Invitation to all my British readers

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“Our culture is one in which love is sacrificed to material gain, leading to a global epidemic of mood and behavioural disorders and, of course, to suicide. My daughter’s birth inspired me to write a book that shows us how to recover our capacity for intimacy, starting with the way we love our children.”

You are invited to join me and the cracking team at Pinter and Martin for the UK launch of Mama: Love, Motherhood and Revolution. I will be giving a talk and taking questions, followed by a book signing and drinks. Tickets are GBP10 – included, a copy of Mama (rrp GBP11.99). There will also be some thrilling media coverage, but more on that soon!

Do come, and bring your friends. It would be so wonderful to see you there.

TIME
7:30pm

DATE
Monday, July 13, 2015

RSVP
T. 020 7737 6868

ADDRESS
6 Effra Parade
London SW2 1PS

Mama: Love, Motherhood and Revolution

Last weekend, Mama: Love, Motherhood and Revolution made the front page of The Sunday Times in London – just as a couple of mentions in a broader piece about the world’s greatest birth visionary, Michel Odent, admittedly, but still. The Telegraph in London also ran the piece, and The Australian published an excerpt. And then this was published in The South China Morning Post today, so I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. The public debate begins.

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My new baby

I was reeling from a severe head-cold – the usual upper respiratory catastrophe involving a disturbing depression in my forehead (infected sinus), antibiotics, and so on – when a heavy parcel arrived. I plonked it on the dining table and, having loudly blown my nose, opened it and squeaked. A lot. And then I blew my nose again. The book is so beautiful.

Thick, smooth, sustainable paper (Martin, thank you).

A rapturous design (Anders, I love you).

A long, long foreword by Michel Odent (merci, cher Michel).

Luxuriously long interviews with Gabor Mate, Laura Markham, Steve Biddulph, Lysa Parker, Tom Hodgkinson, the late, great Sheila Kitzinger and many others.

My essays on a lot of things – love, sex, marriage, loss, motherhood, fatherhood, culture.

Bethesda’s first byline.

And updated with a fat new introductory essay and a fat new afterword.

So here it is, from me to you: Mama – Love, Motherhood and Revolution.

Orders taken here.
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Letter to my British best friend’s daughter

My Lovely One,

You write, “It’s not that there is anything wrong with anything, I’m just going through this weird thing. It’s hard to explain. I’ve always been really into reading, but over the past year I’ve begun to get really really obsessive over books and stories and anything that doesn’t exist, and I’ve started reading everywhere: in class, when I’m supposedly hanging out with my friends, all night, EVERYWHERE!! And it’s started to really hit me just how insanely boring life is, because I’m probably never going to converse with dragons, or make life-threatening deals with demons, or find out I’m secretly a shadowhunter, or be turned into any species of downworlder, or fight a bald noseless evil guy, or anything mildly exciting. I’m just gonna finish attending a boring school, go to college, become a form of artist, yada yada yada, without even riding a broomstick or running from a single vampire. So yes, I guess I’m just bored.”

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I so wanted to embrace you when I read these words, because you don’t yet understand that adulthood is all about conversing with dragons, making life-threatening deals with demons, running from vampires, and finding out that you’re really a shadowhunter.

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Dragons and vampires and demons come in all forms – in the shape of lawyers and mothers-in-law and ex-husbands and bus-drivers and reflexologists. You just have to look a little harder to discern, beneath the face-lifts and layers of small talk, the fangs, red eyes and forked tongues.

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Boredom isn’t an option when you’re dealing with demons and vampires and dragons in adulthood, and the only possible solution is to be a shadowhunter.

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The evil you fight may not be bald and noseless, but you will fight it nonetheless, and there will be tears and pain and all those unfun things that come with fights with evil, and you will feel everything that Harry and Ron and Hermione felt and so very much more (including the realisation that the best possible author for this life would be Enid Blyton and not Cassandra Clare, because Blyton is all about strawberries and lemonade on sunny afternoons and Clare trades in disintegration and suffering and exclusivity, which grows old real fast in adulthood).

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I’ve been watching House of Cards, a beautifully written and acted series about evil in the guise of vanity, pride and ambition. The show reminds me of Roy Cohn’s quote from Angels in America, my very favourite play: “This is gastric juices churning, this in enzymes and acids, this is intestinal is what this is, bowel movement and blood-red meat, this stinks, this is politics, Joe, the game of being alive.” You may watch House of Cards and think it’s boring, but it’s not at all – it’s about dragons and vampires and demons in a different dimension, if one in which justice reigns.

“Justice?” you ask. “You call this justice – this boring world of school and work and politics?”

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I do. Death is just in that it comes for all of us, whereas in the universes created by Clare et al, death is punitive in essence, or the hallmark of the weak. But death isn’t ever punitive, not really. I suppose it sometimes seems punitive just for want of variety – how tedious it would be if we all died in bed – but it’s just death: nothing more, nothing less. The one really great thing about this life is that all the evil you will confront will one day die, and then you can dance on its grave and write its epitaph in glorious detail, which will, of course, be a great deal of fun.

Or paint it, as you undoubtedly will. Think of Hieronymus Bosch or Francisco Goya. Start from there. Or maybe you’ll start painting them before they die. Why not?

Remember one thing: truth will always out. Always. And part of that truth is this: life is a fantastic adventure, all of it, even when it doesn’t seem to be any kind of adventure at all. Like Edmond Dantès, you may merely be in the Château d’If chapter of your life, seemingly without hope. That kind of bleakness feeds not only art, but wisdom, as does evil in the end.

Above and below, photographs of Bethesda, who is, as you know, only nine. She is years away from confronting her Château d’If chapter, but it will come. In the interim, she finds dragons and demons and faeries everywhere. Like you, she reads all the time – everything from J K Rowling to Charles Dickens and political pamphlets (this election, she forced me to vote Green). She thinks of me as her moon and stars, but it is she who has brought magic to my life and not the other way around; she just doesn’t get that yet. And you have done the same for your father, whom you saved from the Château d’If chapter of his life, although you may not know that.

So, you see, you’re already a hero; you just have to change the way you perceive your life. And if you still can’t see the dragons and vampires and demons, call Camila Batmanghelidjh’s crew and ask if you can volunteer there teaching or helping with art. You’ll hear about all manner of dragons and vampires and demons there, I promise, and you’ll have a lot of fun, besides.

If there is one thing I know, it is this: your life is going to be so rich and textured that one day, you will – however briefly – wish you’d settled for the colour-by-numbers prism of school and work and politics. But then a broomstick will land beside you, and you’ll be off.

My love to you,
Antonella

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Terry Richardson is nothing in comparison

In between teaching Bethesda about seven-digit subtractions and Mayan art this afternoon, I pulled on a frock and applied mascara and lip gloss. We then had a lot of fun taking pictures. (Bethesda loves photography, and has been practising making stop-motion films and documentaries.) This is one of the resulting shots, and – somewhat aptly – I’ve decided to run it as my author shot in Mama: Love, Motherhood and Revolution. The credit? All hers.

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My Bethesda

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- e. e. cummings

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