Working, Reading

Journal: 117

There are only two bitumen roads out of Western Australia, the Eyre Highway across the Nullarbor, and the Great Northern Hwy through to Katherine and Darwin (and a year ago, the northern route was out for months, the bridge at Fitzroy Crossing washed away). The Great Central Road, pictured above, 1300 kms across the Great Victoria and Gibson deserts, from north of Kalgoorlie to the Stuart Hwy south of Alice Springs (map), is the only other option (to the best of my knowledge, the WA end of the Gunbarrel Hwy is only for adventurers).

A week ago, another truckie and I loaded a toilet block and a crib room at Cape Preston on the coast near Karratha, and after three days driving, daylight only, we were overwidth, we delivered them to a bit of a clearing in the bush, 80 kms up the Great Central Road from Laverton, where they will form the basis of a roadworkers camp. Bitumen is coming! According to Main Roads WA, sealing will take place over the next 8 or 9 years (ABC story).

Late last year Dragan offered me a load up the Road to a mine in the Musgrave Ranges, near the NT border. I was tied up with something else and couldn’t do it. About which I am sorry and not sorry. You can see the corrugations in the photo; it’s a very long way at 40 kph, and tough on the equipment.

I’ve been working flat out the last couple of months, even my home time is mostly dealing with truck (and business) stuff. So I’m getting plenty of driving time and therefore plenty of audiobook time. The problem is writing them up. I’m due out again tomorrow (Saturday), loading both trailers in the morning to run up the coast to Paraburdoo.

Here’s a summary of the better parts of my reading – I get through a lot of dross – and maybe I’ll find time to post some reviews in a week or two.

George Orwell, Burmese Days: This is Orwell’s first novel, published in 1934, initially in the US as it was thought to be too accurate a picture of the Burmese town Katha (Kyauktada in the novel), and the characters too easily identified. Orwell (1903-1950) was in Burma, in the Indian Imperial Police, from Oct 1922 to Jul 1927. He became fluent in Burmese. Katha was his final posting, and he had his 24th birthday there. His protagonist, Flory, a timber merchant, is an old 35, weary and very self conscious about the birthmark that covers nearly all one side of his face.

The story is that a pretty white girl, Elizabeth, arrives from England to stay with her uncle and aunt. Flory abandons his Burmese mistress to court her, with some initial success (Elizabeth is desperate to secure a husband). It’s a small expat community, and Orwell’s descriptions of the men implies that he found some of the outspoken racism impossible to stomach.

Orwell here appears very bitter about women and about the marriage mart. I’m not sure where that comes from.

Peter Farris, The Devil Himself: This work of Southern (US) Noir, is a very readable crime thriller featuring an unlikely (and not sexual) relationship between a prostitute/sex slave on the run and an old farmer/bootlegger. I bought it based on Emma’s review, and while I don’t regret it, it had far too much violence for my taste.

Claudia Dey, Heartbreaker: Audiobooks get mixed up in my head and, at a distance, I struggle to tell them apart. To make matters worse, the Goodreads summary for Heartbreaker doesn’t fit my memory of the book at all. I came to it via a discussion of another Dey book in Buried in Print. The setting is a remote community in Canada’s north, a cult whose leader has died but which continues on. A woman, the only person to ever do so, comes to the community and marries a local, and then, 15 years later, drives off, disappears. It is not SF, not even particularly dystopian, but what really put me off is that the narrator of the middle third is a dog. Here’s a proper review.

Richard Flanagan, First Person: I’ve read a few Flanagan’s without finding one I liked. I may even have been told to stop reviewing him. But I found the premise of First Person atrractive – a book about writing a book, about ghostwriting the autobiography of a well known business fraudster. And I did enjoy that part of the story, but it wasn’t the main part. Once again this is a book about relationships between guys, and despite the failing marriage in the background, it’s full of guy stuff. For some reason a book about a writer writing just had to include a car chase, in a stolen Valiant, in reverse down a city lane. You lost me there Richard. (Kimbofo’s review)

Maaza Mengiste, The Shadow King: This was my Black Africa read for April. I really do hope I find time to listen to it again and to write it up. In brief, The Shadow King is Historical Fiction, written by a woman who left Ethiopia aged 4, covering Italy’s invasion of Ethiopia in 1935. So that if it is a family story, it would be the story of her great grandparents (the Guardian says grandfather).

The story is framed as Hirut, a mature Ethiopian woman waiting at the railway station to meet a photographer who had been attached to the invading Italians back when she was young. Over the course of the novel what we learn about their interactions during the invasion is surprising, much different from what I first assumed.

In the story proper, Hirut, is an orphan girl who is a slave/maid to Kidane and Aster. Kidane is often away, rallying locals to join him in the resistance. Aster and Hirut, though actively opposed by Kidane, eventually form a corps of women fighters. It’s a compelling story, told from the points of view of a number of the participants, including Haile Selassise, who is forced into exile in England.

One last piece of news. My sister in law Jo, otherwise Emeritus Professor Jo-Anne Reid, has been asked to give a talk on Kylie Tennant’s Tiburon, on the 90th anniversary of its publication, next week, in the town, Canowindra (in central NSW), where it is set. And the invitation to speak was based on the review she wrote for the Australian Women Writers Challenge site, last year. See, people do read us!

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Recent audiobooks 

L Fenton & L Steinke (F, USA), How to Save a Life (2020)
Fiona K Foster (F, USA), The Captive (2021) Crime
Leddy Harper (F, USA), The Secret Baby (2019) RomCom
Veronica Henry (F, USA), Bacchanal (2021)
Laura Lipman (F, USA), And When She was Good (2012)
Maaza Mengiste (F, Ethiopia/USA), The Shadow King (2019)
Peter Farris (M, USA), The Devil Himself (2017) Crime
Richard Flanagan (M, Aust/Tas), First Person (2017)
Claudia Dey (F, Can), Heartbreaker (2018) Dystopian

Currently Reading 

George Orwell (M, Eng), Burmese Days (1934)
Brett Easton Ellis (M, USA), American Psycho (1991)

AWWC Apr 2024

DateContributorTitle
Wed 3Elizabeth LhuedeCommemorating Anzac Day 1924
Wed 10Catherine Helen SpenceWoman’s Place in the Commonwealth
Wed 17Bill HollowayCatherine Helen Spence
Wed 24Whispering GumsLillian Pyke, and “Mary’s mother”

Milly’s Moving. Again!

