My reading really has been rather odd lately. I've read a memoir about horse-racing (Gerald Murnane's Something for the pain), a novel about hedge-funds and investment banking (Kate Jenning's Moral hazard), and now a grief memoir focused on falconry (Helen Macdonald's H is for hawk). None of these are topics I would naturally pick up, but in … Continue reading Helen Macdonald, H is for hawk (Review)
21st century literature
Kate Jennings, Moral hazard (Review)
How often do you read a book that connects in some ways with something you've recently read or thought about? Kate Jennings' award-winning Moral hazard, my latest read, links pretty directly to our discussion about autobiographical fiction in my Monday Musings post on Robert Dessaix two weeks ago. Dessaix, you may remember, criticised Garner's The spare room (and other works) arguing she was just … Continue reading Kate Jennings, Moral hazard (Review)
Gerald Murnane: Something for the pain: A memoir of the turf (Review)
When I heard Australian author Gerald Murnane had written a memoir, and even more when I heard its title, Something for the pain: A memoir of the turf, I knew I had to read it. I am not a horse racing tragic, by any stretch, but how could I resist such an intriguing sounding memoir from … Continue reading Gerald Murnane: Something for the pain: A memoir of the turf (Review)
Steve Toltz, Quicksand (Review)
Aldo Benjamin, the anti-hero of Quicksand, accuses wannabe-writer-friend Liam of having "such little imagination". You could not, however, accuse the novel's author, Steve Toltz, of this. Quicksand reads a bit like a 19th century satirical novel transplanted into the 21st century. It is big in size (though not as big as his first, A fraction of the whole), broad in subject … Continue reading Steve Toltz, Quicksand (Review)
Halina Rubin, Journeys with my mother (Review)
I've read a lot of World War 2 literature over the years, but very little from the Polish point of view, so I was more than willing to read Halina Rubin's Journeys with my mother when it was offered to me a few months ago. Rubin was born in Warsaw on 27 August 1939. Note the date: her mother, … Continue reading Halina Rubin, Journeys with my mother (Review)
Phillip Stamatellis, Growing up café: a short memoir (Review)
Phillip Stamatellis' Growing up café is the third book I've read in publisher Finlay Lloyd's fl smalls collection. Unlike the previous two, by established creators Paul McDermott and Carmel Bird, it is a debut work by an unknown writer. According to the author bio provided at the beginning of the book, Stamatellis is studying writing at the University of … Continue reading Phillip Stamatellis, Growing up café: a short memoir (Review)
Emma Ayres, Cadence: Travels with music (Review)
Although Emma Ayres' memoir Cadence had been passed around my reading group with much enthusiasm over the last year or so, I wasn't intending to read it - not because I wasn't interested, but because there were other books I wanted to read more. However, when I found the audiobook at my aunt's house while … Continue reading Emma Ayres, Cadence: Travels with music (Review)
Stephen Orr, The hands: An Australian pastoral (Review)
As promised, here is my review of a farm novel, Adelaide-based Stephen Orr's The hands: An Australian pastoral. It is his sixth novel but the first that I've read. Where have I been? The hands is such a good read I wonder why I haven't read him before. Among the review excerpts for his previous novels provided at the beginning … Continue reading Stephen Orr, The hands: An Australian pastoral (Review)
Eleanor Limprecht, Long Bay (Review)
One of the things that interests me about historical fiction, of which Eleanor Limprecht's Long Bay is an example, is why the author in question chooses to write his/her story as fiction rather than non-fiction. As I've written before, this is an issue with which Kate Grenville grappled when she wrote The secret river. That book was initially going to … Continue reading Eleanor Limprecht, Long Bay (Review)
Neel Mukherjee’s The lives of others, and those epilogues
When my reading group discussed The lives of others questions were raised about the meaning of the two epilogues, specifically in terms of what they contributed to the meaning of the book. Not having finished the book in time, I wasn't able to join in, so I'm having a go now. As I mentioned in my review, the … Continue reading Neel Mukherjee’s The lives of others, and those epilogues
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