Author Archives: Alison

First paddle of the year!

Lachine canalAfter 7 months of paddle-deprivation, I have made it back on the water! A 5 km evening dash up and down the Lachine canal in a lime green Necky Chatham16 (seems appropriate) rented from H2O Adventures. Good seat fit and width, grips for the knees, and stable. It has been too long, though: I was back to taking the usual 30 minutes to wear out all the wrong muscles before my paddling style kicked in. Up the canal against current and stiff breeze (which according to the marine forecast was supposed to have died down). Down the canal with current and no breeze (funny how that happens). Old warehouses and factories. Green patches and parky-bits still with a bit of brown and yellow winter scruffiness. Disagreeably much litter, in amongst the grasses. New condos, condo conversions and bridges. A sight of ‘the mountain’ between warehouses, and of downtown Montreal past the Atwater market. I just got a couple of photos: the sun was behind the buildings and shining almost directly across the canal. Wildlife consisted of red-winged blackbirds chiming in from the grasses along the water’s edge. Cyclists and roller-bladers whipping along the paths on either side. One police car, which stopped to take a gander just as I was drifting sideways down the canal, resting, so I straightened up and paddled right. It was, as I said, about a 5 km round-trip, but evidently it’s possible, and allowed, to shoulder one’s boat, portage around the lock, and carry on. So that’s a paddle for another day! I have a little list …

Darkborn, out tomorrow

The official publication date for Darkborn is tomorrow, and I have finally got the page on line at my website, although the complete redesign I had been working on is still … being worked on. My love of bold design is at war with a cautious austerity born of knowledge of my own artistic limitations. Plus, after some two years of writing from the perspective of characters who do not see as we do, and therefore obliged to forego my usual repertoire of colour-words and visual references, I find cycling through Xaos fractals and tiling background patterns quite hypnotic.

And the website redesign – with transfer to a more modern CMS (probably WordPress) – is competing with revisions to Lightborn, incubation of Shadowborn, revisions to a technical document, and readings in Bayesian analysis. Plus the random sleet of particles of inspiration that seem to be particularly intense when I have things I must get on with … and the fact that spring has finally arrived, and the waters have thawed.

Piper Alpha, on Radio 4

On July 6, 1988, just before 10 pm, a gas explosion aboard the North Sea oil Rig Piper Alpha ignited a fire that became an inferno fueled by oil and gas pumped by two other rigs upstream in the production line. One hundred and sixty seven men died, including two from a rescue boat, almost before those outside the rig took measure of the catastrophe. Only 59 men survived, some of whom did so by jumping into the sea from heights of up to 175 feet.

Members of my family were living in Scotland at the time of the disaster; they spoke of the profound collective shock. I arrived in Leeds in time to follow Lord Cullen’s inquiry. Last July, 20 years after the disaster, BBC Radio 3 broadcast a riveting, damning, impeccably constructed documentary drama based upon the testimonies and findings of the inquiry. This week, the play is being repeated on BBC Radio 4.

It begins with the explosion of the gas line and ends 90 minutes later as the accommodation block, where most of the remaining men had been trapped, falls into the sea. A narrator – the only female voice in the production that needfully consists entirely of male voices – is the voice of the chorus, providing technical detail and essential context, as the play overlays dialogue from the inquest upon by-the-minute dramatization of the experiences of several men who survived as well as key exchanges between the operators of the other rigs, the crews of pilot and rescue boats, and executives and rescue organizations on shore. And it works, without a moment of confusion and a wasted word. Though I have no doubt that there are controversies and arguments about what exactly happened when and where, and simplification is inevitable; it is, after all, a dramatization. Compelling as a tragedy, for we all know the end. Fascinating as an examination of systems failure, communications failure, unheeded warnings and flawed human decision-making in an information void. (Not only oil and gas, but communications flowed through Piper Alpha, and very shortly after the first explosion, the communications centre was destroyed and the upstream rigs ceased to have any communications with Piper, each other, or the head office on shore. All they had was a mayday, a horizon lit up with fire and explosions. Disbelief, and a miscue by a pressure-guage, led to an hour-long delay in shutting down the flow of fuel to the fire.) And impressive in the way it weaves together narrative, multi-viewpoint action, reflection and analysis.

The acting is very fine, from the subtle shadings of compassion and force in Lord Cullen’s portrayal, through the strain and chagrin of the managers and executives facing his questions, to the actors portraying the men themselves, both within the inferno and as they recollect what they did, saw, and survived. Even the sound-effects, superb and intermittedly frightening, merely augmented the impact of voices and dialogue. The play is available until next Saturday afternoon (GMT).

Updates over at SFF net

Oh shame, shame, when a website update is worthy of a blog post. It’s been far too long. But the forbearing people at SFF.net have reinstated my SFF.net page after I let my payment method expire, so I took the opportunity to update, do a minor restyling, clean up some CSS and dust off a couple of older pages. More to be done, later. I am again convinced that some twisted minds are behind CSS positioning.