Journal: 116

Denmark ocean beach (Australian Geographic)

That ‘Again!’ is a bit unfair, this should be the last one. Our daughter has come up with a really great opportunity for Milly to buy and build on an empty block in (WA seaside resort town) Denmark, just a couple of hundred yards from the shops, with trees on three sides and its own tree lined stream. We went down last week to check it out, and now it’s all systems go.

Gee lives 15 kms out, so I can see Milly doing after school grandmother duty more often than not, for years into the future. And yes we checked – she’s 15m above sea level, in fact there’s a little waterfall between her and the town centre – so she’s safe from that aspect of global warming, anyway, and in one of the coolest spots in WA.

And the bonus is, Milly has a free hand to design herself a house, which might be her favourite thing in the world, so we might get our family back verandah back.

Denmark River (BibbulmunTrack.org)

The ocean beach makes for spectacular photos, but the town is actually set back a few kms, on the inland side of the inlet that the river runs into.

When I told mum, her first reaction was ‘you’re going to be lonely’, probably a reflection of how she feels as the last of the family still living in Melbourne. Will I? I’m not sure. The problem is that neither Milly nor Gee likes my flat, too many stairs, so they’re unlikely to stay with me. I could get somewhere easier, but I like my flat and I like living on the river, close to the city. I’ll think about it over the next couple of years as I edge closer to retirement.

Onto other matters. I have been trying to catch up on the work I didn’t do, revenue I didn’t earn while my gearbox was rebuilt, so not much home time; well not until I got Easter off, which gave me time to write up We Need New Names; read for and prepare a couple of upcoming posts on CH Spence for AustralianWomenWriters dot com; catch up on blog reading; and do last year’s tax and all my filing. My desk looks a lot neater!

Last night I finished Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: an Introduction. I have no idea what to say about it. Salinger seems to have invented a family, brothers and sisters and parents, just in order to write about himself as a writer. It’s brilliant, but beyond my ability to explain.

Driving down to Denmark and back, five hours each way, I played Jack Heath, Kill Your Husbands, an Australian murder mystery set in the mountains near Wagga. Milly was really into it, so when we got home I had to set up her computer so she could hear the end (which I still haven’t).

On one of my trips, and I did six, each around 3,000 km, in five weeks, I listened to a US crime thriller written by American Ghanaian woman, Yasmin Angoe. The thing is, it was so plain vanilla American compared with, say, We Need New Names, but with a Ghana backstory which felt tacked on, as though Angoe was exploring her roots – which of course she should, but so many other authors do it better. And why is it that assassins are so often romanticized? Her protagonist is female, wealthy, good looking and a murderer. I much prefer Stephanie Plum who is broke and can never find her gun when she needs it.

I just spoke to Milly and she’s feeling nervous about all the selling and buying ahead of her; the packing and moving; the one year gap where she’ll have to rent while she builds. She said she’s tried drawing house plans, but it’s not working.

This month’s Black Africa novel will be The Shadow King by Maaza Mengiste (Ethiopia)

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Recent audiobooks 

Dolly Alderton (F, Eng), Good Material (2023) “Comedy”
Lin Anderson (F, Scot), Easy Kill (2008) Crime
Yasmin Angoe (F, USA/Ghana), Her Name is Knight (2021) Crime
NoViolet Bulawayo (F, Zimbabwe), We Need New Names (2013)
Jack Heath (M, Aust/ACT), Kill Your Husbands (2023) Crime
Greig Beck (M, Aust/NSW), Mysterious Island: Here be Dragons (2023) SF Fantasy

Currently Reading 

JD Salinger (M, USA), Franny and Zooey (1961)
JD Salinger (M, USA), Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: an Introduction (1963)
Catherine Helen Spence & Jeanne Young (F, Aust/SA), An Autobiography (1937)

AWWC Mar 2024

DateContributorTitle
Wed 6Elizabeth LhuedeMinnie L Brackenreg and “Tess”, a poet’s champion
Wed 13Bill HollowayCaroline Chisholm, Married and Independent
Wed 20Bill HollowayCaroline Chisholm, Radical
Wed 27Whispering GumsAlice C. Tomholt, and “The uses of adversity”

Son of Sin, Omar Sakr

Journal: 115

Omar Sakr is a thirty-ish, bi-sexual poet and writer “born in Western Sydney to Lebanese and Turkish Muslim migrants” (website). The protagonist of Son of Sin (2022), Jamal, is a young queer Muslim man born in working class western Sydney to Lebanese and Turkish migrant parents.

The obvious comparison of course is with (middle class Melbournian) Christos Tsiolkas. Son of Sin, apart from being a good book in its own right, sits somewhere between Loaded and Dead Europe. Without the drug culture, but navigating Jamal coming to accept his own homosexuality without being ‘out’ to his schoolfriends and family, in Sydney, and for a while, in Turkey.

That’s about as far as I got before a trip came up, up the coast then inland to Paraburdoo. Even before I unloaded Saturday, Dragan was on the phone wanting me home to do a job for him.

GGD’s got the book covered

Then Sunday, he was frantic. Trucks had broken down, trailers were sitting in the yard loaded. As I got nearer, I offered to drop my trailers home and run up to Geraldton where one road train had been abandoned, en route to Onslow. In the end he decided I should hook up two trailers Monday morning from the depot and take them up to Nullagine, so I got to spend Sun night at home.

