The Tasmanian Writers' Centre
11.12.13 5:29 pm
Join us to celebrate 2013 - Lark Distillery, Wed 18 December, 6pm
Dear members, friends and partners,
Please join the Tasmanian Writers Centre Management Committee & Staff in thanking the writers, readers and volunteers who make the Tasmanian writing scene so inspiring.
• 6pm Wednesday 18 December
• Lark Distillery, 14 Davey Street, Hobart
• Readings from some of Tasmania’s finest writers and live music from accomplished musician, Ralph Forehead.
We look forward to your company!
TWC Staff and Management Committee
09.12.13 5:20 am
An extract from James R. Boag’s new book:
USING THIS NEW AND EFFICIENT MEANS OF TRANSPORT
AIR SERVICE PROPOSAL
The waterside workers’ strike has again directed attention to the isolation of Tasmania during the constantly recurring social upheavals. Some time ago it was announced that the Civil Aviation Department was moving in the direction of establishing a service of seaplanes between Melbourne and Tasmania, and Lieut. McIntyre, who has just been appointed instructor to the South Australian Aero Club, was engaged for some time in making an aerial survey of the islands in Bass Strait.</b>
Recently Senator Sampson, of Tasmania, asked what was the position in regard to the proposed service, and in reply the Minister for Defence (Sir William Glasgow) stated that an experimental service across Bass Strait would be carried out by the R.A.A.F. in the Southampton (twin Napier- Lion) flying boats, which are expected to arrive from England towards the end of the year.
“Seeing that there are, as yet, not many seaplane services operating in the world, it will,” he added, ” be necessary to carry out a certain amount of reconnaissance and experimental work before we can establish a commercial air service between Melbourne and Hobart. During winter months Bass Strait will be difficult to navigate because of fogs. It will take some time to get this service established on the same reliable and practical basis as the existing services; but. the Government is keenly desirous of utilising this new and efficient means of transport to expedite communications generally, and to bring the outback portions of the Commonwealth into closer touch with the more settled districts. Care must be taken to give intending tenderers for Tasmanian services time to prepare their estimates, and also to ensure the successful tenderers can be relied upon to carry out their contracts.
The first of the Supermarine Southhamptons, ordered by the Federal Government, was recently subjected to special tests at Felixstowe (Eng), and underwent overload trials at a total weight of well over 18,000 lb. This figure is 3,300 lb in excess of its normal load, and gives the amphibian a useful load of considerably more than 50 percent. The Supermarine, according to a report received from the Air Ministry, behaved in “extremely satisfactory” manner.”
The Register (Adelaide) 24 November 1927
WHAT AN AEROPLANE!
I never thought I would see such a beautiful big aeroplane. It is the latest from De Havilland, a DH89. It has four engines and can cruise at 142 m.p.h. and climb to a height of 17,400 feet. It is the fastest British- built passenger aircraft in the world and now holds the speed record for flying across the Strait, 1hr 50 minutes.
Inside it is luxurious and it makes me think back to seeing Mr. Delfosse Badgery at the Elwick Show Ground, when I was a boy, flying his Caudron with a 45hp motor and not a thought of a passenger. How times have changed in twenty years!
ARRIVAL OF MISS HOBART.
The arrival at Launceston yesterday of the De Havilland 12 passenger aeroplane, Miss Hobart marked an epoch in the history of Tasmanian communications. With the De Havilland Dragon Miss Launceston she will commence on Monday the subsidized daily mail and passenger service between Melbourne and Hobart, supplying also the Bass Strait link for the England to Australia service to start shortly. The Miss Hobart, which is equipped with four engines, is the largest aeroplane in Australia. Her appointments are luxurious, and she holds a world record for performance. She made a record flight across Bass Strait yesterday covering the distance in 1 hour 50 minutes. The previous record was held by Mr. E. Chaselling, who covered the journey in 1hr 58 min in a Fokker machine. The journey could have been accomplished in less time had not 10 minutes been lost by avoiding a heavy rain squall, the pilot having to head slightly into the cross wind all the way.
The new aeroplane is handsome in appearance and is so neatly designed that her large size is deceptive when in flight. The four Gypsy Six engines are situated in a row on the lower wing, and each is of 200hp making 800 horsepower in all. Her external and interior appointments were much admired by those who witnessed her arrival. The 12 seats ranged one behind the other along the length of the cabin are of an armchair type, very comfortably upholstered, and covered in grey morocco leather. An attractive shade of grey predominates in the whole colour scheme. Passengers will appreciate the fact that the enclosure has been especially constructed to make it sound proof, and ordinary conversation can be carried on without unduly raising the voice. The provision of visibility is excellent and by means of patent appliances each passenger is enabled to arrange ventilation to his or her own liking.
Smoking is permissible, and the independent air vents are arranged so that non-smokers will not be inconvenienced by smoke. Lavatory accommodation is provided at the rear of the cabin.
