So very much to blog about, so very little time. Since the last time I posted here, there's been Adelaide Writers' Week, the Adelaide Festival, a very nasty bout of reportable food poisoning, assorted family obblos and a fun quick trip to Melbourne.
But the Miles Franklin Literary Award shortlist comes out tomorrow, and if anything is guaranteed to get some sort of blog post out of me, it's probably that. Au demain.
Still Life With Cat is an all-purpose blog containing reflections on whatever is going on in the realms of literature, politics, media, music, dinner, gardening etc. Its original incarnation is Pavlov's Cat (2005-2008).
Read, Think, Write is about all things books and writing, and incorporates Australian Literature Diary (2005-2010) and Ask the Brontë Sisters (May-July 2007).
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Wagner-Cosmos Dortmund
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I am taking part in Theater Dortmund's third Wagner-Cosmos festival, which
examines links between Wagner and French culture. The program for the
weekend in...
Time Honoured Disguise And Borrowed Language
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THE TRADITION OF ALL dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains
of the living. And just as they seem to be occupied with revolutionizing
them...
Doing things
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Spring and summer I had the new experience of coping with deep fatigue.
It went away, mostly, and after it did I didn't stop appreciating how much
bett...
The Dogs by John Hughes
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'Lest We Remember,' *Sydney Review of Books* (28 February 2022).
The first sentence in John Hughes’ novel *The Dogs* is lifted from his
first book, a c...
Daylight Savings Time
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Just got a weird bug in my brain, as a result of a conversation yesterday,
and wrote this in the comments of a friend's blog. And then realized that
it'...
Ghost Species UK Publication Day!
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I’m delighted to announce that Hodder Studio’s edition of Ghost Species is
published today in the United Kingdom and Ireland. As I said when the book
was p...
life is not a blog post
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I was in a café this morning when the waiter, a beardy bloke in his early
20’s called me “my love”. I wondered if that was a term of endearment he
reserve...
use it or lose it
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turns out if you don't blog for over a year the part of your brain that
stores your blog password (the same one you've had for the entire ten,
no, ELEVEN y...
Starting again
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It's the nature of blogs to go from feverish activity to inaction, and
Humanities Researcher is no exception. It's been a very busy year, but I am
currentl...
Not-cross-buns, 2016
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Continuing a fine tradition in our house of subverting pre-existing
festivals for our own purposes, I’ve made not-cross-buns, using the
excellent recipe on...
Celebrating new books
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Over the next week I'm looking forward to celebrating the birth of two new
books.
No. Not mine. When contemplating the release of my own book I'm generally...
A pretext for moving along
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I think I've come to terms that this blog is over. It was a fantastic way
to meet people and talk about my thoughts and processes, but I seem to be
channel...
Plus Ultra!
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I know Brian said that we’d posted our last, but I couldn’t let the very
kind words on the thread announcing our closure to go un-remarked. I also
thought ...
A condolence of sorts
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Melbourne. Full moon, winter solstice and a real chill in the air. I have
been walking the Fitzroy streets even more than usual in the days since
Betty Bur...
Larvatus Prodeo: A four-cannon salute
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Sad news as the good ship Larvatus Prodeo hoists anchor and departs the
waters immediately to our south.
Fort Solor duly issues four-gun salute. *Sargento ...
Week 45: Proclamation and Celebration
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We have now reached the end of our story only to find we have arrived at
the very beginning of the next story. By the end of this week all nine of
our ship...
Letter to Charlie - 10 months
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Dear Charlie
Yesterday you turned 10 months old.
You are changing from a baby into a little boy before our eyes at the
moment and it is quite amazin...
sleeping with bears
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On Sunday morning, I caught up with the not-so-speedies (a ka: the
‘slowpokes’). For those not in the know, this is a consortium of peoples
who prefer to r...
Recalling the Public Phone
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Guest Post by Jayde Cahir
I have owned a mobile for 14 years. Even while backpacking overseas in the
late 90s I carried one with me. But I’m not a mobile ...