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Operation Oysterhood: 3 December

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

It snowed in Austria today. Death and the After Parties went into a limited edition reprint. And with the state of disaster extended once again, and the numbers looking as dire as they are, I feel like I will be writing these Oysterhood Diaries forever …

How many days since 27 March …? Mrs Google, what say you?

250!!!

Let that sink in.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: 6 November

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

I am writing with Mozart on my lap – it must be the rain that keeps him indoors, wanting cuddles and attention. Or he knows about my nightmares. Malignant narcissism on full display is quite triggering, so I sometimes wake up screaming. The tangerine tantrums continue. And all we need is a balmy, boring blue to set in. We need rest.

I spent the day editing and researching literary archives. The only interruption was a trip to the printers to pick up the first copies of Death and the After Parties by Joanne Hichens. I delivered them to the Book Lounge for Joanne to sign – thank you to everyone who pre-ordered a copy of the book! We always knew it would look stunning, but the real thing is even better than we’d imagined. I cannot thank Monique enough for all her patience and care in designing the book. It is a beauty! And the content … Please read it. You will no regret it. A brave and beautiful book.

What better way to end the working week than with a dinner with my love at The Hoghouse?

We ate and drank well, as always! And I will be having chocolate-chip cookies with my coffee tomorrow morning. No matter what the night brings! Insomnia and nightmares can be magicked away with chocolate-chip cookies as good as those from The Hoghouse!

I contacted Krystian when I started writing to show him Mozart – he was with Mozart’s sister, Myszka. Feline and human siblings meeting on Skype :)

Mozart is still on my lap. I hope I can get him to stay home tonight and sleep on my bed …

Good night.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: 21 October

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Forthcoming from Karavan Press: FOR EVERYTHING THAT IS POINTLESS AND PERFECT by Stephen Symons, the press’s first poetry collection.

A day of driving around Cape Town from one corner of the city to another: a heartening (as always) visit at Protea Distribution, my local printer (also always a joy), Clarke’s Bookshop and The Book Lounge (ah, bookshops! – where would we be without them?), two banks (sigh), post office (I love my local post office), recovering Cat (twice, but she is doing great!) and I actually managed to send a book to the printers today. Yay.

Still to come this evening: a trial run for tomorrow night’s JLF@Home event: my interview with Gigi Fenster about her striking memoir, FEVERISH. Tune in at 8PM tomorrow and find out how a conversation about Velcro fantasies (!) led to the writing of an amazing book.

The Book Lounge’s Winnie-the-Pooh and I watch the protest march outside the bookshop earlier today …

Yesterday was rough. There was a moment in the day where I felt this deep-seated, numbing fear in the pit of my stomach that I might not be able to fix everything that needed fixing and a dream would have to be given up in the process of at least attempting to do something. But, as always, my family and my love came to the rescue and talked me through everything, offering practical advice and essential help. I soldier on. But only because of my Loved Ones.

I am tired, but I will go to bed with a lighter heart tonight.

Although there are other crushing concerns that are completely out of my control. I watch the pandemic updates in Europe and across the rest of the world with ever-increasing worry. And, locally, in my secular way I pray that our health minister, his wife and all others suffering because of an infection with the coronavirus recover fully and quickly. I do not understand anyone who is not wearing a mask and/or not trying to keep their distance from others as much as it is feasible. I don’t even remember how to wash my hands in any other way than as if I was preparing for a medical operation. I do not want to get sick. I want to continue fully with my life, personal and professional, but in a way that lowers the infection risk to an absolute minimum. And I pray.

Good night.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: 16 October

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

My friend Debbie and I at the Baxter: the opening night of The Outlaw Muckridge. It was simply wonderful to be in a theatre again, part of an audience, immersed in a live performance of the best kind. I might have had one shot of tequila too many afterwards to write coherently about the night (or the day), so here are a few photographs:

The creatives behind The Outlaw Muckridge: Alan Committie, Niall Griffin, Louis Viljoen & John Maytham.

