I’ll begin with Night Games by Anna Krien for several reasons. First because I think it is an important book on an important subject. Second is everyone I know who has read it loves it. Third is because I have a crush on Anna; I think she’s terrific. Taken from The Monthly: Krien’s new book,…
In an effort to read the posts I mark ‘Saved for Later’ in Feedly, in what I hope will turn into a regular feature I’ll be pulling out the best, most interesting, weird, disturbing, compelling, important or all of the above to share with you. Was Rita Hayworth’s picture really stuck to the side of…
Gracious, it’s been forever since I’ve participated in an old-school meme. Laurie tagged me the other week and because we are friends and, well, I wanted to, I’m going to do it – because yay! books. Book Q&A Rules 1. Post these rules 2. Post a photo of your favourite book cover 3. Answer the…
The folk over at Meanjin asked if I wouldn’t mind writing a ‘What I’m Reading’ post for them, so that’s what I’ve done. Pop on over and have a read!
Quite by happy chance I came across these two brand spanking new Penguin Specials releases on the bookshelves at the library. As the website states, “Penguin Specials are designed to fill a gap. Written by some of today’s best and most exciting writers, to be read over a long commute or a short journey, in…
It’s taken Adam and I almost seventeen years to admit to ourselves that we have a book collecting problem. I almost typed ‘hoarding’, but don’t believe that’s quite right. How can books be hoarded? That’s like spitting in the eye of the knowledge and delights they provide to their lucky owners. Or would provide, if…
If the buzz over last week’s infamous ‘Red Wedding’ episode of Game of Thrones has anything to teach us, it’s how much people love a good surprise. But those of you were listening really carefully, if you could hear anything over the internet screams and memes of shock and YouTube films of people’s reactions, if…
As I’m writing this, I’m coming off the first four days of the Emerging Writers’ Festival, pacing myself for the next seven (today included), and my brain is what might be kindly described as ‘numb’ or ‘depleted’. Still, I suppose, looking at things from another angle, it has increased the daily commute about ten-fold, thus…
Two or so years after letting my subscription to The New Yorker lapse – and enduring the paper campaign that ensued, pleading for my return – I recently re-subscribed: thanks, in part, to the prompting by Twitter pals Anna Spargo-Ryan and Mamabook, but mostly because I plain missed it. The picture above is the first…