The Mercury, 29th September 1934
It seems quite strange to me that for so many years’ aviators flew over Bass Strait in single engine aeroplanes and none came to much harm but, since machines have become bigger, with two and now even four engines, there seem to be more accidents. As a mechanic I wonder whether it has to do with the change from radial engines to inline engines, although there are many machines flying safely with Gypsy motors. There has been many a bent undercarriage and broken propeller and the amphibians have been down on the sea quite often but never, until now, has there been loss of life in a large passenger-carrying aircraft accident over Bass Strait. But now we are shocked that our most modern, fastest, biggest airliner has gone missing with paying passengers on board.
AIRLINER MISS HOBART MISSING ON JOURNEY FROM LAUNCESTON TO MELBOURNE
TWO PILOTS AND NINE PASSENGERS
LAST REPORT NEAR WILSONS PROMONTARY
Mystery surrounds the disappearance of the Holyman’s air liner Miss Hobart which, carrying nine passengers and two pilots from Launceston to Melbourne yesterday, failed to reach its destination.
The machine reported by wireless at 10.20 a.m. that it was approaching the Victorian coast. There is some evidence of its having passed over Wilson’s Promontory but nothing further has been heard of it.
A search of the coast by aeroplane yesterday afternoon proved fruitless. An Air Force flying boat and three other aeroplanes will continue the search. The liner was due in Melbourne about noon. It was one of the latest types of four engine aeroplanes.
Rachel Edwards, Ben Walter
06.12.13 10:36 am
A Tasmanian writing collective that maintains it does not exist was awarded ‘Best project by/for Young People in Tasmania’ at the national Express Media Awards in Melbourne last night.
The group, formerly known Under the Fat Man has has recently changed its name to Having Doubts After the Fact, a change in keeping with the participants’ desire to evade the milieu of contemporary Tasmanian, and by default, Australian literature.
Co-founder of the group, Ben Walter said “we were bemused and delighted that a national organisation chose to recognise the efforts of a literary collective that does not exist.”
The collective meets irregularly and casually in various Hobart locales including South Hobart and Moonah to discuss Tasmanian writing and incumbent, related issues including the use of the word ‘collective’ in lieu of ‘co-op’.
Express Media is the peak body in Australia supporting the writing and career facilitation of young writers.
Expat Tasmanian author, Tadhg Muller, said he had been observing the development of the group from afar “there is more than a passion for Tasmanian literature at play here, there is a desire to challenge and renew the island’s literary conventions”
Under The Fat Man was the only non existent Tasmanian collective recognised by the national awards.
Acorn Press Limited – http://www.acornpress.net.au
04.12.13 7:33 am
New Book Information
Title: Pieces of Eternity
Author: Michael P. Jensen
Edition: 1st edition
Formats: paperback and eBook
Publication date: 24 November 2013
RRP: $24.95 (paperback)
eBook price will vary depending on retailer
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Does God have a sense of humour? Can Christianity make sense of our 21st-century world? What does it mean to be happy? Is it possible to survive in the jungle of office politics, or in the warzone that is social media?
In this provocative and stimulating collection of pieces from Eternity magazine, Michael Jensen presents an authentically Christian take on the way we live, work and think. With insight, humanity, and a humorous touch, Jensen takes us on a tour of the contemporary soulscape, from the fall of the Berlin Wall to the music of Cold Chisel. He even argues that the atheists are right. Pieces of Eternity will surprise, delight and engage its readers.
Michael Jensen is a theologian, pastor and author from Sydney who is currently rector of St Mark’s Anglican Church, Darling Point. He enjoys popular culture, running, cricket and conversation. Together with his wife Catherine, he has four children.
Originally written for the Christian readership of Eternity magazine, these selected pieces have been edited by the author to appeal to a wider range of readers, including those with no church background. The contents of this book have been collated with the aim of providing a resource for evangelism and as a conversation-starter.
ISBN: 9780987428653 (paperback)
• Pages – 176
• Weight – TBC – approx. 270 g
• Dimensions – 210 x 148 mm
Availability from 24 November 2013:
• Paperback can be purchased through Acorn’s website (http://www.acornpress.net.au). Wholesalers can contact Acorn’s distributors, Rainbow Book Agencies.
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Kate Harrison Business Development Manager Island Magazine
04.12.13 6:33 am
The official launch of Island 135 is on Saturday 14 December at Rosny Barn from 1pm – 3pm.
All details here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1416073688627171/
It is a free event, open to the public and there will be plenty of food, drinks and magazines for sale!
04.12.13 5:06 am
Download (TT presents the poems as downloadable docs, to get the emphasis and structure correct):
Six degrees of separation rain and wind:
The Race that Stops the Nation:
04.12.13 4:21 am
02.12.13 6:00 am
I was running helter skelter across the open paddock in pitch darkness. I couldn’t see my feet, let alone what lay ahead. But I knew the paddock well. It was flat, lightly grassed and treeless. There were no unforseen obstacles ahead. Nothing to avoid. It was a breathless night in mid autumn. The air was cold. A frost was in the making. I was high with excitement and challenge.
