Podcasts about Moonfleet

En ce début d'été ombrageux, nous vous proposons de faire une pause au gré de la cinéphilie d'Hélène Frappat.Écrivaine-enquêtrice, notre invitée jongle avec la fiction et la philosophie - et le cinéma est l'une des matières premières de son travail. On lui doit récemment l'essai Le gaslighting ou l'art de faire taire les femmes à partir d'un film de Cukor et Trois femmes disparaissent, belle enquête élégiaque autour de la lignée d'actrices Tippi Hedren-Melanie Griffith-Dakota Johnson. Mieux qu'une simple interview, nous vous proposons de remonter le temps au gré des réponses de notre invitée. Car pour elle, tous les films sont liés et, entrelacés ensemble, ils forment le tissu de sa mémoire, allant jusqu'à faire remonter des souvenirs bien enfouis, à l'instar de l'horloge à l'envers de Twixt (F. Coppola)N'ayez crainte et laissez-vous porter par notre invitée, du soleil Sicilien du Parrain à la pluie du film noir Follow me quietly (R. Fleischer). Vous y croiserez aussi la poésie de Tarkovski et la pugnacité d'Erin Brockovich (S. Soderbergh). Et qui sait, vous vous souviendrez peut-être de quelque chose en cours d'écoute ? Nous remercions notre invitée Hélène Frappat ainsi qu'Elodie Imbeau et Pierre Sénechal sans qui cet entretien n'aurait pu se faire. Inscrivez-vous à la newsletter en cliquant sur ce lien : https://forms.gle/HgDMoaPyLd6kxCS48 Pour nous soutenir, rendez-vous sur https://www.patreon.com/cinephilesdnt I.PORTRAIT 3'29 Une mère au cinéma : Erin Brockovich (S.Soderbergh, 2000) Une langue au cinéma : le russe que parle l'actrice blonde au début du Miroir (A. Tarkovski, 1975) - 5'54 Une détective au cinéma : la jeune journaliste dans Follow Me Quietly (R. Fleischer, 1949) - 12'14 II. CONDITIONS DE VISIONNAGE, MEMOIRE ET SOMMEIL - 18'22 Des films qu'Hélène Frappat a voulu fuir : ceux de Lars Von Trier - 18'22 Un film comme une séance d'hypnose : Le Parrain (F. Coppola, 1972) - 23'5 Un film qui a levé l'amnésie d'enfance d'Hélène Frappat : Twixt (F. Coppola, 2011) - 31'24 Un texte critique qui a changé la cinéphilie d'Hélène Frappat : ceux de Serge Daney sur l'enfance et Les Contrebandiers de Moonfleet - 40'23 III. CINEMA & TRANSMISSION - 48'38Le cinéma comme “affaire de point de vue” (male/female/queer gaze…) : Showgirls (P. Verhoeven, 1995) REFUGES - 54'07Tout film aimé par Hélène Frappat dès le générique EXTRAITS FILMSLe miroir - A. Tarkovski - 1975 - Potemkine FilmsCéline et Julie vont en bateau - J. Rivette - 1974 - Potemkine Films EXTRAITS MUSICAUXRichard Wagner - Tristan und Isolde, Prélude - Cond : W. Furtwangler - ℗ A Warner Classics release, ℗ 1953 Parlophone Records Limited. Remastered 2021 Parlophone Records LimitedNino Rota, Gofather Waltz (from The Godfather) - SONY ATV HARMONY, SONY MUSIC PUBLISHING (FRANCE) CRÉDITSPatreons : un grand merci à Mahaut, Paul et Clara pour leur soutien !Musique : Gabriel RénierGraphisme : Lucie AlvadoCréation & Animation : Phane Montet & Clément Coucoureux

She turned and walked back from the beach. Everyone had long since gone. The storm had passed, the skies were  clear once again, and the wind had settled into restful sighs across the silver birches. The trees were still and yet crooked, bent and twisted with their boughs and branches in repose after surviving another bout with the seasonal storms that raced up this battered coast.The path was small, she had not taken the tourist one, the direct route, instead  she followed the sunken one, the one that meandered through the wheat fields, along the high hedges that edged the rippling folds and furrows of fields, copse and sky.Cassie ran ahead, turning, pausing, sniffing, following an invisible pattern of smells and traces that bound her instincts to territories of the hidden world around her.She could just see the church, the original one, the one that had been flooded, wrecked and mauled by the storm of 1776. Only the nave remained, now a chapel surrounded by tilted and ancient gravestones that stood like sentinels against all that time could offer. Belief in life beyond the tide.She followed the sandy path, the rabbit clipped grass either side, the droppings marking the places where they danced in the late evening sun. She passed the silver birches, their leaves shimmering in myriads of silver shadows upon the old red bricked wall. It leaned to one side, roots and subsidence having dislodged bricks that had galled into the sandy loam.The gate to the back of the churchyard was ajar. Broken and battered, it swung lightly upon ancient hinges, with soft sigh and whispers of the empty wind.They were standing together over the double grave stone. He was leaning his head on her shoulder, she had her arm around his waist. He was  bent and traced his hands over the letters hidden behind centuries of weathering, moss and incalculable seasons of cycles of summer and winter.Cassie whimpered and lay down not wanting to go closer.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

