We ARE all Jock Tamson’s Bairns.

The first review is in. And thank you very much Bill Kirton for the comments – which have now been splashed all over everywhere I can think of (due to this FREE ebook not being available in the land of Amazon and thus incapable of garnering ‘reviews’ there.)

Jock Tamson's Bairns - Cally PhillipsGuerrilla Midgie Press has now published JOCK TAMSON’S BAIRNS in its entirety and it will be available FREE FOR ALL during the Edinburgh ebook festival (August 12th -25th) We host a residency there in the second week. 

Here’s Bill’s review which hopefully will encourage you to seek it out in the GOODY BAG of the ebook festival.  If you can’t wait till then, you can download it now here 

JOCK TAMSON’S BAIRNS 


When you read this book, be prepared to think; not in any heavy, academic, pretentious way, just gently, quietly, reasonably. Be prepared, too, to re-examine how you use words and how you look at (and judge) other people. That doesn’t mean it’s some worthy, ‘improving’ tome, couched in arcane philosophical or psychological terms. On the contrary, it’s a careful, uncomplicated invitation for us to take a wee step back from our assumptions, the everyday attitudes we carry, the loose way we use language. It challenges the way we create compartments, chop reality into manageable chunks, box them up and label them, even though some chunks shouldn’t be in the same box and most labels are at best inadequate and at worst wrong.

And the problem inherent in such an approach is exacerbated when what we’re dealing with is not abstract ‘chunks of reality’ but people. Cally Phillips has worked a lot with people with ‘learning difficulties’. (The need to use quotation marks around apparently familiar, ‘normal’ terms is obvious from the early pages of the book.) The expression ‘learning difficulties’ has (thankfully) evolved from ‘mental retardation’ and worse because nowadays we try to be careful of the terms we use. There’s certainly been progress, but there’s still an underlying assumption that, because most of us ‘feel normal’, those who are different must be ‘abnormal’. But, as the author points out, the people who’ve decided what ‘normal’ means are – yes, you’ve guessed it – the ‘normal’ ones. ‘Normal’ isn’t a hard scientific fact; it’s a consensus.

So, we assess ‘disadvantaged’ individuals, judge them, stick labels on them so that we can accommodate them in a specially designated bit of our reality. They are ‘other’. And now we’ve dealt with them, so we can ignore them. But that doesn’t work for the author here. She doesn’t keep quiet, doesn’t look away, doesn’t hide behind the labels and attitudes provided by others. She’s honest and says what she sees. And she chooses to use a very clearly fact-based fiction to show that the category ‘abnormal’ is as rich, varied and human as its ‘normal’ counterpart and that, however we refine the labels we stick on people, they’re still restrictive and misleading.

But everything I’ve said is outlined much more simply and accessibly in the introduction. Her style is friendly, conversational and honest and, when we move to what she describes as ‘fictional stories based on factual experience’, she continues to draw us into her revelations by creating characters and situations which, yes, underline the message but are also moving, funny and entertaining. In her own words, she’s ‘respect[ing] the real-life experience of the people whose lives [she’s] fictionalised’ in order to ‘teach insight for those of us who so badly need it’.

The first story is called Gary gets to be God and there’s a beautiful irony in the title.

Gary is blind, doesn’t talk, can’t hear very well, so communication is limited. He also shuffles along on his bottom. He drools, squeaks when he’s happy and screams when he’s unhappy. For us ‘normal’ people his behaviour is ‘challenging’, there are ‘incidents’, ‘reports’. It all fits a convenient pattern doesn’t it? Why can’t he be more like us? Why can’t he be ‘normal’? Cally Phillips answers that with her own question, one which acknowledges that Gary’s ‘normality’ is different. ‘Can you imagine having to move around shuffling through the dark on your bum,’ she asks, ‘without the ability to tell someone what you want or know what’s round the corner?’

But, in a group improvisation, with the theme of ‘where do you want to go?’, poor, powerless Gary gets to be God. It’s a beautifully orchestrated story with a poignant ending.

