My sincerest apologies for not posting in a few weeks. I took on far more than I could reasonably manage for October. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say it has included two book reviews, 45 essays to mark, my usual undergrad teaching allotment, working at SPUNC and organising a wedding!
Laurie, you foolish, foolish man. The upside was that one of my review books was Wayne MacAuley's Other Stories; my review will come out in November's issue of Australian Book Review, if you're interested. Suffice to say it was definitely a gum wall-able collection, however, and balanced out the sheer bummer that was Tom McCarthy's C. If you can't say something nice about a book...
I'm still reading a lot of short fiction. I'm flying out to WA for a friend's wedding and have both Kill Your Darlings Issue 3 and Tony Birch's Father's Day to read, so no doubt I'll be posting again within the next week or two. In the meantime, let me know if you have any recommendations, or read any of the collections featured so far and found them intoxicating/annoying/unforgettable.
Laurie Steed is listening to Old Fitzroy by Dan Sultan and wondering why no one in Perth ever writes a song about Balga, Maylands or Mount Lawley. He likes the sound of an ice cream sandwich being unwrapped and can tell you, without Googling it, who won the last five Miles Franklin Awards. He is waiting for the day when this information comes in handy.