Right now, it’s Tues afternoon and I’m in the (airconditioned) lounge at Capi (Capricorn Roadhouse, Newman), just short of the turn-off to Nullagine and Marble Bar. I’m due at a mine near Nullagine tomorrow morning, but what I haven’t said yet is that trucks don’t use the Newman – Marble Bar road, it is quite simply too rough. In the last few years it has been bitumened to Roy Hill – a famous cattle station, now an iron ore mine, 110 kms north, but the next 200 kms are barely driveable. Trucks coming up from Perth to Marble Bar and the mines beyond, out in the Great Sandy Desert: Telfer, Woodie Woodie, Nifty, go the long way, via Port Hedland, an extra 400 kms.

Dragan is paying me well, I just hope I can drive carefully enough, once it is light tomorrow morning, to make it worthwhile, without my newly repaired truck shaking to pieces.

In Paraburdoo waiting to be escorted in to unload, I was parked next to a very shiny truck. I hope I at least look like I’ve been through a truck wash recently (I had).

Last trip, I was happy to get done and invoiced – only the second for the year, which was why Dragan found me receptive – and the reconditioned gearbox sounds beautiful, completely silent. It’s amazing to realise how noisy it had got before it failed. I did have my problems. It’s very hot up north, constantly in the 40s, and I blew two tyres. Also, my CD player failed, mid-story (and the mouse has failed on my laptop – I hope it comes back).

I switched to Audible and listened to Stasiland, which was just ok. I get that the surveillance state was extreme, but I would like to see more acknowledgement that the welfare state was appreciated and that if socialist nations weren’t so constantly under attack from the US they would probably work very well.

At home I put some stories onto a USB stick, and so far I have listened to The Turn of the Screw and the beginning of Larissa Behrendt’s After Story.

200 km corrugated dirt

That’s not much, I know. From Nullagine I’m going on to Port Hedland to load home, which I might reach next Saturday.

Sun. 3 Mar. I’m home. Got home Fri night to a surprise long weekend (and Milly’s flat full of multiple generations of children), so I’ll be unloading Tues, and going again Fri, touch wood. No problems on the Marble Bar road – if you don’t count the battery isolator temporarily closing down the lights and engine; and the grille falling off – the truck behind me blew a steer tyre; and I blew a trailer tyre on the highway home, hardly unexpected after constant 40 deg days and high 30 nights.

Recent audiobooks 

Kathleen Alcott (F, USA), Infinite Home (2015)
Inger Ashe Wolfe (F, Can), The Taken (2009)
Amanda Bestor-Siegal (F, USA), The Caretakers (2022)
Anna Funder (F, Aust/Vic), Stasiland (2002)
Larissa Behrendt (F, Aust/NSW), After Story (2021)

Currently Reading 

Charlotte Perkins Gilman (F, USA), The Yellow Wallpaper (1892)
Louisa M Alcott (F, USA), Rose in Bloom (1876)
PC Wren (M, Eng), Worth Wile (1937)

AWWC Feb 2024

DateContributorTitle
Wed 7Elizabeth LhuedeAlys Hungerford, Two simple letters (short fiction)
Wed 14Bill HollowayElizabeth Macarthur
Wed 21Jennifer Cameron-SmithEleanor Dark, Timeless Land trilogy (review)
Wed 28Whispering GumsKate Helen Weston, an “inky-wayfarer”

Rose in Bloom & 1937

Journal: 114

I read Little Women for the first time just a few years ago, and then happened to see Rose in Bloom in a charity shop on the Murray Valley Hwy near Yarrawonga – I’d stopped to buy a pie or a cake at the bakery next door – bought it and stuck it out of the way, on my top shelf.

Where it stayed until I finished The Famished Road (review end of Feb.) and was looking for something a little easier, and here we are. I’ve mentioned Jo from Little Women a few times in the context of the ‘Independent Woman’, and thought this one might fit in as a late entry for Australian Women Writers Gen 0 Week.

If you know your Alcott then you’ll be aware that Rose in Bloom (1876) is the sequel to Eight Cousins which I gather is about Rose, an orphan heiress, and her 7 boy cousins, a matriarch and a whole heap of uncles and aunts, all well off, all living within a few miles of each other (in New England? I’m not sure. And what is the major city nearby, L______?).

At the end of Eight Cousins, bachelor Uncle Alec takes Rose and her maid, Phebe, to Europe for a couple of years, where Phebe, also an orphan, takes singing lessons as a route to gaining her independence. Rose in Bloom begins with the four older boy cousins – Archie, ‘Prince’ Charlie, Mac and Steve – now in their twenties, waiting on the wharf for Rose’s ship to dock.

Although Phebe has gained a great deal of polish (and beauty) as Rose’s ‘friend’, a more accurate description would be companion as she is still expected, and paid, to serve. The oldest cousin, Archie, almost immediately falls in love with her, which the family find unacceptable, and Phebe goes off to L______ to find paid employment in a church choir.

Here is the paragraph that got my hopes up. Charlie has just told Rose that a woman doesn’t need plans, she must just break a dozen hearts, before she finds one to suit, “then marry and settle.”

“That may be the case with many, but not with us; for Phebe and I believe that it is as much a right and a duty for women to do something with their lives as for men; and we are not going to be satisfied with such frivolous parts as you give us,” cried Rose with kindling eyes. “I … won’t have anything to do with love till I prove that I am something beside a housekeeper and a baby-tender!”

“Heaven preserve us! here’s woman’s rights with a vengeance!’ cried Charlie …

They go on to discuss what profession she might choose, considering first medicine – “you know how well women have succeeded in this profession” – but she has decided on philanthropy. Two or three years ago I listened to a history of women doctors in the UK (university education began in 1881, but it’s complicated because at least one woman became a doctor before then by being ‘apprenticed’ to another doctor), but I have never got a handle on when women first became doctors in the US.

Rose does become a philanthropist (and Phebe a successful singer) but sadly, most of the rest of the book is about Rose falling in and out of love.