What else? I got a few (brief, masked) hugs tonight – my first hugs (apart form my love’s) since the beginning of lockdown. HUGS!

I go to bed a happy woman, tipsy on theatre, tequila and hugs. Good night.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: 15 October

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Academic, publisher, writer, Ampie Coetzee, passed away earlier today at the age of eighty-one. He was one of André’s dear friends and I spent many enlightening and entertaining hours in his company. I loved the way he always spoke his mind and did not take any nonsense from anybody. Another great of Afrikaans letters is no longer among us. His insights, words, generosity of spirit will remain in many people’s memories. But it is a small consolation when the heart is sore with yet another loss. This year has taken so much. I think of Ampie’s loved ones and tears roll down my cheeks … Rus in vrede, Ampie!

One of Ampie’s literary ventures was the legendary, courageous publishing house, Taurus. Together with John Miles and Ernst Lindenberg, the first book Ampie published under the imprint was Oomblik in die wind (1975, An Instant in the Wind). And they knew that the censor would be watching … The rest is history, as they say.

What I am attempting with Karavan Press is nowhere near as brave or challenging, but I travel in these footsteps, inspired by people like Ampie, André and the friends with whom they went ‘stealing literary horses’.

Strangely fittingly, together with designer/typesetter, Monique Cleghorn, and author, Joanne Hichens, I visited our printer today to discuss book proofs and the finishing touches of covers. Returning home, I held the new book proofs with the already published Karavan Press books in my hands and knew that I was holding dreams transformed into reality. I still don’t know whether Karavan Press has a long-term future. Understandably, book buying is not on many people’s minds right now. But I refuse to give up and will forge ahead and continue dreaming as long as I possibly can.

I was also at Clarke’s Bookshop today to pick up a review copy of a very special book and I ordered a poetry book from them, which I had hoped would have arrived by now, but is still on its way. I also delivered the proofs of another book to the author, who wrote to me afterwards: ‘I am delighted with my book.’ It will be ready for distribution in early November. I am making the official announcement tomorrow. Karavan Press’s first poetry title. First of many – the next one is already in the making. I am thrilled!

I continue dreaming. And cherishing the people who paved the way before me.

‘Ancient paths. New literary journeys …’

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: 14 October

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Beauty in my wild garden.

I slept. That is much more than I can say about the previous night (a complete nightmare). A day of work (again), but a bit quieter, framed by morning and evening visits with my love’s recovering cat, who is feeling better and better and allows me to administer fishy-smelling medication without much fuss while my love is busy working. When I returned home this evening, I sat on my own stoep with Mozart on my lap and we watched (I) / experienced (Mozart, who can’t see) the day settle into the evening.

Traffic is beginning to feel ‘normal’. I was stuck in it twice yesterday and today. Strange after all this time of just driving from one end of Cape Town to another without a care in the world about delays …

A friend who is a regular at my literary salons (suspended since April) called today and we made a joint decision to resurrect the salon. It will be an afternoon garden event with masks and social distancing and whatever else needed by all those willing to attend. Let’s talk books and drink wine together again! The mere idea of it makes me smile.

And last night, the Baxter opened its doors to audiences (yay!!!) with the first preview of The Outlaw Muckridge (written by Louis Viljoen, performed by John Maytham, and directed by Alan Committie). I am attending the premier on Friday and can’t wait!

“A pure act of theatre,” John called the play in a CapeTalk interview with Pippa Hudson.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: 13 October

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

A day of grief. One of my dearest friends suffered a terrible, unexpected loss. It is difficult to imagine. Yesterday in the afternoon, we still corresponded about other challenges that life throws at one, and then in the evening the tragic news of a different kind arrived. Everything seems so fragile right now. There is all this loss everywhere. And helplessness. And so little hope …

Be kind. Please.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: 12 October

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

I have lost count (somewhere along the lockdown). And my marbles (somewhere along the day).

