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Now for an apology (!): my time management skills went out the window with all that Christmas wrapping and, alas, my book review for this month will have to be a 3rd of the month, or 4th of the month book review / bargain depending on how the next few days pan out – I’m sincerely sorry (it’ll be a good one when it arrives… I promise!). Continue reading
My entire life, I’ve offered the same response whenever anyone has asked me what I’d like for Christmas: books. Big books, little books, good books, trashy books. Just books. However every year I’m met with a sack full of Christmas present disappointment. Maybe it’s under the socks? No, that’s a nail file. It could be hiding under that low fat cooking magazine? No, that’s just a book shaped body wash.
This year, I must have done something right because Santa heard me… well it was actually my mother in law but hey, Santa / mum – not much difference right? Those of you who follow me on Facebook will know that I was ecstatic to find on Christmas morning that I had received both the DVD and the book of The Bridges of Madison County. I must confess, ordinarily it would never be a book that I’d pick up to read / buy for myself but because it was a gift (and my MIL had raved about the film) I figured I’d give it a go. Continue reading
Hasn’t the first of the month come by so quickly? This month I’m reviewing Charles Bukowski’s Hollywood and, once again, for a short amount of time you lucky ducks can pick it up from The Book Grocer in Northcote for only $10!
Happy reading xx
Hollywood, Charles Bukowski
“… I want to finance your screenplay. I’ve read your work. You’ve got a marvellous sense of dialogue. I’ve read your work: very filmatic.”
The words that every writer wants to hear and what better words to sum up Bukowski’s novel Hollywood? Laden with Bukowski’s indulgent knack for dialogue, every page of his book sounds with a cinematic confidence. Continue reading
Each morning I get out of bed and, after turning on the kettle, I start thinking about writing. What I’m going to write for the day, what other people have already written for the day (those studious bastards!) and – on an off, blocked up day – all the things that I just can’t seem to get onto that damned page. In a way, writing is like my baby – there all the time, sometimes whiney and annoying, mostly a pure joy. I actually can’t physically imagine my life without it (when I did and ‘abstained’ for a couple of years convinced that my writing was total and utter B.S. I fell into a huge depression, but more of that another time).
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Because I have this thing in my life – my thing – my reaction is always one of bewilderment when I hear the words, “I’m bored with my life,” and I don’t mean when I hear them from a child (although I still struggle to understand how a five year old can be ‘bored’ in today’s day and age). So, when I hear a grown adult who can do whatever they want, whenever they want say those words, my life dissatisfaction radar starts going into overdrive. Ding ding ding diiiiiing.
A little over a month ago I went to a panel discussion at the Melbourne International Film Festival (MIFF) on adapting Christos Tsiolkas’ The Slap for television. The discussion was both fascinating and confusing with at least three or four clashing opinions on how best to adapt a written work for the screen. There came a point in the discussion though, when a member of the audience commented on one of Tsiolkas’ characters – Manolis – in relation to how The Slap presented what it means to be Australian. In response, Tsiolkas voiced some ideas that spoke to me on a very personal level.
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Hear ye, hear ye! My friends at The Book Grocer in Northcote and I have put our heads together to bring you guys something a lil spesh every month (thanks Jess!). Once a month I’ll review one of my favourite books from the store and you’ll be able to wander on over (or hop online) and pick it up at a pretty smashing price! Peachy… I know.
This month it’s one from a master of the modern novel: Kafka on the Shore by Murakami. As a rather large Murakami fan (yes, self pronounced), I can’t wait to get my teeth stuck into this one.
Watch this space…
It’s so easy in this Facebook – Twitter – iPhone – Google+ – crazy world of ours to forget the simple things in life. More often than not I find myself too busy or just plain ol’ too apathetic and disinterested to take the time to appreciate those little gems that should make me go “ah”, like the tomatoes in my sandwich (handpicked by grandpa from his garden – YUM!), or the flowers that have just bloomed in my neighbours’ front gardens (magnolias). I seem to rush around my days wearing blinkers a good 70% of the time and then being too exhausted that other 30% to notice anything constructive to my wellbeing. What is this?
Whatever it is, it goes further than just not noticing flowers and not appreciating sandwich fillings. It’s something that’s taken over our lives (not just mine) and a teeny piece of me fears that it’s what others seem to (happily) call ‘progress’. Is it? It can’t be! Oh dear…it is… Continue reading