Louisa May Alcott, Rose in Bloom, first pub. 1876. My edition (pictured above), Sampson Low, Marston & Co., London, hardback, undated (Sampson Low, Marston & Co were established in 1872. But the book looks to be maybe 1930s and is available in better condition than mine from Abe Books UK for just £4.64).

1937

1937 Ford Club coupe

I haven’t previously participated in Kaggsy and Simon’s ‘year’ clubs, but 1937 seems so me that this time I will put up one or hopefully, two reviews in the week 15-21 Apr (I couldn’t resist the photo that searching on ‘1937 club’ brought up). Serendipitously I had already scheduled one 1937 book – Catherine Helen Spence’s autobiography as completed by her companion Jeanne Lewis – for my April contribution to the Australian Women Writers Challenge site.

A look around my shelves (and one quick purchase) reveal these other contenders:

Australia:
KS Prichard, Intimate Strangers
Martin Boyd, The Picnic
Ernestine Hill, The Great Australian Loneliness (review)
Ernestine Hill, Water into Gold
Kenneth Mackenzie, The Young Desire It
Arthur W. Upfield, Mr Jelly’s Business (review)
Other:
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (review)
MJ Farrell (Molly Keane), The Rising Tide
LM Montgomery, Jane of Lantern Hill (review)
Leslie Charteris The Ace of Knaves (a ‘Saint’ adventure)
PC Wren Worth Wile
Georgette Heyer An Infamous Army

Of the authors I collect, I have a heap of William books, by Richmal Crompton, but not William the Showman (1937), and both Simenon and Evelyn Waugh wrote all around 1937 but not that year. There is another Heyer, which I don’t have though my daughter might, the crime novel They Found Him Dead. If you’re wondering, the nearest Miles Franklin is All that Swagger (1936).

Other 1937 Australians are:
Eleanor Dark, Sun Across the Sky
M Barnard Eldershaw, Plaque with Laurel
Leonard Mann, A Murder in Sydney
Vance Palmer, Legend for Sanderson
Helen Simpson, Under Capricorn (Hist.Fic. – made into a Hitchcock film starring Ingrid Bergman)

I’m still off the road. I asked the mechanic what went wrong with my gearbox and he said “two million kilometres, mate”, which wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Milly wants to go down to our daughter’s, so that’s the weekend taken care of and I should be back in my truck by Tuesday. But will I have work? I bloody hope so!

Lazy Summer Days

Journal: 113

Denmark surf beach on a summers day

Gee has chosen a lovely spot to settle and bring up my grandkids. The south-west coast is cooler and damper than the rest of the state, and that will be more and more appreciated as the climate inexorably warms.

I haven’t been getting any work, so I went down there last weekend with the last of my ‘house’ furniture, which had been in storage. On Sunday, when I took that photo, we were watching my granddaughter in her surf lifesaving squad while waves of mist and drizzle blew across the beach from the hills behind us.

Mr 4 started school this week (and Ms 12 started high school). Meanwhile Milly is over at their sister’s helping her settle into a routine with the baby.

House price madness has finally returned to Perth after an absence of 15 years. Back then I put all my super into property, prices went down, and for most of the time since I have been underwater. With a bit of luck, I may at last be back in the black. Gee sold her Perth house over christmas, snapped up on the first day. My house, which I was left with when my marriage broke up, will be on the market shortly and hopefully will sell similarly promptly. And yes that’s stage 1 of preparing to retire, but this will not be a rushed process!

This afternoon (Friday) I should be out loading at last for a trip north. I did some work for this company when I first came off interstate three or four years ago, but Phlash, the manager, and I banged heads after he booked me for a load a few days ahead and then forgot to tell me when it was cancelled. On Wednesday, when I called in on him he was all smiles. We discussed prices, and yesterday he promised me a road train load to Paraburdoo, 1,500 kms north. We’ll see (as of 8am this morning, it’s on).

I haven’t been paying much attention to the weather up there, But I know it has been variously very hot and flooded. I’d better check. The ABC a week ago, says 132 mm fell on Newman, cutting the highway. BOM’s forecast for this coming Sat-Tues is 47, 47, 45, 43 (deg C). Well, I shouldn’t get bogged.

On the bookish front all this unwanted spare time is sort of translating into keeping up with my reading/ blogging. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d got a second job during Gen 0 Week. For those who didn’t see, next year (and the year after) we’ll do early Australian men (AWW Gen 0 Roundup).

My Reading Black Africa Project is off to a good start, though it feels like I did a lot of reading (Waugh, Cary, Achebe) with not much to show for it. Now, for Feb., I’m reading Ben Okri’s The Famished Road, which is dense, not exactly hard going, but requiring a lot of thought and effort. I need a change of country and of gender, so for March I will read NoViolet Bulawayo, We Need New Names, another childhood but in Zimbabwe and the US, and probably a couple of decades after The Famished Road.

I’m also trying to do one read/write up a month for Bron’s Orwell Project. Because I like Orwell, and I have plenty of his stuff I haven’t read yet. For next week’s Orwell post I went to put a link to my review of Down and Out in Paris and London, and it’s not there! I’m sure I’ve done one, surely WordPress wouldn’t lie to me. Now I’m going to have to remember all the insightful things I said first time round.

Recent audiobooks 

Ryka Aoki (F/Trans, USA), Light from Uncommon Stars (2021) – SF
Fay Weldon (F, Eng), Habits of the House (2012) – Hist Fic/Romance
Max Barry (M, Aust/Vic), Lexicon (2013) – SF

Currently Reading 

George Orwell (M, Eng), The Collected Essays, Vol.3 (1968) – NF
Omar Sakr (M, Aust/NSW), Son of Sin (2022)
Ben Okri (M, Nig), The Famished Road (1991)
Sally Rooney (F, Ire), Normal People (2018)
Elizabeth Gaskell (F, Eng), Ruth (1853)
Simon Haynes (M, Aust/WA), Hal Spacejock (2001) – SF

AWWC Jan 2024

DateContributorTitle
Wed 10Elizabeth LhuedeHappy new year 2024!
Wed 17Bill HollowayThe Independent Woman in Australian Literature
Wed 24Michelle Scott TuckerMiss D and Miss N: an extraordinary partnership
Wed 31Whispering GumsMarion Simons, aka Stella Hope (et al)

EOY 2023

Journal: 112

Family gatherings as we all spent them.