He paused, scratched his head with his pen, as if to recall something he had forgotten ‘…and,' he stuttered,‘something has turned up at the church, over the last few months, we've had reports of moving lights at night. Youths probably, come down from the caravan park, drinking, playing ghosts, larking around.'She turned fully and looked him directly in the face. ‘He is young, almost too young to keep the law, never mind enforce it,' she thought to herself‘Is there a connection? Between that and…,' She paused, hesitated, sighing at the release of the stress over the past hours- not least from the interviews and cameras that had poked her privacy, as well as asking her the same questions about what she had discovered until there were no more answers any different than the one she repeatedly gave.‘You know the smuggling history along this coastline, the shipwrecks, the beach and the flooded church…'Her voice trailed off. The mystery of it all sounded too real, too familiar somehow, almost like a predictable television after nine show.‘ I don't know. But we do have a missing person, an abandoned car, and a wreck of bones dragged from who knows where,' he paused himself, then added,‘and when.'Behind them, the waves had lessened in their intensity, the roar and rage of the shingle had shifted to a hiss and rattle. The crowd of people had thinned. The tideline was mostly of broken wood, seaweed and fragments of casings, caskets and long thin bends of binding metal.Twisted and rusted they pointed, wildly, madly, at shattered bottles, brown glass and thin arms of a myriad of twigs and branches that had piled in heaps from the retreating tide.‘How do you trace a missing person who you know has abandoned his life, his time, and probably drowned in the sea?' He asked.‘Time will tell,' she mumbled almost to herself.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

The helicopter flew low, hovering above the breaking tide. The ship was a bleached skeleton of former seaworthiness. Fragments of sail and broken masts, collapsed and shattered, lay at broken angles and forgotten shapes, upon the seaweed and barnacle encrusted former deck.The press had long since left. Leaving a sense of puzzlement and cheapness amongst the temporary beach combers. They grouped and haggled along the retreating tide, looking for meaning and hidden discoveries in the centuries old flotsam and jetsam that bobbed and begged with the incoming waves. The ship was not large, but looked more so as it lay like a collapsed and  broken dragon across the raised pebble beach.Cassie and her owner stood over the abandoned clothes, heads down pawing and shuffling sand, still wondering at what had happened, she spoke again to the bewildered officer, himself looking as if he alone had survived the storm.‘Is that it? They take their pictures, broadcast their videos and leave us here, abandoned? What about the missing man? His car?'She shook her head, as if shaking it for answers thinking alone couldn't find.‘No ma'am, it'll be an ongoing investigation now: missing person or suspected suicide. We just don't know.'He paused and looked at Cassie digging and sniffing around and under the clothes, growling in low murmurs of canine dissatisfaction.‘We can't trace the car to an owner apart from it was hired from AVIS and never returned. The key belongs to the church, although the warden has what he thought was the only one- the original from 1772. The village family emblem, shaped like a ‘Y' and the date are inscribed on each side.The key left in the car is the same key, but without the rust and dents of age. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

HereHe somehow felt the woman sag aside him. Heard a sigh of incredulity and the dull low growl of the two dogs, as he himself turned and looked for himself in the direction of the storm.Then‘It is done,' Emily whispered, exhausted into his ear. Her voice as far away as the time he'd left behind.'The rest will come back upon the next tide- and then all will be counted upon the last of waves.'She lowered her head still further and sobbed against his chest.HereThere was a ship. With battered sails, broken masts: it was grey, and shattered and somehow out of place. Somehow there was a localised storm around it: a fist of wild wind and heavy rain that knotted in clenches of broken sky about it.She looked across the lagoon, heard the wind roar and the deep rumble of the stones slip against each other as the waves and tides lifted the battered vessel up and onto the bank.There were gasps and cries of disbelief as the lens of storm and weather seemed to fold in on itself, like an eye blinking in disbelief against the coming of night.Then‘John! John!Look!' He caught the sudden urgency in her voice, the loss of intimacy that had for a brief moment brought them, at last, together.She pulled his hand and moved away from him. Incredulously, he saw what she himself doubted, the storm was abating and with it the ship was somehow fading. Losing shape and form, colour and structure, it was simply dissipating, becoming thinner until it fell back into the mist and fog of tides and time out of view. ‘What on earth..' John ran after her and stood amongst the flotsam and jetsam, the barrels and boxes, the sodden caskets abandoned jars and containers. A few survivors struggled to get up, their clothes heavy, countenances shocked, pale and exhausted turned to look at where they were running, stumbling sliding down the pebbles, down to the edge of the receding tide.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

