PiSlamistan Has Been Polished

Having spend nearly a decade of my life in Poland it has always been somewhat of an ambition of mine to see something I have written be translated into Polish.  The fact that it is a novella I wrote in response to something that has been going on in Poland makes this so much sweeter.

This is a very special moment to me.  I want to say a massive thank you to my translator who shall remain nameless.  Her support means the world to me and I am ecstatic that she was about to find the time for this project.

I want to say a thank you to the myriad of wonderful Poles that I have encountered in my life.  I have met many people who were reluctant to read my brain drippings as they lacked confidence in English.  Now you have no excuse and nowhere no hide.

I also must say a thank you to my army of volunteer proof readers.  Thank you for giving up your time for a great nation.  PiSlamistan thanks you, you truly aren’t the #najgorszysort.

The last point I want to raise is the very reason I wrote this story.  I want to thank the women of #Poland that made their voices heard when their own government tried to dictate what they could do with their own bodies.  You are amazing, and inspiring, and if nothing else I am awestruck.  After spending all those years in Poland if I have learned anything, it is that no man, no matter how powerful he thinks he is, can ever win an argument with a Polish woman.  This story is dedicated to every one of you Polske Panie.

You can download the polish translation of #PiSlamistan right here

#Czarny Protest          #BlackProtest

#PiSlamistan is Here

In support of #BlackMonday the biggest social protest in the recent history of Poland I am releasing a novelette entitled #PiSlamistan for absolutely bugger all.

To show my solidarity with the thousands of women that are demonstrating for the right to decide the fate of their own bodies I’ve written a short satire with the intention of raising a few very important questions.

Onwards to the unveiling:

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#Pislamistan is available in a number of ways:

You can get a number of ebook formats from Smashwords

A PDF from Goodreads

You can read it in your browser on Wattpad 

And download the file directly from FileDropper

*is now available directly from iTunes

Scribd subscribers click here

Nook Readers can get it via Barnes & Noble

If  you happen to like what you read, please share it and help raise awareness of the #CzarnyProtest #BlackProtest

Feel free to tweet me @ScottPoland pictures of yourselves reading this story with the hashtags #CzarnyProtest and #PiSlamistan

The cover image was created in cooperation with the fantastic young Polish photographer Maciek Wojciechowski.  Feel free to tweet him some love @MaciekWojciech  and check out his awesome work at maciekwojciechowski.com/

#CzarnyProtest #BlackProtest #CzarnyPoniedziałek #BlackMonday

#BlackMonday New Novelette

In a show of solidarity with the Women of Poland that will be striking on Monday the 3rd of October 2016, in a protest against the proposed ban on abortion and in defense of their basic human rights, I will be publishing a novelette. See the teaser below.

The proposed law is both vile and barbaric, and it is absolutely abominable that it is even being discussed in 2016.  If you are unfamiliar with exactly what’s going on take a look at galsforgals.org to find out about #BlackProtest and #BlackMonday.

Please join in support and take a photo of yourself wearing black and use it as your social media profile, and don’t forget to hashtag #CzarnyProtest #BlackProtest #CzarnyPoniedzialek #BlackMonday.

In the meantime, here is a little taster….

Summer Loving

As you might know, I live in the Netherlands, and therefore no longer experience summer.  Mostly here, Dutch people spend the middle of the year weeping uncontrollably as Hollywood repeatedly plays with their emotions by pretending that other countries have four seasons instead of just wet.  Thankfully there are summer holidays.  In the modern age this is where people fly thousands of miles to lay somewhere in sunshine whilst reading, in the hope of getting sunburned, dehydrated and some form of local food poisoning.  If you are one of those people, you may be interested in what comes next.

The good folks at #Smashwords have launched their summer sale and you have exactly one month to take advantage of their generosity, providing you are an eBook reader.  They are offering:

Existence Is Futile for half price

The Story of Albert Ross for free

Go get them now!

And just in case you live under a rock and for some reason haven’t seen the new music video from my band #Yu, you should definitely watch this video.  The lyrics, the music and the video was all created by us, which is #Yu and not only me #GodDoesntLoveYou

 

In Search of Henry Part Two

The following post contains *spoilers* regarding ‘Existence Is Futile’

Last week I confessed that I had never visited Oxford when I wrote ‘Existence Is Futile’.  This week I promised to explain a little more and share my experiences of my search for Henry at the end of December.

When writing a novel nowadays locations are somewhat easier to write about.  Thanks to the advent of the internet, in particular google and google earth it is relatively easy to get a sense of how anywhere on earth looks aesthetically.  The difficult part of crafting together a coherent account is the specific details.  I recall that when I was writing about the Psychiatrist’s office I had a great problem decided where precisely in Oxford it should be located, so much so that I actually started looking at random buildings on google images before I eventually settled on this one.

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I found this on google photos with a description of its precise location so I was able to pinpoint it on the map.  In the book it is first mentioned like this:

He broke into a jog as he passed two archways with locked gates, before finally catching a glimpse of her entering a doorway into a two-storey monstrosity with a jutting roof.

This building is integral to the story and thus, I was desperate to actually find it and take a photograph there.  Unfortunately it no longer exists.  I have stood on that street.  I have searched the surrounding area and it isn’t there.  I suspect that it has been ‘modernised’ and it is now unrecognisable.

I did get some things right.  The Morris Garage is somewhat iconic.  The Harris Manchester College really does look out-of-place.  Although it was closed when we visited, I was able to poke my head over the fence and confirm that at least half of the buildings look like they belong in a Hollywood film.

Probably the boldest passage that I wrote about Oxford was the following:

How he had fallen instantly in love with Oxford from the moment he first set foot on the High Street.  An eclectic mixture of churches, university buildings, theatres and shops.  The garish, the gothic and the damn right peculiar all sharing living space, in Henry’s mind it was a perfect allegory for 21st century society and a perfect advertisement for all which is magnificent about Little England.


These pictures from my phone really do not do Oxford justice.  It is a beautiful, if not peculiar city.  It has a wonderful oddness to it all.

I suppose the last thing I should mention is Magdalen Bridge.  It appears again and again in the book and serves as a catalyst for change several times over.  Given the importance to the story line(really trying not to give too many spoilers) I was probably most worried about this.  Would it be tiny?  Would it be ugly?  Would there be just a stream below?

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Magdalen Bridge was huge and more picturesque than I had ever imagined.  It made its role so much more practical than I could ever have imagined.

Oxford is a city, albeit a small one, where some of the brightest, most brilliant and biggest bastards ever produced in Great Britain have been sent away for education.  It is rich in history, drowned in tradition and contains the aristocratic quirkiness which belongs with a historic British city. When I visited Oxford I had feared that perhaps it wouldn’t be a city fitting of Henry Tomlinson, now I am certain that it is the only city that ever could have.

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