Christmas wears me out, but did I enjoy it? Of course I did. Lou and Psyche down from the NT; mum and cousin Kay over from Vic; Ms 3 weeks and her young mother the centres of all our attentions; the weather (here – I can’t speak for over east!) mild, for a Perth summer; all culminating in a five generation, post-christmas dinner.

Five generations

Meanwhile, Gee’s Perth house has been cleaned out and sold; my old trailer is as painted as it’s going to be for a while; the truck is serviced; tyres have been replaced; it’s time I returned to work.

And also probably time I turned my mind to blogging. I read a little in my month off, in between great wads of running people around; made a start on each of my ‘projects’ for 2024 – AustralianWomenWriters.com, AWW Gen 0 Week and Black Africa – but there’s a lot still to do!

First though, we must say goodbye to 2023. I don’t request new releases for review, but the reading Marcie McCauley and I did on the Ursula K Le Guin Prize, did unearth some good’ns, notably Arboreality by Canadian Rebecca Campbell. In Australia, there was of course Alexis Wright’s Praiseworthy, and African Australian woman Eugen Bacon sprang onto the scene with not one but three new releases. Lisa Hill has already included Serengotti amongst her favourites so let me also remind you of Languages of Water and Secondhand Daylight (of which Bacon was respectively editor and co-writer).

In her round-up of the year, Melanie/GTL asks which books “stuck”. Leaving aside my books of boyhood series – which I revisited precisely because they did stick – I’ll go with Cold Comfort Farm, though I was surprised, going through my list of reviews, how many I remembered, because I wrote them up, I suppose. The one’s I didn’t write up disappeared into the fog almost as soon as I closed the cd case.

For the year, I read 110 books, compared with 108 last year, and 145 and 164 the years before. I hope that ends the downward trend, though as I no longer drive the distances I used to, I consume fewer audiobooks. My female/male (author) balance was 59/51; Aust/USA/UK/rest of world went 32/32/22/24. Category-wise I read Non-fiction 5, SF 23, Crime 24, Literature/classics 29, General fiction 29. Looking along my date categories, a quarter of the books I read were from the last three years and about a fifth were 1950s or earlier. Books on paper/audiobooks/ebooks went 30/70/10.

Counting this one, I put up 80 posts for the year, of which 17 were Journals; 4 were reposts of your contributions for AWW Gen 5-SFF Week; the remainder being reviews, one interview, one guest post, and some intros for my reviews on AWWC.

It occurs to me trucking deserves an EOY as well. Ten years ago, in the middle of a mining boom, as an employed driver, I covered 180,000 kms in my mighty Mack towing four cement tanker trailers between Perth and Nifty in the Great Sandy Desert, and I was away 188 nights; four years ago as an owner driver running Perth-Melbourne in the Volvo I purchased off Sam & Dragan, I covered 202,000 km and was away 232 nights; this year, running mostly to the north west, but also NT and N Qld, I was down to 102,000 km and 136 nights away; and the odometer passed the 2 million km mark – it’s a fine old truck.

Thank you for taking this journey with me. I hope your plans include taking part in AWW Gen 0 Week 14-21 Jan. 2024 – books which influenced/paralleled the Independent Woman in Australian Lit.

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Recent audiobooks 

Dean Ashenden (M, Aust/SA), Telling Tennant’s Story (2022) – NF
Terry Pratchett, Stephen Baxter (M, Eng), The Long Earth (2012) – SF
Victoria Hetherington (F, Can), Autonomy (2022) – SF
Chinua Achebe (M, Nigeria), No Longer at Ease (1960)

Currently Reading 

Simone de Beauvoir (F, Fr), Misunderstanding in Moscow (1966)
Evelyn Waugh (M, Eng), Black Mischief (1932)
Joyce Cary (M, Ire), Mister Johnson (1939)
Georgette Heyer (F, Eng), Venetia (1958)

AWWC Nov 2023

DateContributorTitle
Fri 1Stories FTAAnnie Rentoul, The comet and the Jook (1901, poem)
Wed 6Elizabeth LhuedeRosamond Agnes Benham: lady medico martyr
Fri 8Stories FTARosamond Benham, There is a tide (poem)
Wed 13Bill HollowayDaisy Bates, The Passing of the Aborigines (review)
Fri 15Stories FTADaisy Bates, 3,000 Miles in a Side-Saddle (story)
Wed 20Whispering Gums
Fri 22Stories FTA
AWWC resumes on Wed 10 Jan 2024.

SF of some use after all

Journal: 111

AI-generated ‘Many Armadillos’

I have no idea of this picture’s relevance but it was attached to the latest issue (24 Nov., 2023) of ScienceWriteNow which includes a link to an article I’d like to discuss (and commend).

ScienceWriteNow is a free online magazine edited by our friend Jess White with Amanda Niehaus and Taylor Mitchell (Who we are). The article, “Science Fiction for Hire? Notes towards an emerging practice of creative futurism” by Helen Marshall, Kathleen Jennings, Joanne Anderton of UQ asks, What does science fiction have to offer the world, besides spaceships?

The authors define ‘creative futurism’ as “work which is futures oriented, uses elements of the traditional creative writing skillset, but is constrained by an additional set of parameters”. Basically, creative writers are finding outlets for their talents (and hopefully, income!), generating SF stories around a set of parameters selected by their clients.

One example is Peter Singer and August Cole’s Ghost Fleet: A Novel of the Next World War (2015) which has all its major extrapolations documented in footnotes citing existing research. For this the authors coined the term FICINT/fictional intelligence – fiction which allows readers to “experience” the results of actual on-going research. The Australian War College (there’s a terrifying concept) has apparently taken up this idea, with students now encouraged to write speculative fiction.