She had called the emergency services. ‘A drowning,‘ she had explained when the ambulances arrived. This after the police car and officers arrived along the narrow one-sided lane, that led past the sunken church to the meadows, and then along the narrow pathway to the stretching curve of  beach.She had explained the clothes, the abandoned shoes, the splash that had rippled in a sudden tearing of waves across what had now become an uneasy silence.They had brought a sniffer dog that had taken the scent from the garments and then followed the wind blown footsteps to the very edge of the lagoon.Officers had discovered the abandoned car parked in front of the churchyard and were puzzled by the pile of driftwood on the rear seat, a neatly carved wooden key ring, with the keys still left in the ignition.‘So love, you heard the splash, found the clothes and heard a scraping noise on the beach?'She had acknowledged this statement and was left wondering if he had heard her at all. It had happened. Her voice was still shaking, her stomach turning, Cassie was now running around confused and bewildered by all the commotion.A small crowd of locals, hikers  and campers from the nearby site had gathered behind the constable who stood blocking the access to the edge of the water. His arms stretched as if he was saving them from an indelicate truth.‘Yes, I thought I saw, I did see, a glimpse of something else above the tide, beyond the beach…' she was certain, but doubted he would believe her. He scratched his ear, leaned forward and called into his Walkie-Talkie.‘Call the ‘copter, we might need to look along the bar, across the beach…' There was a muffled, cackled reply. He released the call button and looked over her shoulder at where the search dog was pointing.Forepaw lifted, alert and frozen, the sniffer dog was clearly indicating something was awry. The officer again scratched his head, puzzled, uncertain and turned himself to look back at the car park, beyond the church.‘It won't be long,'he thought to himself,'until the whole world is watchin' us again!'Just then he heard a murmur from the growing crowd of onlookers, then a cry. He turned towards them all. He saw a huddle of shocked and surprised faces, mouths open, hands aloft, staring eyes and his constable turning his back to them all. Hands forgotten, arms akimbo, he gaped at what he saw. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

She turned and for what seemed like an eternity she looked through him, the ghost of himself, back to the other place and time from where he thought he was from.He could feel her bringing him into focus. He gaze like a lens bringing firmness and purpose to his own. Slowly, so slowly it seemed, her eyes recognised him. The distance of place and time fell away.He was with her.At last by her side.She beckoned to him. Her face turning from recognition, to hope, then madness, just as the storm itself. He lifted his eyes with hers, followed her pointing arm, beyond the thrashing waves and the wild frothing mouths of horses and out to the torn and broken sea.With a great lurch and crash of timbers, a ripping and tearing of what seemed the very fabric of place and time, the ship crashed, rolled and roared, resting amongst the gales and scream of tide and wind upon the ragged rocks.They held each other as the sailors jumped into the teeth of drowning waves and turmoil.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

She was on her knees now as he swam the last yards to the shore. He was exhausted, heavy and felt as much a part of the elements as he was within himself.‘Perhaps,' he thought out loud, ‘I was always here. Always now,' he swallowed water, choked, the brackish salty water tasted like the metallic skies that raced over head.Emily's screaming pulled him from his introspection, and his focus wavered as the remaining waters pulled him towards the berm.‘No! No!' She screamed as the ship towered above her, a great, fragile skeleton, it's sails torn, it's masts broken like matchsticks. He could see it clearly, in every detail,  as he clambered, bedraggled up the slope, the leaning, rolling ship magnified by the lens of roaring air above the shifting shingle.‘No! No! No!' She cried out again, flinging her arms like branches of an abandoned tree in the gale, bereft of leaves and hope as she looked out to the anonymous storm and the raging sea.He slipped and fell as he struggled towards her.‘Emily! Emily!' He shouted, fiercely against the rapture of the wind.‘Emily! Emily!'The stones were like heavy plates of inertia as her overcame his own and weight and seemingly the weight of the world he lifted himself into the full force of the storm. The raindrop were like stinging bullets, the wind raged against his very being, pushing, pressing, pummelling his body, his hope, his soul, as he stumbled towards her.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

Again, he had the choice. And this time he stepped over himself. Flicking off his shoes, tearing his shirt off, releasing his trousers to the sand at his feet he ran and plunged deep into the beckoning waters.The water was surprisingly warm, but heavy and still. The thickness of it made him struggle at first until he stopped fighting. A crowd of birds had flown into the sky as his dive had cut the sky reflected waters into ribbons and ripples of storm and cloud.Overhead the wind whipped and whistled as the birds wheeled, arched and fell in the unpredictability of the tattered and torn streams of air. The rain hissed off the surface, the sky darkened still further, in gales and blasts of thunder.He could see her clamber up the bank, a bedraggled figure as ragged as the ship and sails that towered over her as it came ever closer to the shingle beach.He was nearly upon the other side. The pull and tug of the waters, heavy, as he balanced his need to get to her as swiftly as possible and yet preserve enough energy for the beaching when it inevitably came.He chanced a look behind him. He could just see the church in the meadow, so close, so very close to the shore. The sky seemed to press down upon the roof, the island of trees planted to protect both the church and the thinning congregations, flailed in every direction, tossing wildly in a kind of frenzy that made his steady swim into the past even more unreal.He felt her calling and turned back towards the bar and Emily.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

