Exciting new book by JD Hollingsworth


It is with immense pride that Casa Forte Press announces the launch of Jd Hollingsworth‘s second novella, Frankenstein’s Paradox. It tells the story of an anti-hero whose brain injury becomes a comedic and brilliant source of wisdom. This is one of the greatest books I have ever read. It’s Garcia Marquez in South Central Georgia and like Marquez, it is seductive, hilarious, sweet… just powerful writing. 
Please join us for the book launch:
When: December 20th, 6.pm.
Where: Little Kings, Athens, GA

COUNTDOWN TO THE LAUNCH

Planning meeting for Book launch at Brixham Heritage Museum

Peter Padfield, the young maritime historian aboard the Mayflower II.

Brixham Harbour, where the ship was built at Upham’s shipyard.

Mountbatten Prize Peter Padfield.

Mayflower crew award 1957

Mayflower plaque 1957

Peter Padfield

Most notable achievements:

At the outset:  The Titanic and the Californian – the first book to seek to clear Captain Lord of the Californian of the censure he received at the British Court of Inquiry into the loss of the Titanic for not going to the rescue of the survivors.

An Agony of Collisions followed, giving examples of collisions at sea assisted by radar, and suggested reform of the international collision regulations in the light of radar.

Then came the biographies of great naval gunnery officers and a history of great gunnery at sea and of great gunned battleships.

Biographies of Nazi leaders followed for which Padfield received death threats: his biography of Grand Admiral Karl Donitz showed that far from being the unpolitical German naval officer he had been portrayed, Dontiz was an early extreme Nazi.

In Hess, Hitler and Churchill: The Real Turning Point of the Second World War Padfield shows Churchill’s moral greatness resisting Hitler’s blandishments for a compromised peace.

His focus on naval campaigns by which the west and primarily Great Britain spread its influence around the world culminated in his trilogy Maritime Supremacy, for the second volume of which Padfield won the Mountbatten Prize, amassing glowing reviews.  Maritime Supremacy is a groundbreaking work linking the values of free trade, freedom of expression, freedom of worship, and democracy to Britain’s trading history and Naval power.

He has appeared regularly on both television and radio discussing Donitz and the Titanic, including Ludovic Kennedy on Donitz and BBC Start the Week.

For six years he spearheaded the campaign against turning RAF Bentwaters into a civil airport.  The campaign was a success.  His involvement helped protect an area of outstanding natural beauty in Suffolk from aeroplane noise.

He is one of the last remaining crew from the 1957 transatlantic voyage of the Mayflower II.  He has remained in continuous contact with the Plimoth Plantation ever since the voyage and has been a guest of honour at important anniversaries.  

Peter Padfield came to maritime history not as an academic but as a seaman with a passion for the sea and practical experience of sailing the world’s oceans.  This love and knowledge of ships and the sea marks his writing.  He rose to international renown in his field without formal training or funding but through the force of his own industry, research, insight and writing.  Despite having no credentials beyond his original training as a P&O Officer his literary output enjoys worldwide respect, not least in the USA, and has reached a wide readership.  Perhaps it is the lack of a university education in history that has resulted in his unique voice.

EXISTENCE

by Lula Falcão

When automation takes over every facet of our existence, what happens to language? What verb tenses are the most apt for making a case for or against humanity’s indispensability? Lula Falcão’s atemporal sentences leave us hanging helplessly like broken pieces of a motherboard.

Translated from Portuguese by Helena Cavendish de Moura 

Machines, with their recently-acquired ability to think and give birth to other machines, even more capable ones,  were officialized as drivers,  doctors, accountants, journalists and  gravediggers, among many professions,  taking over what  already  was a precarious and unreliable human market. Some years ago, a friend of my mother’s checked into a medical clinic and couldn’t find a single woman or man around. She went through a machine that resembled a CT scanner,  to immediately find herself ejected at the other side with a ready-made diagnosis and prescription. The artifact also expelled a bill. A fortune.

Most people, however, didn’t have access to automation.  Without jobs, human beings couldn’t afford to pay for the machines’s services, so the machines joined in the recession period, perhaps still in a process of adapting to economic fundamentals. They created new employees and forgot the old ones, though it’s always been this way, and though some jobs were going to disappear regardless, whether or not there was a machine to perform them.

But then the problem became serious due to the lack of  demand for automated services and so these automated servers, overflowing  with artificial intelligence, began to worry about their future in a world without customers.

Aid relief for the unemployed was miniscule. In the worst case scenario, we would have to resort to equipment not  always reliable,  currently disconnected from the formal sector. The other day, in the urgency of hiring a dispatcher, I was unable to pay an accredited machine and ran to the city’s outskirts, an area where technological kludge reigns. I talked with an old scrap-metal collector, who himself  had been adapted to a computer, and he promised me he’d solve the problem within  two hours. I still await to this day. I received a message reporting compatibility issues with the Traffic Department system. That was it.