My race had begun only second before. We had been returning from a hunting trip along the forest line that bordered the isolated farm - three of us, bouncing across rutted ground in a Land Rover that boasted little of any merit other than a motor that ran and a set of spot lights powerful enough to illuminate centre court at Wimbledon.
It was Neville who sounded the alarm.
“Oh shit,” he yelled above the roar of the unmuffled engine. “Someone left the fucking gate open and the sheep are heading for the road.” As he said this, he swivelled the beam of the spot lights across the paddock to reveal a flock of thirty to forty prize sheep in full flight bursting through an open gate and heading off across open pasture in front of us.
“The fence is down,” Neville yelled. “They’ll get through to the road and we’ll never catch the bastards.”
I was sitting next to the passenger’s door – or where a door should have been – transfixed by the unfolding drama. Then came the order.
“Greg, Greg! Do you reckon you can run across and cut ‘em off mate? If we chase them in the Rover they’ll just run even harder.”
“Sure,” I yelled, anxious to help and more than a little concerned that it may have been me who had left the gate open. I leapt from the moving vehicle, hitting the soft grass and rolling twice before springing to my feet.
“Quick,” urged Neville. “Head off that way. But you’d better make it fast.” He moved the spot light to show the direction he wanted me to take. I charged off into the night. With the spot light alternately shining on me from behind and then across the paddock to the racing flock, I felt I was making good ground although I obviously needed to keep moving at full tilt. As I neared the point where I might be in a position to turn the mob, and with the spot light on my back throwing bouncing shadows across the grass like moonshine through a wind tossed tree, I thought I caught sight of what seemed like a dark line in front of me. But as the spot moved away again it melted into darkness.
Suddenly and without warning, I was running in space – suspended like a puppet on strings - my feet failing to make contact with mother earth. The spot light was back and I was staring down into an abyss which, in the horizontal beam of the spot lights, appeared bottomless. Like the poor, unfortunate wolf in Road Runner - my legs thrashing frantically to gain a footing in nothingness - I went plummeting down. My decent marked by a piercing cry of “Aaaarh shiiiit!!”
I landed, face first in ankle deep mud.
As I crawled in humiliation and anger from the ditch, spitting black slime and clearing it from my eyes and ears, I heard the unbridled peels of laughter from my so called “mates”. The Land Rover was now less than twenty feet away, its two occupants falling from its cabin and rolling on the ground in fits of hysterics.
As they continued to roll about slapping their sides and holding their bellies, I began to comprehend the elaborate trap they had set – a trap I had so willingly fallen into (excuse the pun). How was I to know that in the month since I had last visited the farm, Neville had dug a six foot irrigation channel across the paddock to drain an area of swampy land he had recently cleared and planned to put to pasture?
“I hate you bastards,” I yelled, which ignited yet another burst of hysterics.
My mother would have described Neville as a “scallywag”. And he was. A true bush clown. At the same time, he was a bloody hard worker with an impossibly intuitive nature. He could fix anything; make the most derelict motor run; drive anything from a racing car to a bulldozer; build fences; crutch sheep; yell profanities at his dogs in a voice that would terrify alien invaders; and tell more dirty jokes than Robin Williams in a strictly adults’ club. Neville was the quintessential Aussie farmer. As I chose to describe him – “All ribs and dick like a drover’s dog”. He loved that description.
In later years, when I joined the Australian Army and had the opportunity to experience elements of SAS training, I often thought what a wonderful Special Forces soldier Neville might have made. He was tough, resourceful, wily and uncrushable. He was also an excellent shot. Bush craft was an inherent part of his upbringing.
There were only two occasions on which I had the last laugh on Neville, while he had many on me.
We both loved cars – fast cars. He was obsessed with the V8 variety while my choice was the Mini Cooper, which Neville irreverently described as “a fucking toy”.
At the time, Neville owned one of those absurdly large 1950s Fords which boasted rows of open throated carburettors that spat out sheets of flame every time he started the monster up. By contrast, the Cooper had a miniscule motor, which Neville reckoned would be handy on a wheel chair.
Inevitably, there had to be a race. A quarter mile stretch on a back country road was agreed on as a sprint course. We lined up side by side. It took Neville several minutes to get “the monster” fired up. When he did, however, every bird and animal within a radius of several miles took fright at the horrendous noise. Only those creatures that were either deaf or under water remained unaffected. It was one of those times a platypus is at a distinct advantage. Neville wound down his window and yelled above the noise. “Just as well you’ll never get in front of me ‘cause that fucking toy might get sucked up into one of my carbies and blown out the exhaust like a small fart.” He screeched with laughter at his own joke.
I said nothing. Instead I built up the revs on the Cooper to around six and a half thousand. The engine screamed. Not to be outdone, Neville took the V8 to maximum revs. The big vehicle shock and rocked with pent up power. We looked to the starter. There was no hope of hearing his call of “ready, set, go.” The roar of the engines was deafening. The best we could hope for was to read his lips and wait for his arm to come down to declare “Go!” I watched as he sounded out “Ready!” I revved the engine even harder. Neville did the same. When he mouthed “Set!” the big Ford began to surge in an effort to break loose. I quickly dropped the revs on the Cooper back to two and a half thousand.