They say that today is the two hundredth day of lockdown. They are probably right.

Monday. One of those days … At some stage, it had me eating peanut butter out of the jar with a table spoon. At another, sitting in desperation under a lamppost outside my house, waiting for Godot. I did not cry, but I was on the verge of tears for most of today.

I will blame it on the hormones. And bad luck.

I woke up just after four full of anxieties and couldn’t get back to sleep.

Topolino had to go in for his annual service. In order to meet the commitments of the day, I borrowed a car. An old car. With a tired battery. It died on me right in the middle of it all. The main reason I needed a car during the day, a professional meeting, was cancelled because of Covid-19 exposure, but I was informed about the cancellation only after I’d sat around a coffee shop for half an hour, hoping that the person would show up (those kind of messages never get to you on time, not on a day like today). I had to take a deep breath and reshuffle the busy schedule.

Picking up proofs printouts from my local printer, I encountered my postman (despite everything, one of two highlights of the day). By then, I had already seen the postcard he’d dropped into my postbox (with a picture of a cow on an Austrian Alm – from my brother, sent in June!) and thanked him for it. We spoke a bit about the post office and both despaired a little bit, but it was just so nice to talk to him.

The professionals I phoned to help me with the dead car battery let me down. When I finally got Topolino back, I tried to revive the battery myself, but Topolino is small, with a small battery, and we just couldn’t manage on our own. Eventually, my Lovely Neighbours came to the rescue, with their powerful car that got the dead one at least into my garage. I don’t know what I would do without these amazing people living next door. I just adore them – the perfect neighbours!

But they have had some sad news, and thinking about it is not easy. These are crazy times. And many of us are vulnerable in ways that are difficult to articulate.

There was more sad news from another dear friend. She is hardly coping with the situation that life has dished up for her. And there isn’t much I can do to help, but I will try to visit her during the weekend. We will go for a walk.

In all of this strange chaos, I bumped into a woman I met a few times a long time ago. She said that she’d read The Fifth Mrs Brink during a very difficult time in her life and the book made her think of love and what she wanted for herself in her life. Reading the book was like a catalyst for change. She is now in a new relationship and a completely different space in her life and she said that my book played a role in the transition. That’s the power of books. And it makes me tear up (in a good way) to think that something I wrote had such a positive impact on a near-stranger. Literature works in mysterious ways.

I am monstrual, beyond tired, and all I want is a bath, my next Bosch novel and a glass of pink wine. I will have to search my empty fridge for proper food, because one can’t live on peanut butter alone.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: Emperor of Clay Rafael Nadal XIII

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Rafael Nadal wins his thirteenth Roland Garros title, his twentieth grand slam title!

“My everyday professional battles might seem insignificant in comparison but they are no less real. Watching tennis in such moments gives me strength to face my own weaknesses. And it was Nadal’s on-court magic that lured me to the sport. When he was out with injuries in 2009, 2012 and 2015, I continued watching and cheering, but something was missing. A healthy and competing Nadal at the top of his game makes my own work easier and more worthwhile. True greatness has the power to inspire beyond its own discipline.”

The Fifth Mrs Brink, p. 109.

We have been in lockdown for TWO HUNDRED days!

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

Operation Oysterhood: 10 October

OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Not the best of nights, but I have been sleeping with Mama TV for soothing background noise for quite a while now again, so I just allowed the TV to do its magic again and return me to the land of dreams when I woke up suddenly in the early morning hours.

The day began with Cats and Harry, and it will end with them, all waiting in bed already. From ten to five, I worked on a manuscript with an author. We just had a brief break for lunch. Then dinner with my love and some catching up with our lives. This is a crazy time for us both, and even though we manage to see each other every day, it is never for long. We need to last in this state for two more weeks, and then this intense period of work will be over and life will go back to a more relaxed pace. (I hope.)

Sweet dreams, Everyone!

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD