What a beautiful book Transit Lounge has created for Carmel Bird’s latest novel. Rich dark red wallpaper on the end papers, and a gold-framed image of Monet’s Field of Poppies in the centre of each page, close ups of red poppies on the cover. One instantly wants to buy it for a gift for those who would appreciate it. And isn’t that everybody? Well maybe not.
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In 1949, seventy years ago, Simone de Beauvoir’s The Second Sex was first published, and became famous for the statement, ‘One is not born, but rather becomes a woman.’ The book came out in two volumes, Facts and Myths, and Lived Experience. She made many provocative observations, particularly emphasizing that because of childbirth woman was defined by her biology in a way man never is. ‘What is woman?’ ‘Other.’
Continue reading Becoming Beauvoir: A life by Kate Kirkpatrick
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I’ve been running ev’r since
It’s been a long time coming, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
There have been times that I thought I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will
The wonderful voice and sentiments of Sam Cooke can be heard below. I always feel a surge of optimism when I hear this (but I have to disregard the horrible piercing chords at the opening of this recording, but then everything has its down side.)
Do you think we have a little reason for optimism at present? Is a change gonna come?
As our readers know, we are two Gerts. We are the poet, yogini, classical scholar and intrepid bush-walker, and we are also the singing, piano playing, weight lifting lying about, Gert. We are both compulsive readers.
Today, while Gert 1 is in a remote part of Australia leaping from rock to rock, this Gert, Gert 2, is minding the store and taking the opportunity to tell at length about her recent knee operation.
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The historian knows how vulnerable is the whole texture of facts in which we spend our daily lives; it is always in danger of being perforated by single lies or torn to shreds by the organized lying of groups, nations, or classes, or denied and distorted, often carefully covered up by reams of falsehoods…
Spooky, as Dame Edna would say. Continue reading The egoist