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Unfortunately, although this book has been planned with Kevin for a year now he will not see the final result. Sadly Kevin Coyne died on 2nd December 2004 in the arms of his dear wife Helmi at home in Nuremberg. This book is one of many that Kevin and I were planning to publish and I intend to carry out that wish. |
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The best place to discover the work of this great writer and singer is Pascal's Kevin Coyne site at www.kevincoynepage.tk/ |
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Helmi Coyne announced the publication of the book with " The book is a collection of short stories, glimpses of humanity and life's goings on. Kevin never saw the finished product but I know he would have been as pleased with it as I am.I hope you enjoy it. She also said that the book was Kevin's most ambitious book project. For the first time he reworked stories that were written a long time ago. And behind the lines there are some very personal notes in the text |
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Mojo magazine in the October issue carried the following review Sadly, Kevin Coyne died before his first book in 14 years was published. But the spontaneity and energy that hallmarked his songwriting style shines through in these poems, fragments and short stories, all set in a vividly drawn suburban dystopia. Coyne's examination of humans beings as they try to co-exist in spite of their flaws and foibles is moving, surreal and very funny. In Life Stories, he protests: " Can't they accept my third wife's moustache and testicles made love-making repulsive. Mike Barnes |
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The July 2005 edition of Uncut magazine carries a 4 Star review of the book. Nigel Williamson writes... Posthumous collection of writings from eccentric but brilliant English singer songwriter The final helping of short stories from Coyne, who died of lung fibrosis in December, resonates with the same qualities we came to expect from his songs - dark, humorous, perceptive, eccentric, painful but always brimful of humanity. It's often said that the better narrative songwriters create short stories set to music. Coyne flipped the notion on its head by writing fiction like a songwriter-turned-journalist. If you've ever picked up a tabloid newspaper and been gripped by a story about someone you've never heard of, the technique is similar. "Carol says she's got AIDS, broadcasts it all over the public bar most evenings," one story begins. Nobody knows whether to believe her; there's a rumour her father's a bishop and we learn that she thinks Steven King's books are read by morons. It's wonderfully detailed yet totally vague at the same time. Does she really have AIDS? We're drawn into the story by being left to speculate with the characters in the bar. In the title story, a man drops his trousers in the town centre and gets sent to an open prison. Again, we're not told why he exposed himself. Instead, we're made to share the flasher's own confusion over the reasons for his compulsive behaviour. Not so much a collection of short stories, more illuminated glimpses of humanity's bruises. |
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Stride Magazine contains this review in November 2005 www.stridemagazine.co.uk Cartoon Capers 1. This collection of short pieces is really one long happily self-indulgent doodle, unravelling across the floor of an outside bog. It could have been printed in the form of a toilet roll, in fact. This is not an insult or criticism, just a thought for future marketing, because Kevin Coyne talks a lot about arses, flatulent ones mostly, with the kind of joy one would expect of a toddler who`d swallowed a dictionary, and then ran around showing everyone the resultant gleaming turds. 2. This collection has themes; madness (the axe-wielding cartoon kind), and farting, as in this extract from `Diarrhoea`; Dad: Was that you or a passing motorbike?... Could it be that spicy fiddle faddle you cooked for dinner? and this, from `Topsy Turvy Time`; The author pauses to fart four times. Switch to a small bar in Oslo. A jolly group of Norwegian youths are gathered round a log fire farting in harmony. A buxom, middle-aged woman in a long velvet evening dress is conducting them with great panache. The loudest of the young farters starts a conversation with her... Well Mrs Gluwein, what do you think? It smells Michael, but it`s good. Nice to know it. Nice to know we are farting together in the correct way. Someone much sadder and more obsessive than I might count the times farting is mentioned. It would be a lot, I bet. Also any slang word for penis. I`m wondering if the intention of this book is to topple the reign of the `coffee table` book, by making this the best `smallest room` book ever written. Then I could say it`s making a class statement, or some valid point about the state of current literature. But I think it`s just Mr Coyne having fun with himself, and us, if we care to join in. 3. Kevin Coyne has the ability to write the most delightfully unlikely phrases, which work because he decontextualises ... (at this point