The Turtledove

I’m glad to announce that my short story ‘The Turtledove’ is officially out on Audible.
As voiced in my last post; For those of you who don’t know, ‘the Turtledove’ is a short fiction story about the life of Edgar Carlisle; a middle aged man suffering from moderate stage Alzheimer’s disease – a fragile topic close to many of our hearts. Writing this story has been a heart-rending journey, but I hope that in doing so, I’ve managed to shine some light on a very prominent issue that all of us have more than likely come face to face with at one time or another – whether that be through a family member or friend.

I hope you enjoy listening to my story.

Best wishes,
Ashley Green

Listen to The Turtledove here: https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/The-Turtledove-Audiobook/B07NWZRBLM?qid=1550736375&sr=1-19&ref=a_search_c3_lProduct_1_19&pf_rd_p=c6e316b8-14da-418d-8f91-b3cad83c5183&pf_rd_r=7ZDD6GWH4FAC69AWX891&

The Turtledove

Hello all,
I’m glad to announce that my short story ‘The Turtledove’ will soon be available to listen to on Audible, narrated by the fantastic Roland Harrad.

For those of you who don’t know, ‘the Turtledove’ is a short fiction story about the life of Edgar Carlisle; a middle aged man suffering from moderate stage Alzheimer’s disease – a fragile topic close to many of our hearts. Stay updated for more information.

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Best wishes,
Ashley Green

 

The Road to Today

When I was 7 years old, my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I replied with two words; two words that perhaps on some unfathomable, subconscious level would determine my fate for the rest of my life. Ten years later, here I am; a goofy, English writer, living to make dreams come true, in the form of fine literature. The path to today was not so straight forward, though. It was dark, and winding, and on some days, I thought it would never cease. Ever since I was young, growing up in a world seemingly full of so much pain and suffering, my inevitable dream was to save people; to help those in need.

Throughout my live I’ve aspired to pursue all sorts of professions; from scientist, to doctor, to royal marine. However, as I got older, I came to the realisation that there is another way to save people; perhaps one of the most delicate procedures of all – writing. As the extraordinary Virginia Woolfe once said, ‘books are the mirrors of the soul’, and when I write, I do it not just for myself and for my dreams, but for those in the world that seek solace and hope and characters who are not just entirely unique in every way, but also unequivocally relatable. 

‘Depression may rain down on me like a hail of bullets that promises to prevail, fear may even strive to drown me – day in, day out, like the shore of a merciless sea; and perhaps I will always be asunder these dark clouds of pain and sorrow, but I will cry in the rain no more; for I have learnt to dance in it instead – and I will do so for the rest of time. Even better, I know that I won’t be dancing alone.’ – The Book Man of New Orleans

The Life of Nelly Sachs – a profound Jewish writer who survived the horrors of Nazi Germany and the holocaust

Nelly Sachs, (full name; Leonie Sachs) was born on the 10th December 1891. She grew up in Berlin, Germany, where she studied music and dancing at a young age, and later on began writing poetry. She was educated at home due to her frail health, and although she showed early signs of talent as a dancer, her protective parents didn’t encourage her to pursue a profession, most likely due to the ever rising prejudice in a rapidly growing Nazi -Germany. Therefore, Miss. Sachs grew up as a very sheltered, introverted young woman and never married. As the Nazis took power, she became terribly ridden with fear and horror, to the point where she temporarily lost the ability to speak. She was good friends with Selma Lagerlöf, a Swedish author and teacher, and also the first female writer to win a Nobel Prize (Nobel prize in literature, 1909).  It was thanks to her that Nelly and her Mother escaped Nazi Germany. Shortly before her own death, Lagerlöf had intervened with the Swedish royal family to secure Nelly and her Mother’s release from Germany. They managed to escape on the last flight from Nazi Germany to Sweden, just a week before Sachs was scheduled to report to a concentration camp.

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Sachs and her Mother settled in Sweden and she claimed Swedish citizenship in 1952.  However, after her Mother’s death, Sachs suffered several nervous breakdowns characterised by hallucinations, paranoia, and delusions of persecution by Nazis. She spent a number of years in a mental institution, where she continued writing, even while she was hospitalised. Eventually, Sachs recovered sufficiently enough to live on her own, although her mental health would always be fragile. Her worst breakdown was ostensibly triggered when she heard German speech during a trip to Switzerland to accept a literary prize. However, she maintained a forgiving attitude toward a younger generation of Germans, and corresponded with many German-speaking writers of the post-war period. Her experiences resulting from the rise of the Nazis in World War II Europe had transformed her into a poignant spokesperson for the grief and yearnings of her fellow Jews.

“World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire–” 
― Nelly Sachs
Nelly won a Nobel Prize Award for Literature in 1966, and died on the 12th May, 1970.