Then the arm fell, and it was “Go!”.
In a plume of blue smoke and the stench of burning rubber the big Ford sat virtually motionless as it tore up the road pavement in a brutal struggle to break through a few of the fundamentals of physics that govern motion. Conversely, I eased the clutch out on the Cooper and I glided off the start line without even the slightest wheel spin, gradually building speed till we hit the finish line – first! As I crossed to claim victory my rear view mirror was packed with the sight of “the monster” Ford as it fish-tailed its way down the road a good hundred yards behind. It seems Neville had forgotten the story of the hare and the tortoise.
I joyously refused his subsequent and frustrated challenge to race me over a ten mile stretch. “Mate, if I can do that to you over a quarter mile just imagine your embarrassment over ten miles.”
He did eventually see the funny side – eventually!
The only other occasion on which I had the last laugh on Neville was through pure happenstance. It was in the reflective period leading up to my induction into the Army which induced a personal need to revisit my country roots, if only for a few days. The beautiful farm which Neville managed on the east coast of Tasmania was the ideal setting for such introspection.
At dusk on the first day, we hopped on a trail bike and headed for the bush – Neville at the helm and me perched precariously on the pillion seat with a battery pack and spot light in a bag on my back. At that stage in my life, I loved hunting. Today, like many others in the twilight of their years, I now find the sport difficult to defend. Over the passing years, I have developed a deep respect for life of all descriptions as my own mortality becomes increasingly apparent. And my youthful love of firearms dissipated during my term in Vietnam. After two years of military service I decided never to fire another weapon as long as I lived.
After the hunt and on our way home, Neville asked if I had ever ridden a trail bike before. When I said “No” he insisted that I take the rider’s seat and with a few brief instructions we were jerkingly on our way. Things were running smoothly until we hit a small ditch – yes, another one! As the front wheel dug into the ditch wall, we were both propelled forward, Neville falling heavily against my back, which in turn pushed me further forward. The wrist of my right hand, which rigidly grasped the throttle, was twisted down by the transfer of weight. Suddenly we were at full throttle. The bike, its back wheel gripping and tearing at the ground under full power, came up out of the ditch like some sort of missile. It flew into the air. So did we!
Neville landed first – possibly because of the weight of the battery pack. I landed on top of him and the bike landed on top of me. It hurt like hell but bloody oath it was funny. We simultaneously cursed, howled in pain and hooted with laughter. The absurdity of it all was much funnier than the hurt from battered limbs. We limped and hobbled back to the farm house our shared mocking and ridicule mixed with shrieks of laughter audible for miles around.
Jan was a typical farmer’s wife – solid, competent and hard working. While Neville ran the farm, his authority stopped at the back door of the farm house. It was Jan who controlled and managed the household.
“What have you too bloody idiots been up too?” she asked as we struggled into the kitchen clutching one another for support. “And Neville what the hell have you got on your new overalls. I only bought those last week for God’s sake. Look at them. You’ve got stains all over your butt.”
“Ah, it’s only petrol,” declared Neville as he brushed at the stains. “It’ll all come out in the wash Darl.”
“Don’t you bloody ‘darl’ me,” she said. “Go in by the fire and I’ll get some supper.”
Like so many farmers’ wives, Jan was an outstanding cook. And she knew I had a weakness for lamingtons. They came out piled high on a silver platter. There were large tea cups to match, steaming with a fresh brew. We laughed and laughed as we recalled the “space journey” as Neville dubbed it.
Finally, when the story was exhausted, the lamos consumed and the tea cups drained, Neville declared it was time for a “shepherd’s supper” which, for the uninitiated, is an outside piss and a good look around. He stood up to leave, when to our collective amazement, his new overalls disintegrated before our very eyes. Small tufts of fabric fell to the floor like the stuffing from a busted pillow. He was left standing there, the top half of his overalls in tact while below the waist he was exposed right down to a pair of bright red undies and a couple of very white, very skinny legs. I thought I would explode.
It was not petrol that had stained his overalls but battery acid. Only Jan failed to see the funny side.
Many years later, on the 28th April, 1996, Neville and Jan, having established their own wildlife park on Tasmania’s east coast, were visiting Tasmania’s biggest tourist attraction Port Arthur with the expectation of gathering ideas on how they might improve their own tourist attraction.
That was the day madman Martin Bryant went on a killing spree, murdering 35 innocent people and wounding another 21.
Neville and Jan were in the car park when Bryant moved from the Broad Arrow Café to continue his slaughter. He shot Jan in the back. She lay on the ground mortally wounded. Bryant continued to kill as Neville and many others scrambled to escape. When the killer eventually moved on, Neville returned to find Jan clinging to life. Unfortunately Bryant also returned. He shot Jan a second time in the back and pursued Neville onto a nearby tourist bus. As he stood over Neville who tried to hide between seats Bryant said: “No one gets away from me.” He aimed to shoot Neville in the head.
