Sunday, July 03, 2011

The Declaration of Independence - Scotland's gift to America

July 4, 2011 : The Declaration of Independence : Scotland's gift to America.

All over America firecrackers are going off, picnic hampers are being brought out and millions of families are gathering for what they call Christmas in July.

Welcome to Independence Day. Today Americans the world over celebrate the anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the document which ensured that the Home of the Brave would become the Land of the Free. As a Scotsman who has made his home in America, the 4th of July always produces mixed feelings of pride and regret.

I am proud of Scotland's contribution to America's struggle for independence and to the creation of the Declaration itself, which was loosely based on Scotland's Declaration of Arbroath. In 1320 that inspirational document asserted the Scottish nation's independence in these stirring and unforgettable words:

"...as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom - for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself."

By some estimates as many as three-quarters of the fifty-six signatories to the USA's Declaration of Independence were Scots-born or had some Scots ancestry. The contribution of so many Scots and Americans of Scottish descent in the creation of the United States prompted President Woodrow Wilson to remark that "Every line of strength in American history is a line colored with Scottish blood."

Hence my pride in America's celebration of a nation's God-given right to control its own destiny.

Why, then, do I have mixed emotions on this happy day? Because sometimes my American friends ask me "When is Scotland's Independence Day?" It saddens me to have to wipe the smiles off their shiny happy faces by telling them that, er, we Scots are not actually quite independent - not yet anyway.  I have to tell them that Scotland is "devolved" rather than independent. They look at me in disappointment and say: "Gee, but I thought you guys had balls. In fact, we could just about see them, in Braveheart, under all those short kilts."

My Independence Day will be spent at a fireworks display in California, in the poetically-named Pacific Palisades Park, where there is a monument to John Paul Jones, the Scotsman who inspired the American Navy in the nation's battle for liberty. Tonight, as the rockets light up the Californian sky and plummet into the Pacific, I'll be wondering how Scotland's democratic ideals of independence and the sovereignty of the people, ideals which now burn so brightly all over the world, somehow fizzled out in the land of their birth. I'll be hoping that in the words of our national Bard, Robert Burns, "it's coming yet, for a' that".

Meanwhile, wherever you are, have a happy Independence Day.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Rowling leaves her literary agency

Another sign of the digital tsunami sweeping all before it. As revealed in the Bookseller, JK Rowling has left her agency to join a much more digital-savvy operation . Another nail in the coffin of the traditional book business.

here's the link to the article  http://bit.ly/lqNGAL

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Feedback


Who's the other cowboy in the photo? Yes, it's Roy Rogers. The significance of the photo is revealed in my memoir about my strange friendship with a Scottish serial killer. If you can take the time to check out the opening of the Butler Did It on paulpender.com, I'd welcome the feedback. I've been offered a publishing deal and am currently looking at my various options.

I'll post a few more chapters soon.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Butler Did It - My Curious Friendship with a Serial Killer

I've just posted the opening chapter on my web site. Please feel free to comment.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Hello again. It's been three years since my last confession.

For my penance I will try to blog more often.

Friday, September 15, 2006

California Dreaming

The flight from Glasgow, Scotland, across the Pond to Los Angeles gives me ample time to reflect on why I made the trip from Caledonia to California in the first place, some eight years ago . I'm a screenwriter by trade, and as a fellow scribe once said of the Hollywood studios: "They ruin your stories. They massacre your ideas. They prostitute your art. They trample on your pride. And what do you get in return? A fortune."

But the money is only part of it. California is fascinating in all its aspects - its technology, its climate, its ethnic mix and, yes, even its culture. When Team USA flew to Los Angeles after the 1998 Olympics, President Clinton pointed out that every nation on earth has a significant ethnic population in California. America is the great melting pot, and California provides a great deal of the heat. Disembarking at LAX and gazing at the great ethnic variety of Angelinos milling around I realise that already I am swimming in the gene pool.

This is not just a journey through 5000 miles of space, it's a journey through time. In California the future has already happened.

Santa Monica is where Los Angeles meets the ocean. It is always a special moment when I arrive here, open the shutters of my apartment and see the palm trees stretching into the distance along Ocean Avenue. Gazing out on the infinite blue of the Pacific, it's hard to believe that less than 16 hours ago I was locking up my Glasgow flat on a dreich Scottish morning. Linguists will note that already I am reprogramming my vocabulary. In the USA you do not live in a flat - you live in an apartment. A flat is what happens when your tyre is punctured. Make that your tire.

Dreams can be punctured here too, unless you are one of the lucky few chosen for success by the great dream factories which are the Hollywood studios. In this blog I'll be sending a regular tickertape from Tinseltown, letting you know whether its streets really are paved with gold, or Goldwyn. Meanwhile, to all of you back home - missing you already.