David Malouf has died. I stopped reading David Malouf simply because I had read everything he had written. I lie. Not his poetry. It is a great failure of mine, I can only read poetry that I read at high school. Some lack of trust in myself. Some lack in myself. Some lack. So, correction. […]
“An adult is in charge,” I thought while reading ‘The Separation’ by Christopher Priest. On the news of his recent death, I moved a few of his novels towards the top of my unread pile, and ‘The Separation’ was the first that I hit. On starting, I wondered why I had not read it earlier […]
The opening of the first paragraph of Testostero by David Foster may be the most Australian thing* I have ever read, and it is not even set here: The most astounding feature of Venice to Noel Horniman, who at age forty is seeing it for the first time, is not the architecture – which seems […]
(Having mentioned Ron Dionne in my first post, here is a review of his novel SAD JINGO I previously posted elsewhere) We know why the children who read Harry Potter identify with the main wizard. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if there was magic in the world? And if there was, of course I would be […]
I’ve been blogging in a few places under a nom de guerre, which was all lots of fun, but the years pass by and the things I meant to do remain undone, and I realised blogging had become another distraction, or worse, an ersatz alternative to writing fiction, a trick that allows me to think, […]
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