I believe it was Neville’s innate sixth sense that told him when Bryant was about to pull the trigger. He dodged at the critical moment. The bullet struck him in the neck. Bryant left him for dead. Neville crawled from the bus to where Jan lay. She died in his arms.
25.11.13 6:36 am
“About six years ago, President George W. Bush was delivering a speech at a G8
summit, when, made impatient by the process of translation, he interrupted
his German interpreter: ‘Everybody speaks English, right?’ …” – Linda Jaivin,
Whether we’re aware of it or not, we spend much of our time in this globalised
world in the act of translation. Language is a big part of it, of course, as anyone
who has fumbled with a phrasebook in a foreign country will know, but behind
language is something far more challenging to translate: culture. As a traveller,
a mistranslation might land you a bowl of who-knows-what when you think
you asked for noodles, and mistranslations in international politics can be a
few steps from serious trouble. But translation is also a way of entering new
and exciting worlds, and forging links that never before existed.
Linda Jaivin has been translating from Chinese for more than thirty years.
While her specialty is subtitles, she has also translated song lyrics, poetry and
fiction, and interpreted for ABC film crews, Chinese artists and even the English
singer Billy Bragg as he gave his take on socialism to some Beijing rockers.
In Found in Translation she reveals the work of the translator and
considers whether different worldviews can be bridged. She pays special
attention to China and the English-speaking West, Australia in particular, but
also discusses French, Japanese and even the odd phrase of Maori. This is a
free-ranging essay, personal and informed, about translation in its narrowest
and broadest senses, and the prism – occasionally prison – of culture.
Linda Jaivin is the author of novels, stories, plays and
essays. Her books include Eat Me, The Monkey and the
Dragon and A Most Immoral Woman. In 1992, she co-edited
the acclaimed anthology of translations from the Chinese,
New Ghosts, Old Dreams: Chinese Rebel Voices. She has
translated chapters of Sang Ye’s China Candid and done the
subtitles for such landmark Chinese films as Chen Kaige’s
Farewell My Concubine, Tian Zhuang-zhuang’s Blue Kite and
Zhang Yimou’s Hero. Linda was born in Connecticut, but has lived in Australia
for more than twenty years now. She is a regular visitor to China.
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23.11.13 7:22 am
Clare Wright has only been to Tasmania once but she had a wonderful time and wonders to herself why she hasn’t visited more often planning to put that to ‘w-rights’(pardon the pun) by returning next year.
It’s thrilling to speak to Clare, as she looks at Tasmania from the approach of an historian, and sees in Tasmania, history co-existing alongside modernity in an easy balance. Whereas in other parts of Australia colonial history has been lost, Tasmania has, seemingly to Clare, remained in a time capsule. She says that walking around Tasmania with so many of its colonial buildings still in existence allows you imagine what it was like to live in Australia in a time long ago. The waterfront particularly is alive with the industry of the past.
Clare’s visit to Tasmania she says, was an evocative experience and she was pleasantly surprised by the lack of regulation afforded when she camped here with her children and also, the maturity of the powers that be, that saw them relax regulations on visitors.
The idea of regulation is visited however in Clare’s book ‘The Forgotten Rebels of Eureka’ she brings to light the story of the courageous female participants of Eureka, at the camp, working on the diggings as independent women sometimes ironically dressed as men, and as wives of the miners. It is in fact documented that one woman was killed in the rebellion.
The Tasmanian influence is documented with stories of women like Anastasia Withers, clearly nothing like her name which suggests a more fragile countenance. Instead Ms Withers was a Tasmanian of British extraction who was one of those responsible for sewing the Eureka flag.
Other stand outs are women like the entrepreneurial Sarah Hamner, a theatre manager who allowed her theatre, The Aldelphi, to be used for diggers meetings as they planned their rebellion and it was even sword props from her theatre that were used by the rebels.
There is an independence in woman like Sarah Hamner, where life on the Goldfields was a liberating time, as it was for a young lady like Harriet, who by cross dressing was able to be part of the digging and not be constricted by her femininity. For other woman, wives of the miners it was a hard slog especially those who were pregnant, because of lack of nutrition and medical care there was very high maternal mortality.
The Goldfields offered very little in terms of services and lack of rights together with the ‘oppressive’ licence festered rebellion
It was another courageous woman of the goldfield Catherine Bentley who gave Clare the desire to continue her research into the role of women at Eureka..
In fact she calls herself ‘an obsessive stalker’ of the Irish protestant,who immigrated to Australia with her sister, both girls married quite quickly and first make an appearance in Clare’s previous book ‘Beyond the ladies lounge’.
It was James Bentley, Catherine’s husband that obtained the first alcohol licence in June 1854.
