FYI Emily… I am on my lunch break!
Vegemite to the rest of the world must seem like some kind of thrush inducing product… it’s not. I haven’t had vegemite for a while, but this morning I bothered. I bothered simply to celebrate Australian, not because I am particularly patriotic (That’s an American word isn’t it?) but because of the fine authors this usually unimaginative public has produced. My patriotism extended only as far as my toast, as my coffee wound up in a Starbucks mug. I am enjoying the coffee more.
But Australian authors. They bring a certain gritty depth filled narrative that you don’t find elsewhere.
Let me give you some names.
- Colleen McCullough: Troy, The Thorn Birds, An Indecent Obsession
- Ruth Park: Harp in the South, Swords and Crowns and Rings (Okay… she was born in NZ)
- John Marsden: Tomorrow When the War Began… all seven+ of them
- Ivan Southall: Hills End, Ash Road
- Bryce Courtney: The Potato Factory
- Tim Winton: Cloudstreet, The Turning (Many narratives)
The life and blood of my growing up years, bar Winton/Courtney who are more recent discoveries. I think that I found out more from some of these books than I should have at certain ages, yet they are the books I return to because I am entranced by the characters.
I have discovered more about redemption, about life from fiction than I ever have from non-fiction, and non-fiction has become a large part of my world the past few years.
Last night I think that learnt more about living out Christianty from the short story, ‘The Turning’ (in the book the Turning), than I have ever from reading the ’emergents’. Stories have the ability to hit a place that theories can never go.
With the potentially unwelcome arrival of twitter to my world, I have neglected sharing some of the daily stuff.
So to update, I’m in my final week of classes for the semester in the giant hike uphill before a glorious coast down through a long holiday. I am 1 assignment entirely down and pushing my way through the other three.
As a Communication Design student I don’t get those things called exams, good? Yes and no. No exams simply means that you get enormous assignments. As it stands, typography is under control, as is my flash/action-script assignment, yet packaging looms horribly. Packaging is worth 100% of the subject… excluding a few marks for attendance.
As things go… as they usually do, the blog will be as it have been, very quiet and then will potentially go into overdrive as I rediscover the beauty of a little free time.
I shall continue to lurk on my own turf. Who’s lurking with me?
“I said to the man who stood at the gate of the Year, ‘Give me a light that I made tread safely into the unknown’. And he replied, ‘Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way’.”
– Minnie Louise Haskins, quoted by King George VI, Christmas broadcast, 1939
There is a good a line up of posts out there tonight.
and if you’ve got a fair bit more time, this is also interesting:
Made to Schtick! – Allan Hirsch of The Forgotten Ways