Much of this (without the clients) is work Science Fiction already does. Alvin Toffler calls SF “a sociology of the future”; other theorists frame SF as a “tool to explore and challenge, rather than to predict.”

While some forms of science fiction are explicitly interested in the future of humanity, most are concerned with using visions of alternative worlds to understand, interrogate and reflect contemporary society.

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When the authors say ‘traditional creative writing skillset’ they are talking of setting, characterisation, plot etc, intended to produce ‘commercial’ science fiction. But the intention – to highlight a particular scientific development, say – detracts from the ‘passion’ of fiction produced for its own sake.

For writers, the upside of ‘creative futurism’ is guaranteed income. The downside of course is that employers will almost certainly demand some control over the finished product. In this context the paper discuss ‘military futurology’, though I’m not sure how this might be distinguished from existing wargaming, unless the finished work is published without its origins, and the motivations of its paymasters, being disclosed.

From this overview, the authors diverge to each offer their own experience and views.

Anderton offers as a case study her work with ‘a Defence cooperative research centre with a focus on robotic and autonomous technology’, where she was asked to write three 2,000 word narratives for an audience of Defence and Defence Industry personnel, testing the ethical risks in using AI in military contexts.

I think she may have found it more difficult than she expected to be creative under such tight constraints. In the end she devised a template
One or two main characters
Their mission
Setting (had to be generalised, not identifiable)
Technology
Ethical issues to be explored
The set-up
The inciting incident
The Turn (reaction to the ‘incident’)
Resolution
which she was able to use to generate her three narratives.

One problem she found was that by breathing life into her narratives, making them ‘stories’, her consumers would discuss the characters, their reactions, instead of focussing on the technology.

Jennings analyzes some creative futurism published as short stories. She finds that they all exhibit a creative tension between the author’s attempts to imbue them with life and their overt ‘realist-rationalist’ tone. She finds it is difficult to become immersed in a story when the technology is constantly being brought to the fore.

The authors conclude “the constraints of creative futurism appear to resist too strong a play of imagination and personal style, an intriguing consideration, when authors are presumably recruited because of that imagination and style, or at least for the credibility it has earned them.”

From the ‘References’ here is one story that may be read online (it’s funny and not military, which is a bonus)
https://translunartravelerslounge.com/2022/02/15/oil-bugs-by-gwen-c-katz/

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Helen Marshall, Kathleen Jennings, Joanne Anderton, “Science Fiction for Hire? Notes towards an emerging practice of creative futurism”, ScienceWriteNow, 24 Nov 2023 (here)


If today is Weds (29/11) then this must be Marble Bar (Australia’s hottest town and one of its most remote). Yesterday I was due to deliver some conveyor belts to Jimblebar, an iron ore mine near Newman, and today I should really be through Port Hedland and on my way out to Telfer, a major gold mine in the Great Sandy Desert, to pick up a couple of machines to take home. Hopefully, I will have listened to all of Catch 22 by now – at least my third rereading – and be full bottle for a writing up in the very near future.

Recent audiobooks 

Joseph Heller (M, USA), Catch 22 (1961)
Sarah Winman (F, Eng), When God was a Rabbit (2011)
Stephany Tromby (F, USA), Trouble is a Friend of Mine (2015) YA
Anne Tyler (F, USA), French Braid (2022)

Currently Reading 

Yevgeny Zamyatin (M, USSR), We (1924) SF
Margaret Atwood (F, Can), The Edible Woman (1969)
Olive Schreiner (F, S.Af), Story of an African Farm (1883)
Olive Schreiner (F, S.Af), Woman and Labour (1911)

AWWC Nov 2023

DateContributorTitle
Wed 1Elizabeth LhuedeJessie Urquhart, the jail governor’s daughter
Fri 3Stories FTAJessie Urquhart, Hodden Grey (short story)
Wed 8Meg BrayshawCountless Flaming Eyes’: The Genius of Christina Stead
Fri 10Stories FTA
Wed 15Debbie RobsonJean Curlewis
Fri 17Stories FTAJean Curlewis, The lonely lady (short story)
Wed 22Bill HollowayChristina Stead, A Writer’s Friends
Fri 24Stories FTA
Wed 29Whispering GumsAnnie and Ida Rentoul, the early years

Project 2024 – Africa

Journal: 110

I wrote my introductory post for Project 2022 – North America in June 2021. This year I am not so organised. Not even close. But I have decided that next year in each month I will read one Black African work and post a review at the end of the month. January will be Ben Okri’s Famished Road, which I am pretty sure was my introduction to Black African writing, but after that I have no idea (except obviously, that I should include Chinua Achebe).

Settler colonial literatures stick together of course, and over the years, and especially in the early years I read more books about Africa by white writers than I did by Black writers. I am a little bit worried that this project excludes those earlier readings – not just books from the last days of Empire like Black Mischief by Evelyn Waugh and Mr Johnson by Joyce Carey; but the anti-racist works of Nadine Gordimer, Alan Paton (Cry the Beloved Country), early Doris Lessing, JM Coetzee.

I have had this project in my head for some time precisely because of the contrast I felt between Waugh and Carey on one side and Okri on the other, writing about similar subjects. I can see I am going to have to reread them as I go along.

Over the past few years, in this corner of the Blogosphere, and indeed more widely, we have discussed the application of the term ‘Magic Realism’ to work incorporating the spirit world, which writers whose cultures incorporate such beliefs have vigorously opposed. Sort of apropos of this I was reading a piece by Marcie McCauley today reviewing Craft in the Real World by Matthew Salesses in which he references Toward the Decolonization of African Literature (Chinweizu et al.) and the four conventions identified therein about the tradition of incorporating the fantastic into everyday life:
First, the spirit beings have a non-human trait that gives them away – eg. floating;
second, a human’s visit to the spiritland involves a dangerous border-crossing;
third, spirits not only have agency but can possess humans and;
finally, spirits aren’t subject to human concepts of space/time.
Marcie wishes she had known this when she first read The Famished Road!

