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George
East - author
(2010)
"Good
Morning, Thought you might like to know that George East's new book
about Brittany - 'French Impressions: Brittany' will be published next
week on 1st June 2010. A wonderful, humorous and entertaining travel
book which is available at www.George-East-France.com
where you can learn more about the author and his time spent in
Brittany. The first in a series of French regions. Please find attached
some details which you may like for your site. Many thanks in
anticipation." Yours Francesca Brooks
Review
La
Puce Publications
Marketing & Sales Manager – contact/enquiries Francesca on
[email protected]
or
telephone 02392 468181 for answerphone enquiries
Editor/
Reviewer Information Sheet
Title:
French Impressions – Brittany
Author:
George East
The author:
If anyone
should know his onions about France and the French, it is or should be
George East. His books and newspaper and magazine articles and TV
and radio programmes on our nearest continental neighbours and their
intriguing country have been enjoyed by millions.
Now George
has created a new type of travel book.
George East
was born in Hayling Island and ran away to sea at an early age. He got
as far as the Isle of Wight before jumping ship and completing his
education at Portsmouth Technical High School and Big Charlie’s Snooker
and Poker Academy. After completing one term of his degree course in
English at Portsmouth Polytechnic (he was thrown out when it was
discovered he had forged his ‘O’ and ‘A’ level certification), George
tried his hand at a number of occupations. Amongst others, his
professions included private detective, brewer’s drayman, night club
manager, disc-jockey and bouncer (often all at the same time), snooker
club proprietor, hotel manager, male model for outsize womens’ clothing
(for a certain shop catering for men with a liking for female attire),
seamstress (for the drag shop), pickled onion manufacturer, radio and
television producer and presenter, publican and PR consultant.
The last of
these activities came about when George was appointed as the world’s
first professional bed tester. The recognition came after a leg of the
East’s ancient bed pierced the ceiling of the lounge bar of their pub
and became a significant tourist attraction. After being signed up by
American giant bed maker Sealy Inc, George appeared in the world’s
press and on hundreds of British and American radio and television
stations.
Realising
from this experience how easy it was to make up stories and gain
publicity for their sponsor, George went into PR and marketing, and
ended his proper working days with a number of national and
international clients. When an unexpected windfall came their way as
the result of a slightly dodgy deal, the Easts had the choice of paying
off some of their mortgage or buying a new second-hand car. After
hiring a car ferry and taking a thousand publicans and their spouses on
a memorable day trip to Cherbourg, George and his wife looked into an
estate agency window and decided to keep their mortgage and old car and
use the windfall to buy a tiny cottage in the Normandy countryside.
Having made every cock-up in the book that had not yet been written
about the perils of buying a foreign property, George decided to write
it. Home & Dry in France became a classic of its genre, and seven
more books about trying to make a living out of living in France
followed. After mistakenly buying a manor house next door to a thriving
dog kennels, the Easts gave up trying to be sensible and decided to
spend the autumn of their lives on the road and moving around their
second favourite country.
The book:
French
Impressions-Brittany
is the first in a series of books about the 22 very different regions
of France. It is also a truly innovative travel book. It is a
deliberate hybrid of information about Brittany, melded with anecdotes
about the often eccentric expatriates and Bretons George encountered
on his travels. Taking the advice of travel writing legend Louis
Theroux and rather than racing around the region in a camper, George
decided to take his time and live where he was writing about. So the
Easts spent a year in a tiny hamlet half way up what counts as a
mountain in Brittany, in the wild and often desolate reaches of the
Finistere department. While attempting to fit in with the
Breton-speaking community and their sometimes funny little ways, George
toured the region in search of unusual places and people….and to
discover how and why Brittany is so different from the rest of France.
The result is totally unlike any other sort of travel book you will have
read, and French Impressions: Brittany has already been
described as a blend of Billy Bryson, Eric (Short Walk in the Hindu
Kush) Newby - and the ravings of an ill-educated lunatic. Whether
either of those is a fair description is for you and the reading public
to decide.
The
facts:
·
A new sort of travel book about the most popular
destination in France for Britons
·
Author with proven appeal, unique style and often quirky
‘take’ on people, places and Life
·
More than a hundred towns and tourist attractions
reviewed
·
The history and culture of Brittany explored
·
Dozens of traditional Breton food and drink recipes
·
Information on holidaying, visiting or moving to live in
Brittany
Summary:
Millions of
Britons visit Brittany every year. Many dream of moving to and starting
a new life and perhaps business in this fascinating region. French
Impressions – Brittany not only explores the region, but its
history, culture and appeal. It is the first in a series about different
areas of France, and the first of its type. Whatever you want from it
and whichever way you look at it, this is Brittany in a book…
Title:
French Impressions-Brittany by George East
Publisher:
La Puce (The Flea) Publications
Type of
book: Paperback, 296 pages
ISBN:
978-09523635-9-0
Main
Distributor: Gardners Books
Official
Launch: June 1st 2010
Price:
£9.99
More
information from:
[email protected]
or visit
www.george-east-france.com
Extracts
La Puce
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A Taste of French Impressions: Brittany
On the locals:
Turning
into the square I have to swerve to avoid running into Eddie Izzard. He
has just emerged from the pork butcher’s shop and favours me with a
nihilistic stare before flouncing off in the direction of the post
office. It is of course not Eddie Izzard, but a local lady doing an
unintentional but impressive impression of the comic and enthusiastic
wearer of women’s clothing.
