I develop Ferrante fever and I’m happy about that.
Our next stop, an entire twenty-four minutes from Tolaga Bay by car, is Tokomaru Bay. This small bay reminded me of Calliope Bay, the setting for one of New Zealand’s great unread classic novels, Sydney Bridge Upside Down by David Ballantyne. (Some suggest Hicks Bay, further up the […]
We discover, not for the first time, that we are easily sidetracked.
Zen in the Art of Writing – a cure for writer’s block
A visit to the Royal Palace in Luang Prabang, now the Royal Palace Museum, gets me thinking about Fahrenheit 451.
Nearly all the reviews of The Narrow Road To The Deep North by Australian Richard Flanagan, this year’s Man Booker winner, have been effusive. And I can see why. I came across one that isn’t. And, again I can see why.
I’ve discovered two new book blogs. They’re good. Very good. And not just because they’re both fans of Neil Gaiman. You didn’t know I was? Well, neither did I until the beginning of this year. Son number two is responsible for that development. I’m sure I’ll be talking […]
I picked the wrong winner. We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves didn’t win the Man Booker. The good news is that for the second year in a row the prize has come down here, to the bottom of the world. New Zealand’s very own Eleanor Catton won in […]
Tuesday is a big day in the book world. It’s the day the Man Booker Prize for 2014 will be announced. Which means I’ll probably hear the news sometime on Wednesday morning (New Zealand time). As it happens, early yesterday morning I finished American writer, Karen Joy Fowler’s […]
“The open road speaks for a perpetual becoming.” Pico Iyer I’m continuing my tradition of reading well-known books years after they came to the attention of the rest of the world! But the gap is narrowing. Pico Iyer’s The Open Road was published six years ago, where […]