The hotel was an elaborate structure was fashioned with ‘a vermilion gold bar’ and would be destroyed in a fire when the Scottish miner James Scobie was murdered. We know what it looked like because of the inventory made after its destruction, we know it contained band instruments, a bowling alley and stables.
In the frenetic aftermath of the murder of James Scobie Catherine is described as’ floating’ from the second floor, pregnant at the time, into the arms of the crowd below which further illustrates her courageousness and superhero qualities. After being exonerated from involvement in the murder of James Scobie she sought compensation for many years.
It’s important to remember Eureka wasn’t an entirely masculine movement but evolved from a ‘community of men, woman and children’ and that the fearless female faction was a strong and resilient one. An interesting example is how one woman hid a rebel miner under her skirts, perhaps illustrating the sheltering aspect of women as well as their warrior wisdom.
‘The Forgotten Rebels of Eureka’ by Clare Wright is out now published by Text Publishing.
Australian Society of Authors
21.11.13 10:00 am
Authors will be disappointed to learn that a judge in the US has held that, despite a prima facie copyright infringement by Google in what is known as the Google Books Project, the digitisation of millions of books without reference to copyright owners or creators was nevertheless an instance of ‘fair use’ under US copyright law. The US Authors Guild intends to appeal this decision (http://www.authorsguild.org).
The ASA believes the latest judgement, issued by Judge Denny Chin of the US District Court, skirts around at least two primary principles in copyright – of property and of ownership – and may have impacts beyond the US.
In asserting that the American ‘fair use’ doctrine permits the use of copyright works “to fulfil copyright’s very purpose, ‘to promote the progress of Science and the useful Arts,’” Judge Chin only tells half the story of copyright. We do not believe that it is possible to speak of ends in copyright without reference to the needs of those who create copyright work, or their rights to control this work.
The danger of the decision in the Australian context is that proponents of ‘fair use’, currently trying to persuade the ALRC to rebalance the Australian Copyright Act in favour of ‘users’, will seize upon this partial approach to copyright to suit their own interests and diminish the purpose and value of the Act for creators.
New Bill no fair go for authors
The ASA’s Executive Director, Angelo Loukakis, has submitted a letter to the Australian Government in response to the ‘Fair go for fair use’ Bill 2013. The Australian Society of Authors is vigorously opposed to the copyright law revision proposed by Scott Ludlam of the Greens. For literary creators, this attempt to rework the Act has potentially damaging consequences for Australia’s literary culture and educational practices.
In focusing on the removal of ‘access control’ measures (for the apparent purpose of reducing the exposure of ISPs and users of ISPs to copyright breach claims), and in renaming universities as ‘service providers’ (so as to deflect responsibility for infringement), the Bill ignores the need to maintain an adequate safety and protection regime for literary creators and owners of copyright material.
Allowing for more ‘free’ use on a supposedly ‘fair use’ basis will particularly exacerbate an already poor remunerative situation for authors and other practitioners.
You can read the full letter at http://www.asauthors.org
The Hobart Bookshop
21.11.13 9:44 am
Gorgonzola Moon is a collection of short stores and flash poetry by Molly Guy.
When: 5.30pm Monday 9th December
Where: the Hobart Bookshop
Chessboard Of Destiny by Eugenia Williams is a thriller integrating some World War 2 history.
When: 5.30pm Tuesday10th December
Where: The Hobart Bookshop
All welcome to these free events.
The Hobart Bookshop
22 Salamanca Square
Hobart Tasmania 7000
ph 03 6223 1803 | fax 03 6223 1804
Paul Arnott, Acorn Press
20.11.13 9:24 am
Download our 2013 Acorn Press Summer Catalogue.
Books can be ordered via our website at http://www.acornpress.net.au or by calling Bev on 03 9383 1266.
Scott Eathorne Quikmark Media
19.11.13 5:50 pm
Melbournestyle presents two stunning new hardcover books from renowned artist & author Maree Coote. The fully revised & updated 4th edition of The Melbourne Book: A History of Now shares the unique story of the world’s most liveable city – exploring its style, its people and its vivid past, with a collection of interviews and over 700 colour photographs. Alphabet City Melbourne is a gorgeously designed educational picture book that helps parents teach littlies the alphabet through shapes and letters photographed around the city. More information on both new releases are highlighted below:
The Melbourne Book: A History of Now (4th Edition)
Fully revised and updated, The Melbourne Book: A History of Now is a living, modern chronicle of a unique city with an eye for the everyday and for the extraordinary. Maree Coote adds new tales to this much-loved collection of stories from Melbourne’s past and present, including the stories of Germaine Greer, Barry Humphries, Dan Sultan, Eddie Perfect, Molly Meldrum, TV ‘King’ Graham Kennedy and Dame Edna Everage. Uncover the real story of Melbourne’s politics and personality, the updated facts about footy and fashion, horse-racing and the notoriously changeable weather. Step inside grand landmarks and favourite places, from the Manchester Unity Building to the Parliamentary Library, and the Zoo. The perfect gift for Melburnians, Australian history fans & travellers.
