Three sources of solace on a slow word day

1. A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. Thomas Mann 2. The best writers write slower than everyone else, and the better they are, the slower they write. William Deresiewicz 3. One-Way Street, Walter Benjamin POST NO BILLS The Writer’s Technique in Thirteen Theses. Anyone intending…

Now reading: Die Nibelungen

Franz Keim & Carl Otto Czeschka (illus.), Die Nibelungen (faksimile edition 1972). Of all the beautiful and wonderful artworks and objects at the Vienna Art + Design exhibition at the NGV in Melbourne, the one that most intrigued me was the open pages of what appeared to be a graphic novel. I was being rushed…

Reading at Off The Page tonight

Catch a plane or hitch on a road-train bound for Alice Springs today. Come and support local literature and be entertained by 6 talented local writers. Where: Watertank Café (Hele Crescent) from 7pm. Readings by Kelly-lee Hickey, Leni Shilton, Glenn Morrison, Penny Whiley, Meg Mooney, Michael Giacometti. Music by Ben Allen. More info here. Produced…

I am what I read (4) 2013

I read with a different purpose in 2013. Much of what I read was research for the novel I continue to write, This landscape of failure. Hence, the journals of expeditions to places unknown, and gospels of the known and little known. I read David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas after seeing the film and enjoyed both equally.…

I am what I read (3) 2012

I have introduced a new page: INFLUENCES: a reading list. In 2012 I rediscovered the wonderful prose of Albert Camus. The final sentences of The Stranger are spellbinding. I unearthed Michel Houellebecq’s The map and the territory and Atomised, was delighted by the fact or fiction HHhH by Laurent Binet. And finally two notable reads:…

I am what I read (2) 2011

I have introduced a new page: INFLUENCES: a reading list. 2010 contained some remarkable surprises. On my second attempt I got past the (yawn!) first 100 pages of the book that goes nowhere, Flaubert’s Madame Bovary. I discovered Orhan Pamuk, whose My name is Red narrated from a handover of one narrator to another gave…

I am what I read

In July 2008 I emerged from the Simpson Desert after completing a 24-day solo and unsupported walk charged with creative possibility. It was then, finally, that I became a writer. A year-an-half later I began to keep a record of my reading. These are my latterly influences. Be it reading for pleasure or distraction, for…