‘John, John,' she whispered again, ‘Are we there yet?'He turned and looked out across the fleet, beyond the skies and to the edge of his world. Quietly he whispered back‘Almost my love, almost, take me back, take me back to the storm once again. And all at once, the sky seemed to seethe and  darken.As if the world had been shaken, held in the grasp of ferocious hands, the view shattered into thunderous rain. There was no difference between the clash and roar of the bar of rounded stones and the hardness of pebbles, as the sea mightily pounded in gusts of grey and steel against the broken beach.He held her tight. Gasping for breath as she tried to free herself from him, break free and run. Run madly, crazily, into the wind that threatened to hurl them both like rag dolls into the open jaws of a screaming sky.They could both see it. Against the horizon.Like a splattered fly against the glass. A ship leaning over. Sails torn and flapping. Figures like ants struggling to right the ship that was threatening to capsize as it rolled down and along great walls of waves and sinking reflections of a raging, simmering, sky. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

He felt her hand press his own. Reassurance. Affirmation. He never really knew.Each time anew.The grass was over grown again. Few people came here. Even fewer knew the place as he did. The immense skies, a constant theatre of changing clouds, above the great moving silence of the sea. And behind the great berm, the haven for all with wings and calling, the lagoon of calm and unruffled waters that mirrored the beauty of the place.They stepped over the low, now dry, run of the spring, the damselflies darting busily, scooping a myriad of nats, clouds of activity,in the late afternoon warmth and sun.The kissing gate led further, as the pathway edged the mud and marram grasses at the edge of the unkempt abandoned fields.She held his hand tighter. They were coming to their place, a refuge from the winds that twisted the trees in knots and branches, all bent and wrapped in invisible hands from the westerlies that had pushed ship and sail along the channel behind the Isle of Portland, for generations.The path was mostly overgrown here. The fence rotten and fallen, a few sheep grazed upon the borders, seagulls cried overhead and the wind sighed and fell, sighed and fell, ripening across the rippling wheatgrass.‘Here,' he heard her whisper, ‘here will do just fine.' Emily's voice was as light as the breeze. He could feel her summer dress ripple against his bare legs, almost smell her perfume as they sat down together on the rug he had brought with him from the car.‘John,' she whispered, softly into his ear, ‘John, can you see me again, am I still real for you?'Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

FleetAlmost hidden. Along the path, beside the cottages, parallel to the cobbled road, the sunken old church was hidden from view. The bend in the road took most drivers, walkers, and the occasional cyclist, past the new church to the camping and caravan park that huddled, straggling in knots along the thin strip of land that separated the folding waves of the fields from the lagoon, the shifting shingle of the bar, and beyond, the empty skies and further still, the sullen sea.They walked to the gate, lifted the latch and followed the footpath hand in hand, under the glistening thousands of silver green leaves that rustled drily in the late afternoon wind.The pathway was firm underfoot, the sand compacted, with a thin layer of grass, moss and clipped clover, that led them deeper into the dusk and the looming nave of the abandoned place of former worship.The flood of 1824 had breached the wall of shingle, the nine mile scimitar of moving stones that protected the lagoon from the channel. The weathered headstones pointed like blunted fingers at the low passing clouds. The wind blew again in great sighs, blustery whispers, moaning gently to the forgotten dead.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!p1964km@googlemail.com

durée : 01:27:00 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - Un numéro de l'émission "Ciné-Club" de 1998, dans lequel des cinéphiles se souviennent des films marquants de leur jeunesse, dans les années cinquante et soixante. Les Contrebandiers de Moonfleet de Fritz Lang (1955), La Nuit du chasseur de Charles Laughton (1955), Les Quatre Cents Coups de François Truffaut (1959), Fanny et Alexandre de Ingmar Bergman (1983). Voilà quelques-uns des films qui ont marqué l'enfance de  grands cinéphiles que sont Jean-Louis Schefer, Charles Tesson, Antoine de Baecque, Noël Simsolo, Serge Daney ou Alain Corneau.  Devenus critiques, réalisateurs, historiens et intellectuels du cinéma, ils témoignent dans cette émouvante émission, de leurs premiers émois cinématographiques. "Il y a des films qui ont regardé notre enfance" (Jean-Louis Schefer) Enfants spectateurs ou spectateurs de l'enfance, ils se souviennent de ces films emblématiques de la cinéphilie d'après-guerre, avec d'un côté les initiations et les épreuves vécues par les enfants de l'écran, et de l'autre, dans la salle, la découverte du monde par les films, avec ses enchantements ou ses arrachements. Avec en archives, la voix de Serge Daney - Avec des extraits des films : "Les Contrebandiers de Moonfleet" de Fritz Lang, "Sciuscià" de Vittorio De Sica, "La Nuit du chasseur" de Charles Laughton, "Fanny et Alexandre" de Ingmar Bergman, "Gloria" de John Cassavetes, "Allemagne, année zéro" de Roberto Rossellini, "Les Quatre cents coups" de François Truffaut, "Zéro de conduite" de Jean Vigo. Par Stéphane Bou Réalisation : Claude Giovannetti Ciné-club - des enfants au cinéma : l'apprentissage du monde (1ère diffusion le 25/02/1998) Rédaction web: Sylvain Alzial, Documentation sonore de Radio France Archive Ina-Radio France

durée : 01:30:01 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - Mardis du cinéma - Fritz Lang : Les Contrebandiers de Moonfleet (1ère diffusion : 23/01/1990)

durée : 01:30:01 - Les Nuits de France Culture - Par Noël Simsolo - Avec Serge Daney (critique de cinéma), Michel Cazenave (philosophe), Alain Corneau (cinéaste, scénariste), Bernard Eisenschitz (historien du cinéma) et Jean Douchet (critique de cinéma) - Réalisation Jean-Claude Loiseau

