Two lonely men meet by chance in a café in Provence. Both brilliant high achievers, now cut off from their professions, they are soon drawn together, one in the role of supportive listener, the other with a compulsive need to tell his tale.
If you happen to be in New York, Eloise at the Museum is at the New York Historical Society until October 9th.
Continue reading Oh my Lord, it’s Eloise again
“He had breached – no, demolished – the fortress of identity.” (198)
Anthony O’Neill, you’ve done it again. This deserves to become a classic, right up there with the original.
Continue reading Anthony O’Neill: Dr Jekyll and Mr Seek
I heard the voice of the crane
calling loudly, calling men to the plough.
And it struck my heart black
that others hold my fair-flowering fields.
Theognis, c 550 BC, in exile
Continue reading Exile
‘Stopping to rethread the needle twice before she got to the end, she got up and stood at the ironing board to press the skirt with a warm iron ready for collection.’
Continue reading Keeping your adverbials in their proper place
If you’re looking for some Aus fiction, you might like to browse the finalists in the Miles Franklin, Australia’s foremost novel prize:
Continue reading Miles Franklin shortlist