‘We read to know we are not alone,’ – the character of C.S. Lewis says this line in William Nicholson’s play, Shadowlands. To know that someone else shares our embarrassments, fears, doubts, longings…or if not shares them, has at least had the thought flitter across their mind … Read more
I find it very hard to write about Australia. This is partially a landscape issue. When writing fiction, I don’t open with the sunset. When I stare out over the canyon, my inner ear picks up no ambient string refrains. I will never publish a novel about … Read more
The debate about the ethics of cultural appropriation was reignited recently when the Australian fashion label Perks and Mini (P.A.M.) were criticised for their use of African-themed designs in a fashion collection displayed in the Melbourne Now exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria earlier this year. … Read more
The opening page of Gary Shteyngart’s memoir, Little Failure, begins with the young author standing in a now closed branch of New York’s famous bookstore The Strand, reading a page of St Petersberg:Architecture of the Tsars.
The pages of the report pertaining to Inquest No. 51/1003 – ‘Inquisition before Coroner sitting alone’ – are held together by a split-pin fastener that’s been in place so long its rust has pressed into the paper. There are sixteen foolscap sheets including a doctor’s report and … Read more
‘The only people for me,’ Jack Kerouac wrote in his autobiographical novel On the Road, ‘are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say … Read more
‘Well at this point, I guess you’re only as sick as you feel.’
A friend and I leapt aboard a combi that accelerated and slowed around Trujillo, a coastal city in northern Peru, moving farther out into the fringing districts until we had left the bustle behind. It turned down a narrow track; when it ended we clambered out and … Read more