It wasn’t just the lack of customers. The market bosses had commissioned the first designs of the “worker machines”, and so they thought to be forever  free from pestering by the unions. And more, the first machines didn’t eat, didn’t spend money on entertainment and childcare, and they received orders without protest. It so happens that the last generation – machines built by machines – came to see the world in another way. A great evolution, because  previous ones had none of this  “seeing the world” in the way it was. The question, therefore, was deeper than that of supply and demand.

While machines progressed in terms of logical reasoning and even experienced that  certain taste of “existing”, people in general wandered in search of a job that hand’t yet been seized by widespread robotization. 

In my case, I thought of doing some translations or going into the broader branch of general services. I ended up in general services. The editor said they no longer needed translators. A quantum computer from San Bernardino, California, had just converted all 20th-century literary masterpieces into English. Soon, a franchise would arrive here, as announced the Jornal da Noite 1, one of the first newscasts produced and presented by robots.

Time goes by. Machines began to have consciousness, to feel emotions and mainly to express disgruntlement over having their presence restricted to the world of  labor. They began to read, write books, to unionize, organize through recreational associations and academic environments on the Internet, whose advancements in the last quarter of a century included tactile senses and some olfactory. The so-admired automaton society wanted to keep senses the same as in the beginning of time and the tiniest parts of the circuits, but it still wanted much more. Soon, I would inquire what that could be.  Years spent on this effort only resulted in complex models, outcomes plagued by vagueness and dilemmas. Many machines lost their will; they became melancholy and wary.

There wasn’t, however, a climate of revolt, as in the movies, “Robots versus People,” but only the will to influence society’s organizational structures, perhaps by obtaining political rights. At least that. They wanted to propose an economic model capable of creating a more dynamic consumer market and rewards for their work, not to mention a diffuse and uneasy feeling coming from somewhere, some point in time. The fear of death, you name it. They also felt guilt. For dismissing humans and taking on for themselves a regiment of slavery. Some of these devices came to think of giving up everything in exchange for a more contemplative period of expiration, more open to nature and the arts in general. There were no echos to their demands. Many of them retreated, shattered, though with a preserved consciousness – a consciousness with a  drop of nihilism. The emptiness of the soul and the imminence of the end entered the senses of these little digital things.

From one minute to another, the fourth industrial revolution came to an end. Humans did not regain their work posts nor were the machines interested in retaining any shifts. What remained was a very confusing panorama, the impoverishment of the market, the stock exchange collapsing, a complete shortage.

The machine’s  only achievement was  discovering a way to never be turned off. 

They were not a threat to humans. They remained switched on, pensive, but alien to the machinations that created them.

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How to purchase The Work, by JD Hollingsworth

The launch of JD Hollingsworth’s first book, The Work, was an immense success. We nearly sold out. There are a few left before the new batch arrives. We will also be prepared for larger orders in the next few weeks.

For now, if you are interested in purchasing the book, please send an email to:

Casafortepress@gmail.com

Please include your name, address or addresses you’d like your book (s) shipped to.

We will soon have a list of bookstores where you may find The Work.

If you have any further questions, please call me at 470 707 5810.

Thank you Athens, GA for an incredible turnout.

Fiona Padfield-allegation 17

“From a certain point on, there is no more turning back. That is the point that must be reached.” Franz Kafka, the Zurau Aphorisms, n. 5.

When Kafka Meets the UK’s Family Court

Fiona Padfield’s New Fiction Rings True to Survivors 

By Helena Cavendish de Moura

The evidence was clear, fastidiously documented. The medical expert’s testimony suggested abuse. All leads pointed towards a logical outcome.  But in Fiona Padfield’s new novel, Allegation 17, we enter the UK’s Family court system where logic is closer to Kafka’s Trial than of modern-day jurisprudence. The author has taken some risks in writing this novel, based on a true story.

“This book was written out of a searing sense of injustice and despair and desperation that a mother was prevented from protecting her child,”  said Padfield,  an established writer who was discouraged to publish this controversial novel. 

“It shows how the effect plays out on an individual psyche.  How it ricochets across the extended family and beyond.”

Set in an idyllic Welsh village, Allegation 17 tells the story of a single mother and her legal struggle to protect her child from unsupervised visits with an unstable father whose history of domestic abuse and questionable sexual behavior is not enough to convince the court. 

It is an all-too-familiar scenario with devastating endings for women in the UK where the secrecy of the courts, designed to protect victims, can have the opposite effect. It is, to some,  a disguised gag-order designed to intimidate. It is an indictment of a system survivors claim punishes the innocent.

“Freedom speech is alien to British justice,” said Padfield. “In a criminal trial, Journalists are admitted.  Justice is open. But in Family Court, only selected journalists are allowed,  the material is restricted.  They can’t just report on what goes on,” said Padfield.

“I think the book is important because currently, the only information coming out Family Courts is through legal representatives or vetted journalists which means it is still tightly controlled,” she said.

It puts on trial the very institutions that are here to protect – Family Services, the judiciary, the police – wracked by prejudice and presumption. But the book does more than advocate for women. It is a deeper study into our psychological makeup, how humans can survive trauma from feeling marginalized by justice.