Alphabet City Melbourne
Teach your littlies the letters of the alphabet and sharpen their observational skills as they learn to discern shapes and letter forms in marvellous Melbourne. Alphabet City is fun, educational, informative and lovingly local. Suitable for Infants to 5 yrs. Website available at http://www.alphabet-city.com.au.
Melbournestyle is a celebration of Melbourne, founded in 1994 by husband and wife team Maree Coote and Lex Ridgeway, with the launch of their first collection: The Melbourne Cups & Saucers. In 2003 the duo added an independent publishing company and imprint, Melbournestyle Books. In 2006 the Melbournestyle gallery and retail concept store was opened in South Melbourne, to provide a design base and showcase for other Melbourne designers and artists and artisans.
About Maree Coote
Maree Coote is a writer, designer, illustrator, photographer and publisher. She has enjoyed an award-winning career in advertising and understands Melbourne’s unique advantage well. Her many creative passions converge in her studies of Melbourne’s history, which is the focus of her work in object design and in publishing over the past ten years. Recently published books include When you go to Melbourne and the award-winning The Art of Being Melbourne.
19.11.13 5:52 am
Some people would say that poetry is a dead art. Reality says otherwise. It has been my experience that we are drowning in poetry, even if not all of it is top notch. Song lyrics, advertising jingles, nursery rhymes, poetry is everywhere.
There is a lively poetry circle developing in Hobart. Silver Words is a group that meets fortnightly at Frankie’s Empire cafe. It has been six months since the first public event. In that time Adonis Storr, MC, compere and proverbial oily rag organiser of Silver Words, has created a network of rappers and ranters, poets and spoken word artists. Singers without instruments.
I have been involved for many years with poetry form. Reading poems on Saturday afternoons in coffee shops in Woolloongabba, in various bars and hotels on dark rainy evenings, in abandoned factories or graffiti scrawled alleys. I was once asked “What did I want?” Being young and scruffy I replied with some sort of glib irony which meant very little. I have given this question much thought. Now that I am older, scruffier and grayer I have the answer for me. I want to meet people and have interesting conversations. Silver Words is one such avenue.
Since moving to Hobart a few years back I have made contacts, gone to various poetry events. Workshops, readings, and the like. I had fun, but felt the need for a more spontaneous poetry scene. With more young people, challenging my middle aged thoughts. For to me the gaol of argument, is not to win, but rather to learn and to challenge my thinking.
Uneasily I went to my first Silver Words event. One never knows how these things will go, they could be fun and full of energy, they could just as easily be dull, lifeless affairs. I was pleased to see that Silver Words is not a formated poetry slam. Personally I do not like poetry slams. To me reading in front of a crowd of strangers is victory enough. Silver Words is more a circle of friends who take turns reading not only their own poems, but poems of others. The first piece heard was someone reading “The Man From Snowy River.” As I live out of town I often car pool with some pals who live nearby, even though we knew no one we were made to feel welcome.
Spoken word is the ground of all art. Spoken word is a fragile and vulnerable, and at the same time, resilient and deathless, art form. We can see the form is growing and thriving on a global scale. This is, I believe, because of the ubiquitous nature of poetry. I would hazard to guess that the majority of people have written a poem or two in their life. To turn this internal, personal art form into performance requires a certain amount of nakedness. Musicians have their instruments to protect them, singers can use a microphone stand like a cricket player would use their bat, fending off the more hostile deliveries sent their way. At events like Silver Words there is nothing between the audience and maker than the incessant jostling of atoms.
Fluidity is the strength and weakness of the open mic format. Spoken word forces spontaneity, an exposing without any supports. The words are spoken and heard in the same moment and then gone, sallowed the infinite void. Too often we are merely entertained, passively feeding off the crumbs of others. Open mic allows for impromptu interactions. On more than one occasion I have seen people jot down words and images during a performance, jumping up to share a shiny new, soon to be forgotten, poem. Intimate venues like Silver Words allows artists to gain confidence. The open mic format is a democratic form, and anyone who wants can get up and speak. This may equally open a door to discovery, or a door to trite banality. But the journey would not be a journey without some bumps.
This is not to say that all performers are chaotic and improvised. Many performers have been tempered by slams. Some performers memorise their work, and with voice and motion bring words to life. As much an actor or dancer as a poet. While Silver Words is not a poetry slam, they did host the recent Hobart Heat of the National SLAM. One of the performers on that evening, Karina Castan, went on to represent Tasmania in the national slam finals held at the Sydney Opera House. Another member of the group, Young Dawkins, is MC for the BBC poetry slam at the Edinburgh Festival. Silver Words has also encouraged many emerging poets to take their first forays into spoken word.
Plans are afoot to broaden and extend this group. In the meantime come along and see, or even take part in, the 6th month anniversary event on November 22 at Frankie’s Empire, 129 Elizabeth St. The fun starts at 7:00. Visit and like the Silver Words Facebook page - https://www.facebook.com/thesilverwords/photos_stream - for more information.