You can check out the Declassified MOD film on the Lyme Bay Trials here (a clip of this appears in the show audio) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTwQJ1ASyws&t=302s    You can also check out various documentaries and excerpts of  press coverage of the Zinc Cadmium and Lyme Bay Trials produced when these issues first hit the headlines over at https://www.youtube.com/user/experimentsrus/featured    INDEPENDENT REVIEW OF THE POSSIBLE HEALTH HAZARDS OF THE LARGE-SCALE RELEASE OF BACTERIA DURING THE DORSET DEFENCE TRIALS Professor Brian G. Spratt FRS, Wellcome Trust Centre for the Epidemiology of Infectious Disease, University of Oxford. https://zeltus.eu/mre/downloads/dorset_bacteria_trials.pdf   Zinc Cadmium Sulphide Dispersion Trials Report by the Academy of Medical Sciences to the Chief Scientific Adviser, Ministry of Defence on the Zinc Cadmium Sulphide dispersion trials undertaken in the United Kingdom between 1953 and 1964. December 1999  https://acmedsci.ac.uk/file-download/34958-ZincCadm.pdf   For a recent historical appraisal of these issues, other open-air trials in the UK- as well as public and technical/ expert discourse on these matters see also:  Ulf Schmidt ( 2015)  Secret Science, Chapter 7.   

Hoy me lanzo a la aventura de hablar sobre la literatura de aventuras. Y lo hago de la mano de María José Solano. Y os desgrano su currículum para que flipéis. Es licenciada en Historia del Arte, es co-fundadora de zendalibros.com, colabora en ABC Cultural, Publishers Weekly Magazine en español y FD Magazine. Es la responsable de la editorial Zenda Aventuras, cuyo primer libro del catálogo, El Diamante de Moonfleet, fue galardonado con el International Latino Book Awards de California en la categoría de “Best Fiction Book Traslation (English to Spanish 2020)”. Actualmente conduce el podcast de entrevistas de ABC “Casa de fieras”. Pues con ella vamos a hablar de la definición de la novela de aventuras, de los referentes y de su libro favorito. *** Soy Ana Ballabriga, escritora a cuatro manos con David Zaplana de novelas de misterio. Puedes encontrar más información sobre mí en ballabrigazaplana.com y en IG @BallabrigaAna

Hoy me lanzo a la aventura de hablar sobre la literatura de aventuras. Y lo hago de la mano de María José Solano. Y os desgrano su currículum para que flipéis. Es licenciada en Historia del Arte, es co-fundadora de zendalibros.com, colabora en ABC Cultural, Publishers Weekly Magazine en español y FD Magazine. Es la responsable de la editorial Zenda Aventuras, cuyo primer libro del catálogo, El Diamante de Moonfleet, fue galardonado con el International Latino Book Awards de California en la categoría de “Best Fiction Book Traslation (English to Spanish 2020)”. Actualmente conduce el podcast de entrevistas de ABC “Casa de fieras”. Pues con ella vamos a hablar de la definición de la novela de aventuras, de los referentes y de su libro favorito. *** Soy Ana Ballabriga, escritora a cuatro manos con David Zaplana de novelas de misterio. Puedes encontrar más información sobre mí en ballabrigazaplana.com y en IG @BallabrigaAna

Hoy me lanzo a la aventura de hablar sobre la literatura de aventuras. Y lo hago de la mano de María José Solano. Y os desgrano su currículum para que flipéis. Es licenciada en Historia del Arte, es co-fundadora de zendalibros.com, colabora en ABC Cultural, Publishers Weekly Magazine en español y FD Magazine. Es la responsable de la editorial Zenda Aventuras, cuyo primer libro del catálogo, El Diamante de Moonfleet, fue galardonado con el International Latino Book Awards de California en la categoría de “Best Fiction Book Traslation (English to Spanish 2020)”. Actualmente conduce el podcast de entrevistas de ABC “Casa de fieras”. Pues con ella vamos a hablar de la definición de la novela de aventuras, de los referentes y de su libro favorito. *** Soy Ana Ballabriga, escritora a cuatro manos con David Zaplana de novelas de misterio. Puedes encontrar más información sobre mí en ballabrigazaplana.com y en IG @BallabrigaAna

We're finally back; this time talking JR's pick, Fritz Lang's Moonfleet from 1955. We also get into lots of other stuff we watched including new releases, Judas and the Black Messiah, Malcolm and Marie, and The Little Things. Thanks for listening. Enjoy! Filmyakpodcast@gmail.com Filmyakpodcast.com @Filmyakpodcast on IG

