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If we had no story, what then?

I’ve often puzzled at the magic that happens with story that floats above and beyond mere words to produce a range of metaphysical properties with the power to form connections […]

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The write routine

bee-eaters brightwheel above this lucky country this uncertain world   The write routine. Blessed routine. And the greatest antidote I know to unremitting change. When once I said that I […]

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Writing mind games

How can I describe the last four months – no single adjective will do – my memory projects it back to me in slightly blurred frames like the transient sights […]

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Let’s talk writing: 2016 Sydney Writers’ Festival

So why go to a writers’ festival when you have to cope with crowds and the inevitable queues? As a recent letter in a local paper posited: why not just […]

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Riveting reading

Led by the trusted opinions of four or five of the Australian Book Review’s critics in their year-end round-up of best reads for 2015, how could I not pick up […]

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‘The Best Book I Ever Read?’

‘What’s the best book you ever read?’ I’m in a bookshop surrounded by a Christmas crush of ardent buyers and I look around and then down to find a young […]

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Writing Is a Conversation With Oneself

‘Writing is a conversation with oneself. Don’t you think?’ The tall, distinguished-looking gentleman in front of me in the book-signing queue swung around to murmur this to me. He smiled […]

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Flying the flag for transnational literature

  O, my shoes are Japanese These trousers English, if you please On my head, red Russian hat – My heart’s Indian for all that. Hindi song: Mera Joota Hai Japani […]

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Readers and Writers in Wonderland

‘What on earth’s a writers’ festival? And what’s Richard going to do while he’s there?’ When I’d mentioned we were going to Sydney for the Writers’ Festival, my friend was […]

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‘Ever-present change’

It’s mid-morning in suburban Perth on April 1, 2015.  Two labourers mirror each other as they stand alongside a half-dug ditch at the end of a driveway with their heads […]