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- Herausgeber: The Emma Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: The Emma Press Prose Pamphlets
- Sprache: Englisch
Each day of 2015 Jan Carson wrote a short story on the back of a postcard and mailed it to a friend. Each of these tiny stories was inspired by an event, an overheard conversation, a piece of art or just a fleeting glance of something worth thinking about further. In this collection of highlights, Carson presents a panoramic view of contemporary Belfast – its streets, coffee shops, museums and airports – through a series of small but perfectly formed snapshots of her home.
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Postcard Stories
OTHERTITLESFROMTHEEMMAPRESS
PROSEPAMPHLETS
First fox, by Leanne Radojkovich
Me and My Camera, by Malachi O’Doherty (Nov ’17)
The Secret Box, by Daina Tabūna (Nov ’17)
POETRYPAMPHLETS
Dragonish, by Emma Simon
Pisanki, by Zosia Kuczyńska
Who Seemed Alive & Altogether Real, by Padraig Regan
Paisley, by Rakhshan Rizwan
POETRYANTHOLOGIES
Urban Myths and Legends: Poems about Transformations
The Emma Press Anthology of the Sea
This Is Not Your Final Form: Poems about Birmingham
The Emma Press Anthology of Aunts
POETRYBOOKSFORCHILDREN
Falling Out of the Sky: Poems about Myths and Monsters
Watcher of the Skies: Poems about Space and Aliens
Moon Juice, by Kate Wakeling
The Noisy Classroom, by Ieva Flamingo
THEEMMAPRESSPICKS
Malkin, by Camille Ralphs
DISSOLVE to: L.A., by James Trevelyan
The Dragon and The Bomb, by Andrew Wynn Owen
Meat Songs, by Jack Nicholls
Bezdelki, by Carol Rumens
For Margaret and Diane, my two favourite readers
THEEMMAPRESS
First published in Great Britain in 2017 by the Emma Press Ltd
Text copyright © Jan Carson 2017
Illustrations copyright © Benjamin Phillips 2017
All rights reserved.
The right of Jan Carson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
ISBN 978-1-910139-68-4
A CIP catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library.
Printed and bound in Great Britain
by TJ International, Padstow.
The Emma Press
theemmapress.com
Birmingham, UK
‘Your life, so full of people you can hardlybelieve it will ever end.’
From ‘One Hundred Characters’, a story by Sam Allingham from his collection The Great American Songbook (A Strange Object, 2016)
Contents
WEEK 1 – Portballintrae Harbour
WEEK 2 – Albert Bridge, Belfast
WEEK 3 – Botanic Avenue, Belfast
WEEK 4 – Belfast International Airport
WEEK 5 – Lower Newtownards Road, Belfast
WEEK 6 – Cathedral Quarter, Belfast
WEEK 7 – Ulster Hall, Belfast
WEEK 8 – Armagh
WEEK 9 – Whiteabbey
WEEK 10 – Bedford Street, Belfast
WEEK 11 – Queen’s Film Theatre, Belfast
WEEK 12 – The Sunflower Bar, Belfast
WEEK 13 – East Belfast
WEEK 14 – Botanic Avenue, Belfast
WEEK 15 – Albertbridge Road, Belfast
WEEK 16 – Belmont Road, East Belfast
WEEK 17 – Newtownards Road, East Belfast
WEEK 18 – Holywood Road, East Belfast
WEEK 19 – Queen’s Film Theatre, Belfast
WEEK 20 – Dunadry
WEEK 21 – Belmont Road, East Belfast
WEEK 22 – Donegal Square, Belfast
WEEK 23 – Botanic Avenue, Belfast
WEEK 24 – Botanic Avenue, Belfast
WEEK 25 – Ulster Hall, Belfast
WEEK 26 – Catalyst Arts, Belfast
WEEK 27 – Albertbridge Road, Belfast
WEEK 28 – Belmont Road, East Belfast
WEEK 29 – Linenhall Street, Belfast
WEEK 30 – Botanic Avenue, Belfast
WEEK 31 – Ikea, Belfast
WEEK 32 – Dublin Road, Belfast
WEEK 33 – Salt Island, Strangford Lough
WEEK 34 – Ulster Hall, Belfast
WEEK 35 – Ballymena
WEEK 36 – Knocknagoney, East Belfast
WEEK 37 – Donegal Square, Belfast
WEEK 38 – Cathedral Quarter, Belfast
WEEK 39 – Holywood
WEEK 40 – Ulster Hall, Belfast
WEEK 41 – Sydenham Drive, East Belfast
WEEK 42 – Bedford Street, Belfast
WEEK 43 – Belmont Road, East Belfast
WEEK 44 – Belmont Tower, East Belfast
WEEK 45 – Victoria Square, Belfast
WEEK 46 – Botanic Avenue, Belfast
WEEK 47 – Ulster Hall, Belfast
WEEK 48 – Ulster Museum, Belfast
WEEK 49 – Donegal Square, Belfast
WEEK 50 – Linenhall Street, Belfast
WEEK 51 – Ormeau Road, Belfast
WEEK 52 – St George’s Market, Belfast
Acknowledgements
About the author
About the illustrator
About the Emma Press
Other Emma Press pamphlets
Postcard Stories
Week 1 – January 1st 2015
PORTBALLINTRAE HARBOUR
Susan Fetherston
Every New Year’s at midday we meet at the harbour and cast our ghosted bodies into the sea. We are no longer seventeen and, over the years, have progressed from last night’s underwear to trunks and t-shirts and, finally, oil-sleek wetsuits, straining to contain our spreading guts. Like soldiers returning from the Front we are fewer with each passing year. This morning we are two – and a handful of bemused children sheltering beneath their anorak hoods.
Afterwards, shivering, we say ‘Same time, next year?’ and mean, as our fathers must once have meant, ‘All good things must come to an end, even the sea.’
Week 2 – January 9th 2015
ALBERT BRIDGE, BELFAST
Tiffany Sahib
January 9th and every third person over the Albert Bridge is running. The marathon looms like the hope of Heaven or Judgement Day. Some are slick as river fish, in all their proper gear. Others make do with tracksuit bottoms and shirts occasionally slept in. The worst lack all conviction. They move from one mile to two, flat-footed in Converse hi-tops, their feet flip-flopping past the station and the market. From a distance they are pedestrian-slow. Up close they have the look of women who return library books half-finished. The noise of them running is the last hand of the applause parting as it cups the silence.
Week 3 – January 18th 2015
BOTANIC AVENUE, BELFAST
Helen Crawford
In the window of Oxfam a volunteer is undressing a red-haired mannequin. Embarrassed, or perhaps complicit, the mannequin looks upwards and to the right, her eyes painted aquarium blue. Her mouth is beginning to peel.
A volunteer lifts her dress gently and slips it over the place where the leg section slots into the torso. A gap the width of an HB pencil circles her hips like a low-slung belt. The volunteer is careful not to upset her further. Upwards then, over a navel-less belly, breasts set and coloured like two pale brown eggs.
‘Easy does it,’ he says, as he begins to negotiate her neck.