We're finally back; this time talking JR's pick, Fritz Lang's Moonfleet from 1955. We also get into lots of other stuff we watched including new releases, Judas and the Black Messiah, Malcolm and Marie, and The Little Things. Thanks for listening. Enjoy! Filmyakpodcast@gmail.com Filmyakpodcast.com @Filmyakpodcast on IG

We're back with Moonfleet today - and  we're officially over 50% completion of the book. Whew!  Today, John is about to discover just how important his discover in Blackbeard's vault really was. Want more from Creative Whispers ASMR? Check out our YouTube Channel - and be sure to subscribe!https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzycAuN8h9mt2bUK4X3eZdw   There are two other ways you can support this podcast to keep us online, without loud interrupting ads, and keep future episodes coming. You can sign up for your very first audible trial, and get an audiobook for free by going to http://www.audibletrial.com/CreativeWhispersASMRIf you find yourself having a hard time falling asleep with headphones in, I recommend trying out a bluetooth headphone sleep mask! This one is washable with built-n speakers, but feel free to find something else that you love!https://amzn.to/2MNtxfh

Tonight, we’ll read the opening to "Moonfleet", a 1898 novel written by English writer J. Meade Falkner. The plot is an adventure tale of smuggling, treasure, and shipwreck set in 18th century England. Falkner is best known for writing this book. A feature of the narrative is a continuing reference to the board game of backgammon which is played by the patrons of the "Why Not? Inn" on an antique board which bears a Latin inscription that translates to:“As in life, so in a game of hazard, skill will make something of the worst of throws.” -- Read by 'N'Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/snoozecast)

durée : 01:30:01 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Philippe Garbit, Albane Penaranda, Mathilde Wagman - Par Noël Simsolo - Avec Serge Daney (critique de cinéma), Michel Cazenave (philosophe), Alain Corneau (cinéaste, scénariste), Bernard Eisenschitz (historien du cinéma) et Jean Douchet (critique de cinéma) - Réalisation Jean-Claude Loiseau - réalisation : Virginie Mourthé

I hope you had a wonderful holiday! We're back with Moonfleet today - and this chapter officially marks 50% completion of the book. Whew! When we last left off, John was joined by Ratsey in the cave above the ocean. Today, you'll hear just what news Rastey has brought to him. ----more---- Want more from Creative Whispers ASMR? Check out our YouTube Channel - and be sure to subscribe!https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzycAuN8h9mt2bUK4X3eZdw Want your very own short story to be read on a future podcast?  Fill out the quick form here: https://goo.gl/forms/BJRomWz5woKNik0J3 There are two other ways you can support this podcast to keep us online, without loud interrupting ads, and keep future episodes coming. You can sign up for your very first audible trial, and get an audiobook for free by going to http://www.audibletrial.com/CreativeWhispersASMRYou can also check out these awesome Bluetooth headphones, perfect for sleeping, and support the podcast at the same time!https://amzn.to/2xQQXJt   Thank you for listening! * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

As we come to the end of the year (and decade), in this bumper episode Luke and Eden reflect on their highlights of 2019, including favourite books, trips, artists, composers and crafts.Resources we mention include:Calico CaptiveThe Witch of Blackbird PondThe Bronze BowChasing VermeerThe Ocean of Truth - The Story of Sir Isaac NewtonAbigail Adams - Witness to a RevolutionMoonfleet

Happy Monday Creative Whispers Listeners! I'm back! Thank you to everyone who has left feedback while I was away. I promise I'll work on any requests that were sent. As always, thank you for being here with me!  To support this podcast, and download your free audiobook today go to:http://www.audibletrial.com/CreativeWhispersASMR P.S. You can also support this podcast becoming a Patron.Check out my Patron Page here: ASMRcreativewhispers * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

Happy Tuesday Creative Whispers Listeners! We finally made it to the end of Chapter 10 of Moonfleet! Our beloved characters find themselves in a bit of a sticky situation, but Elzevir has something up his sleeve. As always, thank you for being here with me!  To download your free audiobook today go to:http://www.audibletrial.com/CreativeWhispersASMR P.S. You can also support this podcast becoming a Patron.Check out my Patron Page here: ASMRcreativewhispers * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

Segunda y última parte en la que Pan, Garfio y Sparrow, entre otros personajes icónicos, van de la mano acompañados de músicos como Powell, Williams, McNeely, Zimmer, Knopfler o Newton Howard, en las películas: Peter Pan en Regreso al País de Nunca Jamás, Descubriendo Nunca Jamás, Pan: Viaje a Nunca Jamás, Peter Pan, Peter Pan: La gran aventura, Hook: El Capitán Garfio, El corsario escarlata, Los piratas de las islas salvajes, Viento en las velas, Piratas del Caribe: La maldición de la Perla Negra, Piratas del Caribe: En el fin del mundo, Los contrabandistas de Moonfleet, La princesa prometida.

