Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Winter by Patrick Ross-Ross

Copyright © 2010 Patrick Ross-Ross

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The Age of Steam by Patrick Ross-Ross

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Wednesday, November 03, 2010

fyr utanför Sandhamn

(I am thinking about writing a couple of folk tunes with titles taken from interesting places in the Stockholm Archipelago - this is one of the first of them)

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Seventh

The Seventh Elegy (from Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke)

Appeals no more; appeals aren't the nature of adult calls.
Your voice could produce the pure bird sounds --
what he sings when the season -- the rising -- is lifting him, almost forgetting
that he is also a worried creature and not just a solitary heart,
which is thrown far into the clear skies of an intimate heaven. Like him, yet,
you appeal all the same, and woo --, that, still unnoticed,
a female friend became aware of you, and silently, a response from within
slowly was woken and through her listening warmed, --
your emboldened ardor her smouldering feelings.

O, spring would get it --, there is not a village,
that does not carry the tone of this message. First, that
uncertain intonation, which, with increasing silence,
a pure, confident day will besiege wide and far.
Then, stepping onwards and upwards, shouts of stairs, approaching what
seems to be a temple in some imagined future --; then trills, fountains,
that give themselves away, to the promised fall
of the playing jet.... And before them all, summer.

Not just all the mornings of summer --, or only
how they change themselves into midday, beaming of beginnings.
Not just the days, who are smiling around the flowers, and higher up,
among the topiary trees, seem strong and mighty.
Not the devotion of such deciduous or evergreen powers,
not the highways, or just the meadows at dusk,
not, after a late afternoon's thunder, that breathing purity,
not the approaching sleep and a notion of something, at dusk...
but also the nights! Also the high nights of summer,
also the stars, the stars of an earthly night.
O, once deceased and knowing them eternally,
all the stars: because how, how, how can you forget them!

See, I called my beloved. But not just she alone
came... There came from fragile, weakened tombs
young women, risen... Because, how can I mute it,
how, my thus resounding call? The sunken still are
seeking open air forever. -- Hear, children: that, which once
moved some of us to tears, might come to many more.
Do not believe, that fate is more than clouds formed in your childhood;
how often you overtook the beloved, breathing out,
breathing, after the joyful round, into the open and free.

Being here is wonderful. You knew this, maidens, even you,
who seemingly gave it up, fell down --, you, in the most cursed
alleys and corners, fed, and fading in garbage.
For every being there is an hour, though perhaps not even
a full hour, an immeasurably short period of history, caught
between two moments --, when it is a being
and has life. Everything. Has veins full of being.
However, so easy left behind, what laughing neighbour
refuses to envy us or recognize. In sight, raised up,
would we like it, though our most visible happiness will
materialize before us, first, when we transform it within.

Nowhere, my love, is any world created, like within. Our
lives are lost and spent in transformation. Always shrinking,
the external soon ceases to exist. Where once a rugged house stood,
mental images are breaking forth, across conceptual borders, though
as if they were still based entirely in a brain.
And the zeitgeist is creating vast areas of power stations, formless
like the high energy, which it draws from everyone and all.
The zeitgeist knows no sacred ground. This abundance, of the heart,
we harbour in more secret spaces. Yes, where still a little is left of it,
something once worshipped, kneeled before and served --,
this temple, as it is, already is moving into hiding.
Many are unable to notice, and without the advantage,
that they may build it within, now, with pillars and statues, expanding!

Every obscure revolution of the world brings such poor unconnected beings,
those not belonging to earlier stages, and not yet held by future.
For even the next stage is too far away for a human. Us should
this not confuse; it strengthens in us the ability to preserve
a still recognizable character. -- This one stood among humans, once,
took the stand for destiny, within the denying, in the middle of
Destination Unknown he stood, like a being, and he bent
stars to him from the secured heavens. Angel,
to you I now present it, here! in your view,
it stands as saved at last, now upright takes its place.
Columns, pylons, the Sphinx, the ambitious upraising of it,
grey through this city's decay or polluted from afar, this cathedral.

Was it not a miracle? O, astonishment, angel, over our being,
over us, o tremendous power, so tell it, that we were able to do it, my breath
cannot spread the rumour enough. Thus we have not, in spite of it all,
neglected the premises, these warranting rooms, these
our premises. (How frightfully vast they must be,
when millennia upon millennia of fluent feelings have not flooded them yet.)
But one tower was tall, surely it was? O, angel, so it was, --
tall, even compared to you? Chartres was great --, and music
reached even higher and exceeded our heights. However, even
just a lover -- o, alone at the nightly window....
reaching your knee, did she not --?
Think not, that I am appealing.
Angel, and if I should do it! You would not come. For my
call is always based on departure; against such powerful
currents you cannot advance. Like an outstretched arm
is my call. And the hand, held open
to catch from above,
remains in your presence
an open sign, as warning and defence,
uncatchable one, high above.