The other three stories work in similar ways. In Jonjo Can’t Sit Still, Jonjo has Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (which we all glibly shorten to ADHD and assume that the label ‘explains’ things). The impact of this story comes from the fact that Jonjo tells it himself and so we get access to his normality, which turns out to be as legitimate as ours. Philips lets him ‘explain himself’ by using a combination of his own impulses and the language other people use about him. The writing is very clever as we see the logic, the ‘normality’ of how his mind works, of how he interprets/understands expressions. He loves to run and he’s ‘an accident waiting to happen’, so he runs, a car hits him and the accident has happened. Why did it happen? ‘There is no reason to an accident’ he says. His father uses the expression ‘you’ve hit the nail on the head’ so when he tells a doctor ‘I have low self-esteem’ and sees from her facial expression that he’s surprised her, he says ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit the nail on the head’.

Philips helps us to share the world as he sees it. He’s sensitive to clichés, to what others say and think. And he loves to run. So the ‘normal’ people give him Ritalin to slow him down. Then comes his first accident and he’s on crutches for a while, which allows him to share another insight. ‘Crutches slowed me down a bit,’ he says, ‘but Ritalin slows me down on the inside too and crutches only slowed me down on the outside’.

I’m doing too much story-telling, but it’s simply to illustrate how the fictions are so carefully tailored to enhance the central message with regard to the tyranny of labels. The central figures of the other two stories, Heather and Angus, have different problems again and give more examples of how badly they’re served by our preconceptions and how the differences between us and them blind us to the similarities. We are, indeed, all Jock Tamson’s Bairns – not equal, no, not by a long way, but all the same, all individuals with our idiosyncrasies and gifts, flaws and beauties. In the last part of the book, we see the fictional ‘No Labels’ drama group improvising again, interacting. All its members have ‘difficulties’, but the improvisations impose no restrictions. They can be who they are and the results show that who they are is valid. In fact, the improvisations sound like much more positive ways to pass the time than watching TV or indulging in all the other herd activities that constitute normality for the majority of ‘normals’. These are lives being lived, individuals with their own precious selves, all different, all valuable.

Labels are supposed to identify; in fact, they obscure.

Bill Kirton

Packing (and writing) for the festival.

festwelcomeGuerrilla Midgie Press are hosting an advocacy residency in week 2 of the Edinburgh ebook festival. (August 19th -23rd) The quick witted amongst you will note that this is the 2nd outing for ‘Learning Disability week’ – the one endorsed by Mencap in England (for more on that read past posts).

In advance of the residency we’ve been trying to raise awareness and garner opinion regarding some of our work. It’s a tough row to hoe getting feedback.  But recently both A Week With No Labels and Jock Tamson’s Bairns have been given thoughtful and honest appraisals by writers Bill Kirton and Lee Carrick.  The fact that both of these are fellow ‘McVoices’ writers does not escape me. McVoices is a relatively new ‘collective’ which seeks to ‘advocate’ for writers who fall outside of (or haven’t scrambled into) the publishing mainstream.

About A Week with No Labels Lee writes:

Cally Phillips has much more eloquently opened our eyes to the power that language, generalisations or stereotypical labels can have on the person or persons to which they are directed.

And

Blenchod or Gan Lin Yan will more than likely mean nothing to most of us but say these words in the wrong country and to the wrong person and you are likely to cause serious offense or possibly even a fight. (Don’t bother looking them up, just trust me they are offensive).

To the average person they are just words that have little or no meaning. Cally Phillips has much more eloquently opened our eyes to the power that language, generalisations or stereotypical labels can have on the person or persons to which they are directed.

And

Cally entices us and occasionally gives us a gentle prod to think about how we generalise people in our society who might be deemed ‘disabled’ or have ‘learning difficulties’ rather than simply seeing them as another individual in this world of 7 billion individuals.

There is no doubt that Cally is an accomplished writer who is skilled at building a wonderfully entertaining story around an infrastructure that is serious, thought provoking and of the zeitgeist.