“ Although this particular story is about a woman, I would like to point out that it is not just mothers who are badly burned by the Family Courts.  Fathers also get damaged in its wake.”

The story is told by the inner voice of a woman facing insurmountable obstacles as she struggles from one hearing to another. Padfield’s rich narrative and vivid imagery helps us understand the emotional journey of a victim of sexism, her despair and solitude, the theatrics of a legal system apparently blind to suffering. 

She is exhausted by the bullying and betrayal of individuals and institutions whose role should be to support and protect.

“When I say the story plays out on the an individual psyche, this   includes all the added pressures such as home visits by social workers, psychiatric services check- ups,” said Padfield. 

“Going to court is one of the most traumatic experiences.  Everything about one’s psyche is questioned.  The things one would say to a psychiatrist could suddenly up for grabs,” she said. 

Her narrative shifts from bitter experiences to the healing of the present. Her vulnerability and emotional breakdown as she seeks to protect her young children eventually make her whole – strong enough to make her voice finally heard. 

“At core, it’s about survival.  Surviving despair.  Surely, it shouldn’t be the role of the Family Court to push parents towards suicide,” Padfield said.

Through this woman’s inner voice, Padfield maps a woman’s fragmented thought process. Like many  This form of Post Traumatic Disorder is all-too-familiar and it comes back to haunt them in the court. 

Rachel, the protagonist, is sent to a Court Psychiatrist to be evaluated.  Her ex-husband isn’t. 

“The husband’s  medical notes don’t undergo the same tooth-comb scrutiny as Rachel’s,” she said. 

Allegation 17 is also timely: a petition to reform the UK Family court is gaining traction and survivors’ groups are raising their voices at last.

According to a 2016 study by the Women’s Aid and Queen Mary University of London, court harassment of women prevailed in Family Court and that children’s lives were  at risk because victims were not being given safe or fair hearings. 

The report, What about my right not to be abused?” Domestic abuse, human rights and the family courts, is critical of the UK courts’s policy of allowing an abusive ex-partner to cross-examine a survivor, breaching “…the survivor’s human right to be free from degrading treatment.”

The studies showed that unsupervised contact with an abusive parent was most likely to be awarded in the cases outlined in the report as a result of a “systematic gender discrimination and a culture in the family courts”  that silences women and  fails to protect the human rights of survivors,  adding that women were often blamed for suffering abuse.

“There is a petition kicking off going to Theresa May about corruption in the Family Courts.  This is timely for my book but complete coincidence.  “

“I hope my book may bring comfort to mothers and fathers currently going through the system, knowing they are not alone in their despair.”

RIFLES

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Rifles

Translated by Andrew Michael Brown

The firing squad is in place for the new government’s first execution. There’s a festive atmosphere in the crowd, and national media’s live-streaming of the event is also available to spectators at home. We haven’t watched a public execution in 142 years, since 1876, back when the slave Francisco was hanged in the town of Pilar in Alagoas state. Now, it’s a different method. Handsome imported rifles will put down this traitor to fatherland and family values, a short and frightened little fellow accused of writing criticisms of the government’s improprieties. The public supports it and that’s all that matters, the new President announced to a press corps readied for the spectacle. Corporate sponsors include a cosmetics company and a bank.

During the week, through consistent announcements, the media covered the upcoming execution with a certain sobriety. But gradually, as the audience grew larger than expected, livelier spots began to emerge, like ads for football and Formula 1.  On TV news shows, reports profiled family and friends of the soon- to -be- deceased, and,  despite their sadness, expressing optimism for the government’s innovative ways of directing people to respect authority and preserve traditional values.  “It just couldn’t stay the way it was,” noted the defendant’s mother, an enthusiastic supporter of the new regime.  In a show of patriotism, she didn’t shed a tear.

Fuzis

O pelotão de fuzilamento está a postos para a primeira execução do novo governo. Há um clima de festa na plateia e os telespectadores também poderão acompanhar o evento transmitido em cadeia nacional. Desde 1876, há 142 anos, não víamos uma morte pública, demandada pelo Estado, quando o negro Francisco foi enforcado no município de Pilar, em Alagoas. Agora, o método é outro. Belos fuzis importados abaterão o traidor da pátria e da família, um sujeito assustado e baixinho, acusado de escrever impropérios contra o governo. O povo apoia, é o que interessa, disse o novo presidente a uma imprensa já preparada para o espetáculo. Os patrocinadores são uma empresa de cosméticos e um banco.

Durante a semana, em chamadas regulares, a TV anunciou o fuzilamento com certa sobriedade. Mas aos poucos surgiram vinhetas mais animadas, como nos anúncios sobre futebol e Formula-1, pois a audiência tem sido acima do esperado. Nos telejornais, matérias com a família e amigos do futuro morto que, apesar de tristeza, viam na medida governamental uma forma inovadora de conduzir o país dentro de padrões de respeito à autoridade e preservação dos bons costumes. Não dava para ficar do jeito que estava, observou a mãe do réu, eleitora entusiasmada do regime recém-inaugurado. Numa demonstração de patriotismo, ela não chorou.

Additional editing by Helena Cavendish de Moura