The books I have read so far which fit within my Project are:

Ben Okri (M/Nigeria), The Famished Road (1991)
Francesca Ekwuyasi (F/Nigeria), Butter Honey Pig Bread (2020)
Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi (F/Uganda), A Girl is a Body of Water, first pub. as The First Woman (2020)
Tsitsi Dangarembga (F/Zimbabwe), This Mournable Body (2020)
Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o (M/Kenya), Wizard of the Crow (2006)
Giuseppe Catozzella, Don’t Tell Me You’re Afraid (2016) – story of Somali Samia Yusuf Omar by an Italian guy
Nnedi Okorafor (F/Nigeria), Who Fears Death (2010)
Nnedi Okorafor (F/Nigeria), The Book of Phoenix (2015)
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (F/Nigeria), Americanah (2013) – no review

Please suggest some more!

I have one book in my Audible library which fits:

Akwaeke Emezi (F/Nigeria), You Made a Fool of Death with your Beauty (2022)

and other books by white authors I have read/reviewed are: Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness; Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible; Kit Denton, The Breaker.

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Recent audiobooks 

Becky Chambers (F, USA), The Galaxy and the Ground Within (2021) SF
Tom Keneally (M, Aus/NSW), The Commonwealth of Thieves (2005) NF
Steven Conte (M, Aus/NSW), The Tolstoy Estate (2020)
AS Byatt (F, Eng), Possession (2019)

Currently Reading 

William Burroughs (M, USA), Naked Lunch (1959)
Marita Fowler (F, USA), Fat Assassins (2011) – Crime
Elizabeth Jolley (F, Aus/WA), The Sugar Mother (1988)
Yuri Herrara (M, Mex), Ten Planets (2022) -SF

AWWC Oct 2023

DateContributorTitle
Wed 4Elizabeth LhuedeDisappointed in love: Forgotten Bulletin writer Ethel Mills
Fri 6Stories FTAEthel Mills, The Chee child (1905, short story)
Wed 11Bill HollowayBertha Lawson, My Henry Lawson (review)
Fri 13Stories FTALouisa Lawson, A General Servant (story, part 1/2)
Wed 18Stories FTALouisa Lawson, A General Servant (story, part 2/2)
Fri 20Michelle Scott TuckerLouisa Lawson
Wed 25Whispering GumsChristina Stead, Ocean of story, Pt 1: The early years – Australia (Review)
Fri 27Stories FTA

Louisa Lawson

Journal: 109

Louisa Lawson (State Library NSW)

Over at my other gig, Australian Women Writers Challenge, we’ve just run a four part series on Louisa Lawson, Australian first wave feminist, newspaper proprietor, and mother of short story writer, Henry –
my review of My Henry Lawson by his wife, Bertha Lawson (here)
a 3,000 word short story, A General Servant, by Louisa Lawson: (part 1), (part 2); and
an essay on Louisa Lawson by Michelle Scott Tucker (here).

All this as a lead up to Michelle’s announcement that her next project is a much needed biography of Louisa, and that she has funding for research from the State Library of NSW, the home of the Mitchell Library and of Lawson’s papers, as a 2024 Visiting Scholar.

Michelle’s first biography, of Elizabeth Macarthur, presented Macarthur as a woman of considerable agency, and as the principal manager behind the foundation of Australia’s wool industry, which of course has always been attributed to her erratic and often absent husband, John.

Women, generally, have largely been overlooked and downplayed in Australia’s history, due in large part to the on-going popularity of Australia’s foundational myth of men alone against the Bush, propagated originally by the misogynist Sydney Bulletin at the turn of the last century.

Louisa Lawson was of course the subject of Brian Matthews seminal biography Louisa (1987), but as Michelle points out, this and a later biography That Mad Louisa (2011), “have been written by men who foregrounded their own stories and/or projected on to Lawson their own fictionalised responses to her life.” I enjoyed Matthews biography, and its ‘meta’ focus, and am now suitably chastened.

There remains a lot to be said about Australian first wave feminism. My focus has been on the literature – AWW Gen1 and Gen 2 – but there are few literary biographies, maybe just Colin Roderick on Rosa Praed, and Jill Roe and others on Miles Franklin. The suffragist movement has some accounts: Jaqueline Kent’s Vida, You Daughters of Freedom by Claire Wright, and my favourite, Passionate Friends by Sylivia Martin, off the top of my head; but where is the overview, where are Catherine Helen Spence, Rosa Scott, Cecelia John? (By all means, send me answers! I’d be happy to create a list).

Louisa Lawson, in 1891, was a foundation member with Rosa Scott on the Womanhood Suffrage League of New South Wales; her newspaper, The Dawn, was vital in spreading the message beyond Scott’s upper middle class circles; she was an inventor; the origin of many of Henry Lawson’s stories; and his first publisher. Michelle, you have made an inspired choice!

We all loved following the progress of Elizabeth Macarthur from its very first days; your second – with Aaron Fa’Aoso – So Far, So Good – we only got the highlights; this time I hope you blog a little more and we are able once again however vicariously to live the life of a writer.

I was planning/hoping to write a reminder post for AWW Gen 0 Week on (makes snap decision) 14-21 Jan 2024. For the time being this will have to do. So, our reading will be of writers up to say 1914 whose subject influenced or reflected the Independent Woman in Australian Lit. As I have written elsewhere, this encompasses the New Woman movement, which was formally of the 1890s, but is wider than that.