(work in progress translation from German to English by Maria Ljungdahl, Sweden, 4-6 juli 2010)

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Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Translation in progress

(work in progress - will be updated as new lines are added to the translation)

The Third Elegy, from The Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke:

One thing is, to hail your love. Quite another, alas,
to bail out every living river deity of the blood.
The one she knows from a distance, her young man, what does he know
himself about the Lord of Desire, who often through lonely hours,
before maiden became mistress, and as if the girl did not exist,
o, dripping with God knows what, raised the idol,
calling up the night for God knows how long, to uproar.
O, the inherent Neptune, o his gruesome trident.
O, the dark wind of his bosom through the winding Triton.
Hark, as the night is sliding down and turning. Is it true,
stars, that your primordial attraction towards light
has led to his desire to be in the beloved's sight? Does he not
perceive the reason for this inner night, and sees
the pure truth of her face, in this milky flood of galactic purity?

It was not for you, alas, and not his mother, that
his eyebrows rose and bent in bows of expectation.
Not with you, his tender darling, not with you,
bowed his lips then to more fertile prayer. Do
you really think, it was your light steps forward now
that shook his soul, you, who walk like early breeze?
Sure, you scared his heart; much older heartaches
scared him through and through, just by your touch.
And summon him... you cannot call him back from such obscure community.
Freely he wants to come, breaks out; relieved gets used to stay
inside your secret heart and brings himself, begins himself.
Then, did he begin himself?
Mother, _you_ could make him tiny, you were the starter of him;
to you was he new, you bent the friendly world as an arc
over the new eyes, and sent away the strange.
Where, o where, are those days, when you appeared to simply
manage surging chaos for him behind your slender figure?
Many things were hidden to him; the nightly-suspicious bedroom --
you made it harmless, from your heart filled with safety
you added humanity in that night room of his.
Never in darkness, no, in your closer presence
you placed the night light, which shone as in friendship.
Never a creaking, that you did not smiling explain,
so it seemed you expected it, knew in advance _when_ a sound would enter...
And he listened with relief. So much power was in your
tender appearance; behind the wardrobe fled,
disguised in hanging robe, his fate, and his worrisome
future fitted easily between the moving folds of the drape.
And himself, where he lay, the relieved one, beneath sleeping lids,
melting the sweet characters of your effortless narration
into a tasting of early fall-asleep --:
appeared just so shepherded… But _inside_ him: who stopped,
who withstood the umbilical flow within?
No vigilance _then_ in the sleeper; sleeping,
but dreaming, but feverish: when he melted himself in it.
Him, the new, the shy one, how ensnared in
that propagating growth of his inner events,
already wrought into patterns, into floral chokers, into fawnish
hunting forms. How he devoted himself --. Loved.
Loved his inside, his inner wilderness,
this virgin forest within, where on fallen silent ones
his neon heart was growing. Loved. Abandoned it, went and
faced his own roots, going out from that powerful source,
where his humble first birth already was history. Loving
he stepped down into the more ancient blood, into clefts,
where the ferocious one lay, still full of forefathers. And all
terrible things knew him, twinkled, as in agreeing sense.


The Fourth Elegy

O, deciduous placentae, o when withering?
We are not one. Are not as birds of passage,


The wellknown garden,
and softly swaying: first then the dancer arrived.
Not that one. Enough! And even if his footsteps seem so light
he is disguised and will stay a journeyman (Geselle, Bürger)
who enters through the kitchen door into the apartment.


(Translation from German to English by Maria Ljungdahl, Sweden, 7 July - 11 August 2010)

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Monday, June 28, 2010

Poodle Jazz for opera singers and guitarists

Har skrivit lite ny musik! Mytologiskt inspirerad. Passar altröst med gitarrkomp.

Maria has composed a new song, with inspiration from the Aenaid. Suitable for alto voice with guitar accompaniment.

"Helissa's Expostulation"


play, listen and print out the score at SibeliusMusic (version optimized for A4 printer)

version of the score with the layout optimized for Letter Size paper, but probably good also for A4 printer

PDF-file download or view at Scribd

Helissa's Expostulation

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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Through Dark Values

Last week I revised the score for my song about Orpheus, "Through Dark Values". See:

SibeliusMusic.com - a printable Scorch version of the chart and a streaming mp3 demo without vocals

Soundcloud.com - a downloadable mp3 demo

Scribd - a downloadable PDF version of the leadsheet

Through Dark Values (bossa nova with lyrics)

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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Shapes and Music

Shapes and music

Squares - Circles - Labyrinths

Q Club, Birmingham 18th March 2010.

