What I read when I was a teenager

All my mum’s Reader’s Digest condensed novels (again). All my mum’s Sunday school prize books (again) featuring downtrodden girls making good. Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, etc. My Name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok . Anna Karenina. Wildfire romances (the only one I...

A riposte

I got a comment on a previous blog expressing disappointment with one of my sessions at the Melbourne Writers Festival, which in itself does not worry me: people have different responses to the same material, and I approach all of my sessions with the view that if...

Melbourne Writers Festival

I apologise for my blogging laxness: I have been away, and thence contracted a hideous virus on the plane, from which I have not yet recovered.  I promise I will get back to it, but in the meantime, I just wanted to let you know that I will be at the Melbourne Writers...

The pleasures of travel

After a hideous and turbulent flight, during which my daughter and I took turns vomiting into (or attempting to vomit into) whatever vaguely bag-shaped item was to hand, I am pleased to announce that we have taken to the Continent with much enthusiasm, in large part...