As soon as I post this I must write up the third book I have read for Brona’s AusReading Month. After that my next deadlines (AWWC and MARM) are in the second week of November. They can wait. The Brothers Karamazov, which I finished a while ago was a disappointment – a melodramatic love affair interleavened by great chunks of Christian preaching. No review. More recently I listened to The Tolstoy Estate by Steven Conte, for which I think I have seen one or two reviews around. I thought it well-written, but as you might by now expect, didn’t appreciate the love affair being imposed on a WWII setting. Melanie will be pleased to know I am reading The Fat Assassins she recommended so many years ago. It’s funny – rural Stephanie Plums.

This past week – it’s Saturday as I write – I have spent refurbishing my older trailer and getting ready for my next trip. The load, a large truck going to Barrow Island, had to be shrinkwrapped and is today being fumigated to prevent it carrying any exotic life. On Monday I will head to Dampier, unload Wednesday, come back south of Geraldton Thursday to load a bulldozer, which I will take back up north. I might be home Monday week.

Reading ‘Plans’

Journal: 108

I’m not sure what’s going on with my reading life. I seem to have a whole heap of books on the go at once, and I’m remembering none of them – 37 hours of The Brothers Karamazov has come to an end (after 30 something hours of His Dark Materials) but still needs to be reviewed; meanwhile with actual books I have to make time to sit down and read, I have one more for the Le Guin prize, two for AusReading Month (Oct), and one for MARM (Nov) all part-way through; and then I also have to get read and reviewed this month one for AWWC and one for my 12 Books of Boyhood (or young manhood really, these last few).

For that last, I had this list of possibles – Brideshead of course I’ve just done – and I was struck by the publication dates. Given I was reading them in the years, say, 1967-72 they were even then mostly quite old

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, first pub. 1945
Jane Grant, Come Hither Nurse (1957)/Richard Gordon Doctor in the House (1952)
Leslie Charteris, Enter the Saint (1930)
Georges Simenon, Act of Passion (1946)
Robert Heinlein, I Will Fear No Evil (1970)
William Burroughs, The Naked Lunch (1959)
Joseph Heller, Catch 22 (1961)
Daniel Cohn-Bendit, Obsolete Communism: the Left-Wing Alternative (1968)

I have more than a shelf of Saints, Maigrets and Simenons (along with my William books and PC Wrens), and who knows how often I read Come Hither Nurse and the Doctor books. I was hoping I could squeeze them in, but no luck

I Will Fear No Evil I read as a serial in a pulp SF magazine in the Union library at uni, which is why it is contemporary. I’m not a Heinlein fan, although I didn’t know that then, and the sexism in this is egregious, but it formed my introduction to mainline SF. I don’t have a copy or I might have been tempted to write a critique.

That leaves those last three to review in the three remaining months. The Naked Lunch because it was formative in my idea of what literature might be stretched to do; and the other two because they were so important politically.

I wrote in a comment somewhere that between work and family I have had very little time for blogging. A week or so ago I was just home from seven days away and Milly said she’d like to go down to see Gee and the kids; then I was offered a job way up north to Argyll Diamond Mine, which I knocked back because, you know, I haven’t been particularly brilliant at keeping family commitments in the past; then Milly was crook which put us back a day; and as soon as we were down there another job came up which I had to take; and the ute wouldn’t start; at 5.30 am; so we had to wake up son-in-law to give us a push; got back to Perth around lunchtime, picked up some clothes and food from my place, then dropped Milly (and dog) off without stopping the engine; got my truck from the mechanic; loaded, got going etc, etc, back Saturday; on which day Gee arrived at Milly’s (taking the older kids to see Mary Poppins, show, not movie); so more family – which is a good thing; Monday I had truck stuff to do and here we are Tuesday, accounts piling up, reviews piling up and I’ve already accepted a load for later in the week; so this is all you’ll get for a while.

When the interminable Bros K. finished I listened to Clarke by Holly Throsby, a middle of the road country town drama. I was liking the characters and generally enjoying the flow of the story when Throsby decided to resolve the central mystery by plonking down an enormous coincidence based on people on one side of a major incident not knowing the names of the people on the other side – entirely impossible in a country town (and going by her well known parents, I doubt Holly Throsby has ever been in a country town for more than a one night gig) – and I just switched it off mid-sentence. I’m still disappointed, days later.

I’ve been topping my Audible library up with Canadians recently so I had a break then started listening to Motorcycles & Sweetgrass. More Trickster magic. Come on, doesn’t Canada have a Marie Munkara.

Pic: Castledare Minature Railway – Met Gee and grandkids there, Sunday (so Milly could work).

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Recent audiobooks 

Fyodor Dostoevsky (M, Rus), The Brothers Karamazov (1879) Crime
Holly Throsby (F, Aus/NSW), Clarke (2022)
Yrsa Sigurdardottir (F, Ice), My Soul to Take (2009) Crime
Philip Pullman (M, Eng), His Dark Materials (1995) YA Fantasy
Drew Hayden Taylor (M, Can), Motorcycles & Sweetgrass (2010)

Currently Reading 

Zain Khalid (M, USA), Brother Alive (2022)
Eugen Bacon (F, Aus/Vic), Serengotti (2022)
Drusilla Modjeska (F, Aus/NSW), The Orchard (1994)
Margaret Atwood (F, Can), The Edible Woman (1969)
Evelyn Waugh (M, Eng), Brideshead Revisited (1945)

AWWC Sept 2023

DateContributorTitle
Fri 1Stories FTAAmy Mack, Her coup-de-theatre (short story)
Wed 6Elizabeth LhuedeThe ink-quester: Nancy Hogan
Fri 8Stories FTANancy Hogan, The parable of the mountain (poem)
Wed 13Teresa PittAgnes Murphy, One Woman’s Wisdom (review)
Fri 15Stories FTAAgnes Murphy, One woman’s wisdom (extract)
Wed 20Bill HollowayChristina Stead, A Waker and Dreamer (review)
Fri 22Stories FTAKay Keavney, Christina Stead (interview extract)
Wed 27Whispering GumsChristina Stead, Ocean of story (Review)
Fri 29Stories FTAChristina Stead, Ocean of story (nonfiction extract)