Brittany
certainly seems to be the European capital of lookalikes, and Huelgoat
its headquarters. As well as the Clint Eastwood and Rasputin
dopplegangers, the owner of the creperie down the road is a
spitting image of Robbie Williams. There is also a woman who could be a
clone of Margaret Thatcher - had she become a bag lady instead of one of
our greatest Prime Ministers. In one of the bars, there is even a pug
dog which has a sneer exactly like the late great Elvis Presley. Such is
the prevalence of lookalikes here, there is a regular contest to see
which townsperson looks most like a famous personality. Last month there
was a special event to find who looked most like the mayor of Huelgoat.
The contest was won, unsurprisingly, by the mayor.
On the expats:
Yesterday I
met a Scotsman who believes he is a reincarnation of an ancient Breton
king with magical powers; to me he looks more like a reincarnation of
Rab C Nesbit on a bad hair and teeth day. Riothamus (or Dougal to his
former friends in East Kilbride) lives in an impressively distressed
caravan, carefully hidden from official view alongside an as-yet
restored stretch of canal. We met when I was passing his hideaway and he
accosted me to say he recognised me from a past life. Steeling myself
for a probable touch, I accepted his invitation to take a cup of
dandelion tea and was fascinated to learn that apart from his other
talents, he is a skilled wind-maker. With the right incantation and
frame of mind, he says he can raise anything from a zephyr to a
full-blown hurricane. Unfortunately, when I asked for a demonstration
he said it did not work when there were other humans around to interfere
with the temporal forces. Riothamus says that the canal was deliberately
built along a really strong leyline and always attracted unusual people,
and I believe him. After I slipped him a few euros to keep him going
until he secures his next windmaking commission, we parted and promised
to look each other up in another thousand years.
On sightseeing:
We cannot
get closer to the castle at Vitré than the car park, which is anyway
being dug up and taken away to foil would-be visitors. Across the
morass, a cherrypicker is holding two men up against one vast wall. I
see that they are re-pointing it, filling the gaps between huge slabs
with mortar. As they are using trowels not much bigger than soup
spoons, it is clear they have a job for life.
On the way
back to the car we marvel at the range and condition of buildings, and
note probably the only restaurant in France calling itself The Cabbage
Soup.
Spotting a
sign bearing the silhouette of a teapot, I go in to the café to be
confronted by the glinting glasses of a short, fat woman who seems to
be chewing a wasp. She denies all knowledge of tea and how to serve it,
and when I point my umbrella at a plate of fancy cakes and ask what they
are, she completely loses it, grabs my brolly and orders me from the
premises. After a spirited tug-of-war, I retreat from the shop and we
find somewhere more welcoming.
*
Beneath the
waves in the bay of Douarnenez is said to lay a place with a history
of nearly as much drama, sex and misery as a TV soap in desperate search
of ratings.
The
island city of Ys has several great stories associated with it, the
most common and popular claiming it was built for the princess Dahut
by her father Gralon, the king of the Cornouaille region.
As well as suffering from a shortage of vowels, the island was below sea
level and protected by a gated dyke for which the king held the only
key. Ys was to become the most impressive and beautiful city in the
world, but was also a byword for sin and corruption. Dahut was a bit of
a ladette, and had a penchant for organizing orgies then killing her
lovers when day broke. One fateful evening, a knight in red arrived and
was invited to join in the fun. During the night, he suggested that
Dahut steal the key from her sleeping father. She did, and the Devil
(for it was of course he) threw open the gates and allowed the sea to
swallow Ys. Enraged, the king threw Dahut into the oncoming torrent,
where she became a mermaid, doomed to swim the lonely seas for eternity.
As with all drowned cities, it is said that on stormy nights you can
hear the bells of the church at Ys ring dolefully out, and sometimes
even the mournful cries of the lonely mermaid.
Title:
French Impressions-Brittany by George East
Publisher:
La Puce (The Flea) Publications
Type of book: Paperback, 296 pages ISBN: 978-09523635-9-0
Main
Distributor: Gardners Books
Official
Launch: June 1st 2010
Price: £9.99
More
information from:
[email protected] or
visit
www.george-east-france.com
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