For the full review read here

And about Jock Tamson’s Bairns Bill writes:

It challenges the way we create compartments, chop reality into manageable chunks, box them up and label them, even though some chunks shouldn’t be in the same box and most labels are at best inadequate and at worst wrong.

And in case you’re worried it’s all too worthy for this world, he adds:

Her style is friendly, conversational and honest and, when we move to what she describes as ‘fictional stories based on factual experience’, she continues to draw us into her revelations by creating characters and situations which, yes, underline the message but are also moving, funny and entertaining. In her own words, she’s ‘respect[ing] the real-life experience of the people whose lives [she’s] fictionalised’ in order to ‘teach insight for those of us who so badly need it’.

For the full review read here

Both writers pick up on the importance of ‘language’ and its use.  The hint is there that part of the way we construct our world and everything in it is through the language we use. The Guerrilla Midgie contention is that therefore we can use language as a weapon to change the world. And this will be central to the residency.  We hope to see you there.  Previews begin on 1st August so bookmark it NOW 

Answers to some (or all) of the following questions may be given. Or not.

What’s the point?

Why is no one listening?

How can you get people to listen?

How can you change things if you’re not a celebrity?

What do the Dalai Lama and Anita Roddick have in common?

How can you voice the unvoiced?

Can we use words to change the world?

It’s hard to be a foot soldier…

… especially when the sun is shining.

Guerrilla Midgie is hosting an advocacy residency at the 2nd Edinburgh ebook festival in August and at the moment busy writing and scheduling those slots. Which doesn’t leave a lot of time for anything else but today’s Authors Electric blog by Julia Jones was a must read. http://authorselectric.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/why-do-you-flap-your-hands-in-front-of.html

It gave pause for thought. It left something of a bitter aftertaste and it caused no small amount of reflection.  The conclusion of which (at least for now) is that it’s really hard to be a foot soldier.

Is it wrong to be just that eensy weensy bit pissed off when you’ve been ‘banging the drum’ for autism and learning disability related issues for well over 18 months (in print) and many years before that in person and you can’t get noticed, and then David Mitchell (because he’s well known and has a son with autism) ‘steals your thunder’?

Well, yes, of course in one way that’s got to be really bad karma hasn’t it? I mean, autism isn’t (or shouldn’t) be a fashion statement or a marketing angle or the new Fifty Shades of Grey. And on reflection the chagrin felt at Guerrilla Midgie is really only that same feeling that started us up as an advocacy publisher in the first place.

The uncomfortable reality that WHEN SOMEONE WHO HAS POWER,INFLUENCE OR ACCESS TO THE WIDE WORLD says something people listen (and buy) and when someone who is just a foot soldier says the same things no one is interested (at best) or at worst they just get SHOT.

Remember our formation/mission statement: When the Dalai Lama or Anita Roddick say that one small person can make a difference everyone listens. When one small person says it no one listens.  Conclusion. You have to be a big person to get listened to.

It’s not a personal peeve then. It’s not ‘someone likes their writing better than my writing’ or anything as childish as that. It’s just another day in the trenches where the mud comes over your boots. But the sun is shining because at least more people will become aware of autism now.  And that’s the main thing.

It’s a bit of a motivational downer though. But I’m sure I’ll bounce back. There’s something much sadder in the trenches after all. My friend John, who used to ‘flap his hands’ and  ‘love to jump’ then fell and broke his neck. If he can stay happy, then sure as hell we can keep advocating his story and those of other foot soldiers.

If you DO want to read about learning disability FOR FREE while you’re waiting for your amazon copy of Naoki’s ‘The Reason I jump…’ Here’s how you can do it.

Download the FREE sampler of Jock Tamson’s Bairns. YES it’s still free even though Learning Disability week is over.

Read the FREE story Angus isn’t interested? HERE

or Read Heather Holds my Hand HERE

And if you do read them… why not tell other people.  Spread a wee cold if not a full blown virus why don’t you? In a good way!