Yet again I find myself leaving London for Birmingham to attend a performance of music by an important twentieth century composer. In 2009 it was mainly the late music of Stravinsky, this year it was principally for a performance of Carré by Stockhausen. Other works in the concert were Allegri's Miserere, Tallis' Spem in alium and Berio's Laborintus 2. The performers were almost exclusively drawn from the university.

The performance took place in the unlikely venue of the Q Club. My only experience of Carré was a recording decades ago and so, relying solely on this distant memory, I was there with no true knowledge of the work. This live performance was a revelation.

The musicians, who were already in place when we entered the arena, were on four raised platforms in each corner for the orchestras and in the gallery were the singers. The audience could stand or sit where they chose. Being tired I sat between group 2 on my left and group 1 on my right and I elected to make this my exclusive position.

What struck me most forcibly about Carré was what a simple piece it was essentially. But simplicity, as in Vaughan Williams' The Lark Ascending, need not mean simplistic.

Notes were passed around the groups and were made clear and audible by the combined conductors, Jonty Harrison, Vic Hoyland, Lee Differ and Scott Wilson. One added bonus to this performance was how the four groups were able to interact. The conductors all sported headphones and listened to a voice counting out the beats. This meant the sound travelled directly into the arena. Although dissonance is a word most people would associate with Stockhausen, and there was naturally enough plenty, a few moments of consonance remain clearly in my memory.

I cannot honestly say whether the performance was accurate or not, as I am ignorant of the written score or many other performances. What I can say is it was a performance that came over with true conviction. This a credit to the conductors and the performers alike.

After a longer than normal interval we regrouped in the gallery for the two a cappella works. The Miserere is not, in all honesty, a highly favoured or respected work for me. Its structure of passing the music between the chorus, chanter and group of soloists is tedious. I am not too much in sympathy with this kind of religious art. However, in the context of the concert it showed that spatial music (the three sets of performers were set well apart, the main body of the chorus in the arena, the solo tenor chanter on a higher level to the audience's right and on the other side of the gallery the four soloists) was by no means a modern concept invented by members in the Darmstadt School. In this concert the Miserere served as a simple musical history lesson.

Next the Tallis, music that is close to my heart and never fails to astound me. The (more than) 40 singers stood in an arc and the magic of the piece began. It never seems to fail to excite me from the first two notes. The memorable high G in the sopranos' music was an earlier example of Stockhausen passing a note between his groups of performers, but used in a totally different manner. Here it is not held but appears frequently. With 40 parts the music is, like the Miserere, static, but again it is static in a different manner. The joy of the polyphony in the Tallis is more readily audible to audiences than is Stockhausen's and works on a simpler level. I don't know if it was the performance or my experience of it but it seemed to finish at a faster tempo than when it began. Whichever is the case, it did not harm the overall effect.

The student musicians were joined by student actors and professional singers for a staged performance of Berio's Laborintus 2. I am not, unlike a composer friend of mine, as enamoured of Berio's work so my comments can be rejected by Berio fans.

It is a more complex piece than any of the the preceding pieces and I did not feel (as did some other members of the audience) that the staging contributed much to the music. My understanding and familiarity with the text is poor and I was not lead into the heart of the piece. Why one of the three excellent soprano soloists left her companions to dance with the narrator and subsequently left him to stand above her fellow performers like a madonna in one of those hideous baroque chapels that mar so many Italian churches is beyond me. I was probably born just a little bit too late to be truly, madly, deeply into 60's psychedelia.

Of the performers in all four works (professionals apart who produced exemplary performances) I have nothing but high praise. I spoke with Vic Hoyland who said he had to take them with him as the two more recent works were alien (I paraphrase our exchange) but come they did. The singers had to produce strange noises in the Stockhausen. Peculiar moans, groans and ululation that are a world away from the "perfect" sounds required for the Allegri and Tallis. Then in the Berio, Italianate bel canto for the small chorus of eight (they are more like a set of less prominent soloists) were required to howl and shout. Although it is always unfair to pick out some performers I must praise the soprano Chiara Lisowski (pure as the soprano soloist in the Miserere and spotted by me as having one hell of a time in Carré) the bass Richard Scott in the more functional bass role in the Miserere but at times almost losing voice control in the Berio which added so much to the performance.

My overall conclusion of the concert is that despite my more unsympathetic attitudes and responses to the Allegri and Berio (I do like Italian music, honest I do!) the concert was an education for me as a listener, some 35 years older than many of the participants, and those involved should ensure they put this performance on their CV and more especially the Stockhausen.

If this has encouraged even a small number of them to take a deeper interest in the modern and modernist music written in the twentieth century, or even come to enjoy it and love it so much as I have, then they have become more enriched.

My contemporaries at conservatoires were not as exposed as these youngsters have been. What they gave their audience on Thursday (the programme was given again on Friday 19th) can never be repaid.