my mind wandered into the garden) 4. This collection of short pieces is very giddy. The sentences swoop and crush. The way Coyne builds a story seems entirely organic; an idea leads to an idea and there`s no restraint at all. None. Which I do find rather exhilarating, but also tiring, enfeebling even. Here`s a bit of `Getting Better`; He sat down to write... "In the midst of the hallucination of time a steam roller had squashed his violet pumps." He was Oscar Wilde - or was he? He`d been mad once (or was it twice?) and the thoughts of entering that screaming dark world again shocked him. He decided he wasn`t Oscar Wilde; that he was really himself writing about Oscar Wilde. He felt better. You can almost feel the thinking process happening, or running away with itself for sheer delight in it`s own daftness; Cedric`s obsessed with Cardiff. "The city of the gods," he calls it, "a paradise for men, children, and all women over fifty." I`ve a powerful suspicion he`s never been near the place. My mother says he was born in Cairo, and I have to admit, he certainly looks like someone from the dark continent when he`s got his fez on. It`s very strange, very peculiar, very disturbing to a sauve and honest chap like myself. I wish he`d stop calling me "Boyo", in front of the guests in the dining room. Listening to Ali`s tales of loose women, pregnant canaries, and a one legged nun from Sri Lanka is more than enough for one sensitive man to bear. (from `Rabbit Teeth`) 5. This collection of short pieces (and a few poems too) is for Viz fans who can spell. Or maybe it`s a genuine poke in the establishment`s eye. I didn`t find it very funny; I found some turns of phrase truly inspired, and the rest of it mind-numbingly crass. Now I must go, as my senile cat`s making a fuss about using his tray again and it`s given me an idea for a story. © Sandra Tappenden 2005 |
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Frank Bangay wrote in the November issue of Southwark MIND Newsletter in November 2005 Kevin Coyne is probably best known in England for a series of fine records that he made on the virgin label in the 1970's. However right up until his sad death from lung fibrosis last December he carried on making interesting records. He also pursued separate careers as a painter and as a writer. The latter career started with the publication of The Party Dress in 1990. That Old Suburban Angst is Kevin's first bookk to be published in English since Showbusiness in 1993. Subsequent books were translated into German. Kevin made Germany his home in 1985. Sadly Kevin passed away before this book was published. Like the title suggests a number of stories are set in a troubled but often-surreal version of suburbia. The narrator drops his trousers in public. After a two week spell in an open prison near Biggleswade, finds himself ostracised by all around. He is left trying to understand the reason for his behaviour. Life Stories features seven different characters, four of who are from professional backgrounds. But be it Dickie Dorset the depressive body builder, or head psychiatrist Dr. Ramsbottom. All seven characters are as mad as one another. All have an equal amount of hang-ups. Another story Parrot is a look at human life through the eyes of a parrot in a cage. What the parrot sees is quite disturbing. Days By The Sea is a humorous look at sheltered accommodation and some of the people who live there. Some of the stories have a darker edge to them, relating to Kevin's stuggle with ill health. For example in Alive the main character dies and is thrown into a disorientating afterlife that he struggles to get used to. Some of the characters in this book have disabilities that make them feel like outsiders. In some stories like Rabbit Teeth and Alan's Search For True Love there is a sense of tragedy, however you get the feeling that these people can laugh at themselves. I won't spoil things by telling you more about this book. Discover it for yourself. you won't be disappointed. |
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This review appeared in the December issue of Modern Dance magazine- also on line at www.modern-dance.co.uk. |
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Karl Bruckmeaier German DJ and Coyne supporter on his www.le-musterkoffer.de/musikstrom.html gave the book 4 out of 6 saying "Kevin's Mischung aus Abscheu gegenuber Zuneigung zu den Menschen ist unverwechselbar und fehlt mir sehr **** ("I miss Kevin's unique mix of abhorrence and sympathy to people very much") |
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Amazon currently carries this customer review with a five star rating "Not only a very talented musician, April 18, 2005 Reviewer: go2sweeney from London Great Britain Kevin Coyne is mainly known for his musical career, but he was also a very talented writer and painter. In this book, he submits a number of short stories relating to life in general. The stories are written with humour and a great perceptiveness of modern life. It is by no means an easy read, but, if you persevere, you will understand and enjoy it. It is type of book that you will want to come back to." |
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