WE WALKED ALONG THE DUST ROAD as twilight hung in the air. The walk felt like a procession; as John and I passed the tin and weatherboard shopfronts where brightly dressed women sold betel nut, acquaintances stopped us to chat. We saw almost everyone we knew along the road that evening, which was strange, because we had only just decided to leave Bougainville. My two-month visa was set to expire in a week, and I had failed to acquire a new one. The courier company had simply forgotten to send my passport to Moresby the previous week. A sweet-looking man […]
Archives for January 2013
The two books I just finished could not be more different; May We Be Forgiven by A. M. Homes and The End of Your Life Book Club by Will Schwalbe. I happily finished the latter during an unexpected bout of insomnia, but reading the last hundred or so pages in the early hours of the morning only heightened the experience. Will Schwalbe’s elderly mother Mary Anne is dying of pancreatic cancer and during the last years of her life, between chemo, over dinner and while waiting for endless doctors’ appointments, mother and son form a book club of two by […]
I have been delinquent in the reading department since 1) leaving the 2012 Melbourne Writers’ Festival (where books were flung at us regularly from every publisher in the land) and 2) finishing selection for Going Down Swinging #33. You would think that being out of work for a few weeks would mean more time for books, but it never works like that, does it? Partly I blame The Man Who Loved Children by Christina Stead, which as it turns out is not a Lolita-esque diary of a paedophile. I had such a violent admiration for what little of this book […]
What was phosphorus, really?