As an aside, Birmingham has been shortlisted as a "City of Culture" for 2013. On this showing and the splendid Igorfest by the CBSO alone they surely must be a front runner. All power to the provinces!

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Monday, March 01, 2010

Scarborough Fair - Every Rose Grows Merry In Time

New arrangement by MaLj of Scarborough Fair - listen, buy and print out from the publishing site SibeliusMusic.com!

Version of Scarborough Fair with a written guitar part.

The ballad "Scarborough Fair" is one of the most well-known old folk songs that got popular in our time through recordings and performances in the folk and pop scene of the 1960-1970 period.

The text in "Scarborough Fair" is closely related to other old ballads, for example, "The Elfin Knight" and "The Cambric Shirt".

The content has been explained as a list of impossible tasks that the distanced lovers ask each other to perform in order to prove their love and worthiness again. It can also be read as an exchange of subtle insults with references to their character and/or body parts. For example:

1) "Wash it in yonder dry well", meaning perhaps a person with dry eyes, not easily moved to tears,

2) One of the lovers has got a sharp tongue, a "sickle of leather",

3) "Sow some seeds from north of the dam" could mean that one of the lovers has got a snotty nose above his lips ("north of the dam").

This is not a critical edition made in accord with scholarly expertise but a contemporary interpretation made with artistic license. 'He' and 'she' is alternating in this version.

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Sunday, February 21, 2010


A serious alternative to Myspace Music and other older websites for showcasing new music and bands and networking is the Germany based Soundcloud.com. The company presentation is here

It is possible to use a profile page as a public "artist page" for showing and sharing tracks (if you own the copyright to the music and recordings, naturally), but also as a private music sharing and collaboration tool, by using a part of the file upload area as a "drop box" for posting and fetching tracks.

Marias page is at soundcloud.com/maritune and you can find music by Sibelian conspiracist Rod Moulds at soundcloud.com/r-a-moulds

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Monday, January 11, 2010

100 books

The BBC apparently believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here. Please copy and paste your bolded books read, italicized books as ”want to read”, and then sum up with a head count, so to speak. What does the list say about your reading habits?

1 Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series – JK Rowling

5 To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman

10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien

17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch – George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky

28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens

33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis
34 Emma – Jane Austen
35 Persuasion – Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis

37 The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41 Animal Farm – George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown

43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving
45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy

48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding
50 Atonement – Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel
52 Dune – Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth.
56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72 Dracula – Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses – James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath

77 Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal – Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession – AS Byatt

81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks

94 Watership Down – Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl

100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo

Read and finished: 40
Have tried, but not finished: maybe 5
Want to read: 15
Don't want to read: maybe 40


Another version of the list! There seems to be several lists, like this is not the original "BBC list" but an internet meme, mutating...
I found two versions at Isobels Verkstad

1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman

4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling
6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne
8. Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis
10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres
20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy
21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
22. Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling
23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling
24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling
25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien

26. Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
27. Middlemarch, George Eliot
28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck
30. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson
32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez
33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
38. Persuasion, Jane Austen
39. Dune, Frank Herbert
40. Emma, Jane Austen
41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
42. Watership Down, Richard Adams
43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
46. Animal Farm, George Orwell
47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian
50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
53. The Stand, Stephen King
54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
56. The BFG, Roald Dahl
57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden
63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
65. Mort, Terry Pratchett

66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
67. The Magus, John Fowles
68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
71. Perfume, Patrick Süskind
72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
75. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding
76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt
77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins
78. Ulysses, James Joyce
79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens
80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
81. The Twits, Roald Dahl
82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith
83. Holes, Louis Sachar
84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
89. Magician, Raymond E Feist
90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac
91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo
92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
95. Katherine, Anya Seton
96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez
98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie

UPDATE 2: Still think the real list can't look like these examples, with so many easy reads that nobody can gain status points for having read, or having faked that they read. It seems Julia Skott thinks so, too, and she has done her homework and found an older blog post that discusses the supposed BBC list, at Kristjan Wager.
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Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Katie Maurice

New piano piece - Katie Maurice - by Maria Ljungdahl:

Nostalgic waltz. The melody is hopelessly unoriginal, but neither consciously plagiarized nor constructed as a sound-alike of some known model. Such things happen quite naturally, as this sort of old-fashioned waltz probably can't be written or improvised anymore without sounding like something we have already heard, many times. We know all the possible turns of the phrases in the waltz language, or can at least imagine any random but logical variation of the phonemes whenever we think of such music. The "Katie Maurice" in the title is a name borrowed from Maud Montgomery's first novel about the young Miss Shirley from Nova Scotia.

Katie Maurice - nostalgic waltz for piano by Maritune

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Friday, January 01, 2010

Jean Sibyl

New piece of music - Jean Sibyl for piano solo. Written for the new year 2010 by Maria Ljungdahl.

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