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Proof of Pudding

What discerning judges have said about The Coffee Story

'It's been a while since I read a first novel that felt as universally accomplished as Peter Salmon's The Coffee Story' - Toby Litt

'I was constantly intoxicated by a sense of desire & loss' - Jake Arnott

'Wild and raucous... an extraordinarily accomplished debut' - Niall Griffiths

'Reminiscent of Phillip Roth's Everyman. But it's much, much funnier' - Sydney Morning Herald

'An exceptional debut' - Martyn Bedford

Hard Sell

Oxfam Webcam Logjam Jam

Oxfam Webcam

Devoted readers of this site will remember that about a month ago I saw my novel in a charity shop for the first time – The Oxfam in Highgate to be precise. Well, excitingly, today I revisited the shop and was exultant to note that the book remains as it was, with all the fine denizens of that fair city deciding their £3 elsewhere (I suspect the tea and scone deal at High Tea of Highgate across the road may be hoving of some of my custom – well, all of it). As I am now slightly obsessed with how long it will sit there, I took the opportunity to ask the staff if I might set up a small webcam to track its progress. The image at left may look like a still pic, but is in fact a live cam. Do drop back often and see what happens ONLINE at what people are already calling The Oxfam Webcam Logjam Jam!

Hotting Up!

This Could Be You!

The ‘Like Peter Salmon Writer’ facebook competition is hotting up! Only a month to go before I draw five lucky winners of signed copies of The Coffee Story from the people who have liked me! If you haven’t already time is very, very slowly running out. And if you have, one way to minimise your chances of winning is to tell all your friends so they like me too! Be like the woman in the photo, except holding a copy of my book! It’s reasonably exciting!

Wheels of Cheese #2: Pomp. Circumstance.

Rued Langgaard

Rued Langgaard In Happier Times

Like a great many thinking people, one thing I can never get quite enough of is pomp. Whether it’s the solemn pomp of the state funeral, the purple pomp of the pontifical parade, or the sudden pomp of an 1870s sergeant major cresting the hill upon which you’re trying to have a picnic, you get between me and a display of pomp at your peril. So it was not without regret that I chose to forego the Queen’s Jubilee celebrations, with its splendour, its pageantry and its overweening pomp to retire to my bunker, deep beneath the Earth’s surface, in order to investigate further what I will be listening to from the June issue of Gramophone (featuring the brutally handsome classical guitarist Milos Karadaglic on the front cover).

A quick survey reveals the following. I shall be listening to at least one Ring Cycle – Wagner’s probably. I will hear Beethoven’s piano sonatas complete, incomplete, and vaguely scattered across cds as filler material (which is how Beethoven would have wanted it). Not a note of Poulenc’s chamber music will escape my beady ear. I will be left debating the political subtext and compositional ironies of every one of Shostakovich’s string quartets, except the Eighth, which we all know is a lament for the victims of facism and war, unless it isn’t.  I shall, dear God, have to listen to that awful piano concerto of Rachmaninov’s at least twice, without thinking of Geoffrey Rush in the nude even once.

I shall delight in the work of the pretty-much-forgotten Polish contemporary of Chopin, Franciszek Lessel as well as the work of the pretty-much-remembered Chopin himself. (A quick wikipedia search reveals that Lessel’s most famous work, his Fantasie in E minor was dedicated to Cecylia Beydale who was for a time his lover, until they discovered they had the same mother. Which is, apparently, frowned on in Poland, and I think rightly. Chopin never fucked his sister).

Those two redoubtable Scotsmen, Sir Alexander MacKenzie and Sr Hamilton Harty (note to self – Harty is Irish – don’t make the same mistake again) will hove into view carrying me, hopefully, on wings of Celtic song. I will listen to the entire EMI recordings of Jacqueline du Pre, without thinking of Rachel Griffiths in the nude even once (question for further research – do all films about classical music feature nude Australians? And how would one find out?)

Finally, I shall be delving deeply into the oeuvre of the obviously insane (visionary – ed.) Danish composer Rued Langgaard, whose sadly unfinished manifesto Fremtidens Frelser og Jesu musikalske Selskab (The Saviour of the Future and the Musical Society of Jesus) attempted to reconcile the demands of art and the church. Hence unfinished, what with, you know, the demands.

It’s going to be quite a long year.