stan's instinct for incitement and co-conspiracy never failed because he knew the secret of telling was to admit weakness as a gateway to power. And I, and all of his faithful merry Marvel marching band of followers, knew all about weakness because we were children; reading him empowered us. Especially me.
Stan's use of emotional language was infectious. He deployed all the tools of traditional rhetoric.
I clearly recall as a child one day looking at adults around me and wondering why they didn't seem to understand children. Weren't they children themselves once? How could they forget? There and then I promised myself I would not forget what it was like to be a child. I would remember, if only to better understand my own kids when one day I had them. I strove to hold onto that feeling for many years, and believe I still have it. This is why I enjoy writing for children.
Yet I also believe that even as adults most of us have secret identities. Adults' secret identities partly embody things we would rather the world at large – even those closest to us – did not know about us. This secret core is key to our sense of self, and our sanity – but it can go wrong.
If it does, it can lead to mental illness, criminal or destructive transgressive behaviour. For writers, understanding this aspect of psychology is key to crafting memorable characters that audiences won’t be able to get enough of.
No one knew this better than Stan Lee. He gave this gift to most of his characters – this immense psychological depth – which the superheroes portrayed in the comics industry competition's titles didn't have at the time.
This is a series of reproductions of original Spider-Man comic books from the 1960's, and includes some of the earliest issues and the introduction of many villains for the first time
Are you… A slave to your computer? Welded to your mobile phone? Joined at the hip to your iPod? Maybe one day you will be…Hybrids is a YA novel also enjoyed by adults. Britain is under quarantine. A virus is spreading that mainly affects teenagers. It causes them to merge with frequently-used technology like mobile phones and computers to become… Hybrids.
“Hybrids is a terrifyingly realistic and contemporary novel … an absolute must read.” Verity Newman, Waterstone’s, “A stunningly clever novel” – The Times, “Powerful and compelling” – Red House Books
I once saw a play at the renowned Oregon Shakespeare Theatre. A play about Sor Juana. It was a good play, but it felt like something was missing like jalapenos left out of enchiladas. The play kept nudging me to look further to find Sor Juana, and so for the next five years, I did so. I read and read more. I listened for her voice, and that is where I heard her life come alive. This isn’t the only possibility for Sor Juana’s life; it is just the one I heard.
Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, this brilliant 17th century nun flew through Mexico City on the breeze of poetry and philosophy. She met with princes of the Church, and with the royalty of Spain and Mexico. Then she met a stunning, powerful woman with lavender eyes, la Vicereine Maria Louisa, and her life changed forever. As her fame grew, she dared to challenge the diabolical Archbishop once too often, and he threw her in front of the Inquisition, where she stood, alone.
Sor Juana's work is studied still today, and justifiably so. Scholars study her months on end; mystics…
This astonishingly brilliant 17th century poet and dramatist, this nun, flew through Mexico City on wings of inspiration. Having no dowry, she chose the life of a nun so that she might learn, so that she might write, so that she might meet the most fascinating people of the western world. She accomplished all of that, and more.
One day a woman with violet eyes, eyes the color of passion flowers, entered her life. It was the new Vicereine, Maria Luisa. As the two most powerful women in Mexico City, the bond between them crossed politics and wound them in…
