Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Review of Adropiean Galactic Lego Set Blues on the Manchester Salon website


"There is a long tradition of surrealism in Britain, the works of Lewis Carroll or Edward Lear being prime examples... Roland’s work certainly appears to be a protest against reality, but one that seems to be holding a mirror up to the face of that reality."

Click here to read more at Manchester Salon. Click here to buy the book.

Thursday, 31 May 2012

Order Adropiean Galactic Lego Set Blues now


“Crosswits presenter Tom O’Connor was still talking. I brushed him in the face until he stopped.”

My debut illustrated anthology Adropiean Galactic Lego Set Blues, which contains the first UK printing of the Manchester Fiction Prize-commended story You. Me. And This, is now available to order,

Title: Adropiean Galactic Lego Set Blues
Author: Fat Roland
Illustrator: Fat Roland
Price: £5.00 (+p&p)
Size: A5
Pages: 84
Publication Date: 8 June 2012
Format: Paperback
BIC code: FYB
BIC subject: Short stories
Audience: General/trade 
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Order Adropiean Galactic Lego Set Blues

UK buyers, click here to order the book now.
If you don't want to click there, do this instead:

Pay into this Paypal account: dj (at) FatRoland.com.
The amount you're paying will tell me how many copies you want.

In the comments to the seller, include: Your name and delivery address. 
Very important!

1 copy (incl p&p): £6.00
For each additional copy, just add on £5.25.
So... 2 copies (incl p&p): £11.25
       
3 copies (incl p&p): £16.50
       
4 copies (incl p&p): £21.75
       
5 copies (incl p&p): £27.00
Non-UK orders: These are UK rates only. For a non-UK delivery, just pop your order on an email to dj (at) FatRoland.com and I'll quote you a delivery price.
Non-posted orders:. Copies will also be on sale from me and from events I attend because I'm the ultimate book pimp ("bimp").
Non-paper orders:. Will there be a Kindle version? No. This is a real book that you can punch / kiss / shred / vote for mayor.

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Monday, 28 May 2012

Announcement: debut Fat Roland anthology out on June 8th


84 pages of odd prose and pictures, to be launched on the Bad Language stall at Comma Press' Manchester Independent Book Market on 8 June 2012. Order it here.

I will also be reading from the book at 4.30pm on the Friday of the self same book market. There are other good readers too so get there proper early.

Order Adropiean Galactic Lego Set Blues now by clicking here.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Eyeball scrawls: Chorlton Arts Festival

Chorlton. It gave us the BeeGees, Dangermouse and the hipster.

And tomorrow night, Wednesday 23 May, it will be the home of Flashtag when the group hosts its live final for the Flashtag Writing Competition.

The shorlistees will read from their pieces and we'll announce the winners in a tense countdown-stylee. (As in an actual countdown, not Countdown.) We'll have a few word games too and a special guest in the form of the wonderful Valerie O'Riordan, whose chapbook Enough I have just bought with some groats.

It's all part of Chorlton Arts Festival and it will take place in The Beech pub at 8pm. More information on our site.

We'll also all try to forget that most of the BeeGees are no longer with us, half of Dangermouse's creators are sadly no longer with us and, tragically, the hipster is well and truly alive.

Such is Chorlton's eternal burden. Let's feel sad for Chorlton. That's it. Feel the sadness. No, that's my leg. Feel the sadness.

There, that's better.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Eyeball scrawls: National Flash Fiction Day




"Blah blah blah blah."

Leggit!

"Blah blah blah blah."

This will be the sound of the #Flashtag writing gang tomorrow (May 16th) as we visit as many iconic Manchester venues as possible for National Flash Fiction Day. We'll turn up somewhere, splat out a very short story and then run off to our next venue.

It's designed to be a seven-hour, gruelling storython to persuade people to go to Bad Language at 3 Minute Theatre at 7.30pm.

Venues for the daytime tour are manifold and ridiculous. They include museums, university places, arty places, a spaceship (not actually) and a well-known Manchester swimming pool (yes actually).

There must be dozens of venues on the way. We start at 10am and finish at teatime. If you want to keep up with us, keep an eye on our #flashtag Twitter feed throughout the day.

"Blah blaaaaah blah blah."

Chase us!

"Blaaaaaah blaaaaaah BLAAAH."

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Eyeball scrawls: competition judging




The #flashtag writing competition for Chorlton Arts Festival entered its final phase this week. We spent Monday night judging several dozen entrants and we announce the shortlist on Friday.

You learn a lot when judging a competition. This is what I learnt:

1. Words are nice. We don't like it when people use other things like rivers, dead birds and trilbies.

2. Oblong seems to be the shape of choice for paper when submitting to competitions. Four-dimensional entries rarely get far into the judging phase.

3. When reading aloud to other judges, there is no need to mention all the punctuation by name as you go along.

4. It's true. "Story" really doesn't rhyme with anything.

5. A one-to-ten marking system is fine: just remember that "now we summon ye hoardes of hell" is not a number.

6. The three most common themes of short stories are: people doing things; people not doing things; ponies.

7. There is no need to read any of the entries. You can tell by the smell if it's good.

8. When informing an entrant that they have not been successful, it is necessary to go round to their prison cell and hug them intimately for sixteen hours.

9. If you shout out of the window for long enough, a lonely crow will tell you the winner.

10. I maybe ate too much pizza. It has done strange things to my knee. And by knee, I mean brain.

Friction


Creepy Geoff came round, rubbing the teacups and wiping his legs on the door frames again.

We hid the best china in the stair cupboard, but it wasn't long before he was in there, rattling his elbow along the corrugated plastic of the hoover tube.

[read the rest of this in Adropiean Galactic Lego Set Blues]