This post would possibly be better done at the end of the year given that its subject - annual anthologies - relates most commonly to end-of-year publishing. However, not all such anthologies are published at year's end, and, anyhow, I was inspired to write this post because my reading group is about to do one … Continue reading Monday musings on Australian literature: Annual anthologies
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Edith Wharton, Writing a war story (Review)
"Writing a war story" is quite different to the Edith Whartons I've read to date, and it was clear from the opening sentence - "Miss Ivy Spang of Cornwall-on-Hudson had published a little volume of verse before the war". It was the comic tone that did it. All the previous works of hers I've read, several novels and … Continue reading Edith Wharton, Writing a war story (Review)
My literary week (3), mid-winter 2016
Today pretty much marks the middle of winter for us downunder, and what an unusually cold and wet winter it's been, at least in my city. We've had more rain than usual, and we've had snow, which is rare for us though not unheard of. Our average July maximum is around 12-13°C but this last … Continue reading My literary week (3), mid-winter 2016
Monday musings on Australian literature: Miles Franklin Award, the third decade (1978-1987)
Today's post is the third in my little sub-series of posts looking at the Miles Franklin Award by decade. As before, I don't plan to list all the decade's winners, as you can find them on the Award's official site. Instead, I'll share some interesting snippets, inspired by my Trove meanders. Women writers on the rise? The late 1970s and 1980s … Continue reading Monday musings on Australian literature: Miles Franklin Award, the third decade (1978-1987)
Larissa Behrendt, Under skin, in blood (Review)
In my last review - that for Ali Cobby Eckermann's Ruby Moonlight - I shared the following lines: Jack knows the remainder of the conversation before it was spoke ya see any blacks roaming best ya kill 'em disease spreading pests ("Visitor", from Ruby Moonlight) Quite coincidentally, this point I was making, that it was not … Continue reading Larissa Behrendt, Under skin, in blood (Review)
Ali Cobby Eckermann, Ruby Moonlight (Review)
Ali Cobby Eckermann has been on my radar for a while, so when Lisa announced her 2016 Indigenous Literature Week, I decided Eckermann's verse novel Ruby Moonlight would be my first choice. This novel won the poetry prize and the book of the year in the 2013 New South Wales Premier's Literary Awards. I enjoy verse novels but … Continue reading Ali Cobby Eckermann, Ruby Moonlight (Review)
Julie Proudfoot, The neighbour (Review)
When Julie Proudfoot offered me her debut novel, The neighbour, for review I was more than happy to accept. After all, it had won Seizure magazine's Viva La Novella Prize in 2014, and you all know how much I love a novella. I must say it's a gorgeous looking book. I'm not one to judge books … Continue reading Julie Proudfoot, The neighbour (Review)
Monday musings on Australian literature: Spotlight on Larissa Behrendt
This is the fourth in my occasional series of Spotlight posts inspired by Annette Marfording's Celebrating Australian Writing: Conversations with Australian Authors, and this time I'm featuring an indigenous author to coincide with Lisa's (ANZLitLovers) Indigenous Literature Week. Larissa Behrendt is the perfect subject for what is also NAIDOC Week, not only because she has a few books under her belt, … Continue reading Monday musings on Australian literature: Spotlight on Larissa Behrendt
Do you consult consumer reviews?
I am not one of those who in expressing opinions confine themselves to facts. (Mark Twain, Wearing White Clothes speech, 1907) In asking this question about consulting consumer reviews, I'm talking not only about those for books (such as on GoodReads and Amazon), but for restaurants, hotels, and all sorts of other things like clothes and … Continue reading Do you consult consumer reviews?
William Makepeace Thackeray, The luck of Barry Lyndon (#Review)
By the time I reached about the 30% mark (on my Kindle) of William Makepeace Thackeray's classic novel, The luck of Barry Lyndon, I was reminded of a monologue by English comedian Cyril Fletcher which my father had on an old gramophone record. It's about a "lunatic" (this was in less linguistically-sensitive times) who decided to write a … Continue reading William Makepeace Thackeray, The luck of Barry Lyndon (#Review)