Segunda y última parte en la que Pan, Garfio y Sparrow, entre otros personajes icónicos, van de la mano acompañados de músicos como Powell, Williams, McNeely, Zimmer, Knopfler o Newton Howard, en las películas: Peter Pan en Regreso al País de Nunca Jamás, Descubriendo Nunca Jamás, Pan: Viaje a Nunca Jamás, Peter Pan, Peter Pan: La gran aventura, Hook: El Capitán Garfio, El corsario escarlata, Los piratas de las islas salvajes, Viento en las velas, Piratas del Caribe: La maldición de la Perla Negra, Piratas del Caribe: En el fin del mundo, Los contrabandistas de Moonfleet, La princesa prometida.

Happy Tuesday Creative Whispers Listeners! I'm back after a short break with part 2 of Chapter 10 of Moonfleet!  To download your free audiobook today go to:http://www.audibletrial.com/CreativeWhispersASMR As always, thank you for being here with me!  P.S. You can also support this podcast becoming a Patron.Check out my Patron Page here: ASMRcreativewhispers * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

This week, I have a nice podcast featuring tapping sounds! It's been rainy here, and the sound of light raindrops falling always lulls me to sleep. This is a really popuar ASMR trigger, so I hope you enjoy! If it's not your cup of tea, don't worry, I'll be back next week with more Moonfleet for you. Sweet Dreams!If you want to support this Podcast while trying audible out for free, just click here:http://www.audibletrial.com/CreativeWhispersASMR

Happy Monday Creative Whispers Listeners!I'm back this week with the first part of Chapter 10 of Moonfleet! I'm hoping to get back on track with publishing a new episode every Monday. This week, Elziveir and John attempt an extremely dangerous escape, unseen by the Posse. Can they make it? To download your free audiobook today go to:http://www.audibletrial.com/CreativeWhispersASMR As always, thank you for being here with me!  P.S. You can also support this podcast becoming a Patron.Check out my Patron Page here: ASMRcreativewhispers * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

Happy Monday Creative Whispers Listeners! I'm back this week with chapter 9 of Moonfleet! Someone mentioned trying to read more slowly, so I really took my time on this one. I hope you like it. The crux of the tension has built up until now in the story, and we see the action really start to pop this week. If you aren't caught up, I do suggest going back and listening to the other chapters, this would be a huge spoiler otherwise.  As always, thank you for being here with me!  Want your very own short story to be read on a future podcast?  Fill out the quick form here: https://goo.gl/forms/BJRomWz5woKNik0J3 Support this podcast, and stay in 'the know' by becoming a Patron! Check out my Patron Page here: ASMRcreativewhispers * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

Happy Monday Creative Whispers Listeners!I'm back this week with another chapter of Moonfleet! Things are really starting to get exciting, and the tension builds between Elezvir and Maskew. If you aren't caught up, I do suggest going bacl and listening to the other chapters. As always, thank you for being here with me!  Want your very own short story to be read on a future podcast?  Fill out the quick form here: https://goo.gl/forms/BJRomWz5woKNik0J3Support this podcast, and stay in 'the know' by becoming a Patron! Check out my Patron Page here: ASMRcreativewhispers * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

Happy Monday Creative Whispers Listeners!I'm back this week with another chapter of Moonfleet. Sometimes, I get a little wrapped up in the story and have to remind myself to slow down, ha!Just a reminder that I'm always open to Podcast suggestions! If you're on Podbean with me, go ahead and leave a comment. If you're tuning in on iTunes, feel free to leave a review with your request! I hope to have a 'suggestion' form ready for you soon as well. As always, thank you for being here with me! I'm so happy to be doing something I love... even if it's in the middle of the night. :) Want more from Creative Whispers ASMR? Check out my YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzycAuN8h9mt2bUK4X3eZdw   It's been snowing here, and I renectly discovered weighted blankets. Where have these been my whole life? Seriously though, they are warm, and make me feel like I'm tucked in and being snuggled, helping me fall asleep a little more easily, so I wanted to share. https://amzn.to/2SSY3Ws Want your very own short story to be read on a future podcast?  Fill out the quick form here: https://goo.gl/forms/BJRomWz5woKNik0J3 * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

Last ASMR Podcast before 2019!I really wish I could spend my Holiday at home, creating some Podcasts for you. Alas, I'll be on the road visiting family. Thanks for being here with me in 2018, I look forward to what the new year will bring!  I hope you are enjoyingMoonflleet by J. Meade Falkner! We're almost halfway through the book! I'm hoping to carve out enough time for read/editing to get a few longer reads in of Moonfleet in the new year. Thank you for listening!Want more from Creative Whispers ASMR? Check out our YouTube Channel!https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzycAuN8h9mt2bUK4X3eZdw * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment.  Want your very own short story to be read on a future podcast?  Fill out the quick form here: https://goo.gl/forms/BJRomWz5woKNik0J3  

Welcome back!  Today is all of chapter 5 of the Moonfleet story. This is one of the shorter chapters. I look forward to getting another episode out for you soon! Thank you for listening!   * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

Welcome back! Today I'm wrapping up chapter 4 of Moonflleet by J. Meade Falkner! Sorry this is a short one. I was leaving for a week and wanted to make sure you got a little something as soon as I was back and able to edit.  Thank you for listening!   * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. - Links to any Amazon products provided above are affiliate links, I've purchased the products myself and am not sponsored to share them. 

Welcome back! Today I'm continuing with Moonflleet (part 3) by J. Meade Falkner! A huge thanks to eveyrone who reached out with feedback, hopefully the background noise is getting better!  Thank you for listening! Want more from Creative Whispers ASMR? Check out my YouTube Channel!https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzycAuN8h9mt2bUK4X3eZdwCurrently Recording on the Tascam DR-05: https://amzn.to/2ODCXJ9 Want your very own short story to be read on a future podcast?  Fill out the quick form here: https://goo.gl/forms/BJRomWz5woKNik0J3Have feedback? Email me at: creativewhispersasmr@gmail.com* Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. - Links to any Amazon products provided above are affiliate links, I've purchased the products myself and am not sponsored to share them. 

Welcome back! Today I'm continuing with Moonflleet by J. Meade Falkner! This is quite a long book, and therefore this series will be many, many parts. Feel free to leave a review and let me know what you think! Next week I'll probably switch things up for those who may not like these whispered stories. Stay tuned. Thank you for listening! Want more from Creative Whispers ASMR? Check out my YouTube Channel!https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzycAuN8h9mt2bUK4X3eZdw Want your very own short story to be read on a future podcast?  Fill out the quick form here: https://goo.gl/forms/BJRomWz5woKNik0J3* Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment. 

I hope you enjoy this first part of Moonflleet by J. Meade Falkner!This is quite a long book, so I intend to break it down into a multi-part series. Feel free to leave me a comment and let me know what you think!Thank you for listening!Want more from Creative Whispers ASMR? Check out our YouTube Channel!https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzycAuN8h9mt2bUK4X3eZdw * Disclaimer: This podcast is not meant to be a replacement for any medical treatment, it's simply for relaxation and enjoyment.  Want your very own short story to be read on a future podcast?  Fill out the quick form here: https://goo.gl/forms/BJRomWz5woKNik0J3  

Huw Kennair-Jones arrived at the Archers after recently producing Medici: Masters Of Florence, starring Dustin Hoffman and Richard Madden; and New Tricks for Headstrong Pictures, where he also series produced Waterloo Road. Between 2008 and 2014, he worked for Sky Entertainment as a commissioning editor at Sky Drama, and was also executive producer on programmes including Hit And Miss, Strike Back, Mad Dogs, Thorne, Terry Pratchett's Going Postal and Moonfleet. He previously worked as a commissioning executive for Sky 1, a story producer for EastEnders, a series producer for Dream Team and a producer for Holby City. In this interview with Paddy O'Connell on Broadcasting Hosue on Radio 4, he tells of listening to The Archers on Sunday mornings as a child while his mother did the ironing - and his thoughts on ther task ahead.

Moonfleet, Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, The Indian Epic

John Wilson is in Salford for the unveiling of this year's Front Row neon artwork. The artwork was established in 2011 to celebrate the presence of the BBC in the north and involves a cultural luminary supplying a word in their handwriting to be rendered in neon. The writer and comedian Victoria Wood is the guest artist for the 2013 artwork and joins John to switch it on. Singer-Songwriter Sam Smith is the winner of this year's Brits Critics' Choice award. He follows Adele, Florence & the Machine, Ellie Goulding, Jessie J, Emeli Sandé, and Tom Odell, who have also won the award in previous years. Earlier this year, Smith's collaboration with the much in demand record producer Naughty Boy led to the number one hit single La La La. Smith talks to John Wilson about what the award means to him and why he's looking forward to 2014. Moonfleet is a new television family drama starring Ray Winstone and Phil Daniels as members of a gang of smugglers. Adapted by Ashley Pharoah (Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes), from the John Meade Falkner novel, the story is set in a small Dorset village called Moonfleet and follows the gang in their attempt to find a lost diamond. The writer Flic Everett reviews. The Imperial War Museum North has just unveiled a World War I painting that hasn't been seen in public for almost a century. Ypres, 1915 was an Imperial War Museum commission for the museum's first home in Crystal Palace. Damaged by water, the huge painting by Gilbert Rogers - it's more than three metres high and 4 metres wide - remained in storage for decades. It's now been restored and put on view to mark the start of the museum's First World War centenary programme. John takes a look at the painting in the company of curator Jenny Wood. Producer: Ekene Akalawu.

Chris de Burgh (* 15. Oktober 1948 in Venado Tuerto, Argentinien) ist ein irischer Sänger und Komponist. Zu seinen größten Erfolgen zählen die Lieder The Lady In Red, Don't Pay The Ferryman, Where Peaceful Waters Flow und High On Emotion. Insgesamt verkauften sich seine 16 Studio-Alben bislang über 45 Millionen Mal weltweit. Die Platten erhielten rund 200 Mal Gold oder Platin. Seine aktuelle CD heißt „Moonfleet and Other Stories“ mit der er auch 2011 auf Tournee geht. Mehr über Chris de Burgh in der 199 Folge des Promigeflüsters. Infos unter: www.cdeb.com