FableCroft Publishing, http://fablecroft.com.au/
18.11.13 5:52 pm
Tasmanian speculative fiction literature is in abundance this month with the release of two new books from local press, FableCroft Publishing.
Scottsdale author Dirk Flinthart’s first novel, Path of Night, was released to five-star Amazon reviews in early November.
Path of Night is the first in the Night Beast series of novels, supernatural thrillers set in Australia and reflecting a uniquely Australian language and sense of humour. “That was the best part of working with Fablecroft,” said Flinthart. “I didn’t have to struggle to convince the editor to keep the Australian content and tone. There are plenty of American and British thrillers out there already. I think people will enjoy reading something just a little bit different.
“I’ve had plenty of stories published before, but this is my first full-length novel in print,” said Flinthart, “There’s something really special about seeing your book for the first time, and the cover makes it looks absolutely fantastic. It was great to work with Scottsdale-based graphic designer Adam Branch on that, and with Launceston-based editor Tehani Wessely on the book itself. The end result is everything I’d hoped for.”
At the other end of the state, well-established Hobart fantasy author Tansy Rayner Roberts (who also writes crime novels under the name Livia Day) is delighted to see Ink Black Magic, the final of her comic fantasy Mocklore Chronicles trilogy, released into the world. The Mocklore series began in 1998 with the publication of Splashdance Silver, after it won the George Turner Prize for an unpublished manuscript. The sequel, Liquid Gold, was released in 1999, but it is only now that Ink Black Magic has completed the series.
Roberts says, “Ink Black Magic was intended to be a new start for my Mocklore Chronicles – it was written for new readers as much as old. If comic fantasy with pirates, witches and chaotic magic sounds like fun to you, you can enjoy Ink Black Magic as a standalone novel. That said, the first two Mocklore books are now available from FableCroft as ebooks, so you can read them all!”
Ink Black Magic boasts a striking cover by artist and designer Tania Walker, a former Disney animator turned freelance illustrator based in Hobart.
“You probably couldn’t get two more different books,” said publisher Tehani Wessely. “Tansy’s book is great fun to read, and full of high fantasy tropes being subverted in the humour – I think fans of Terry Pratchett would really enjoy Ink Black Magic. Dirk’s novel is much grittier and definitely more adult, although there is humour as well, in a dark sort of way and the action really draws you in. It’s a bit like something Dean Koontz might write, but with a strong sense of an Australian time and place.”
Path of Night and Ink Black Magic are the first original novels to be released by Fablecroft Publishing, previously noted for their multi-award nominated Australian science fiction and fantasy short story collections. FableCroft books are available in print and ebook from your favourite bookseller or directly from the publisher [ http://fablecroft.com.au/ ].
18.11.13 3:45 am
Crowded subway, rush hour,
we automatons boarded, pushing,
uncertain which platform or which train
we were on, presuming this one
was probably better than none.
We stopped at five stations and then
the announcement came through.
‘This train terminates at the next stop.
to change your line.’
We studied each other’s faces
without enlightenment. The guard,
besieged by passengers
asking what was going on, explained
‘This is the Bookline train.’
‘Bookline?’ we asked. ‘Yes.
This line has run out of steam.’
He told us about the new Online.
We knew they’d been building for years
and now we knew what.
‘Yes,’ the guard said,
patting a guy with a pad,
‘He’s got it. Come on over.
Kindle a flame: no need
to book on the new line.”
17.11.13 6:05 am
Irish novelist John Connolly was in Tasmania recently to speak at Kingston Library. Somehow fitting, this Irish crime writer with an eye for detail should visit Kingston library, the place once visited by another kind of investigator Scottish botanist and microscope pioneer Robert Brown. John is visiting Tasmania for the first time and I had the chance to catch up with him for a chat while he was literally exploring the state.
John is not at all like the Connolly clan name meaning ie ‘fierce as a hound’ ,instead he is a charming individual, softly spoken and generous with his time. He’s also awarded kudos for his interest in Tasmania. When I talk to him he has his tour guide book in hand and is taking to Tassie’s roads.
A fantastic thing about John is his determination to explore and learn about each place he visits,mind you if he does a lot of that on his first visit he may not be so detailed next time! But in saying that hopefully,there are going to be return visits.
John is keen is interested in the convict heritage of Van Diemen’s Land and also the conversation invariably turns to MONA and John’s surprise that such a world class place is here, the so called ‘end of the earth’ rather than in San Francisco or Barcelona. Yet it’s very placement illustrates its great tourism potential.
John’s books are eclectic, he is a crime writer that also writes teen fiction and it is in fact his latest novel in the adventures of the Samuel Johnson series, ‘The Creeps’ that he is in Tasmania to talk about. It is fantastical but also contains a wonderful story of a human and non-human friendship that stands not just the test of time but eternity.
Today’s books for teens are especially marketed for the age group which is a long way from what John read as a child, when there was a lack of speciality market of books for children, and instead children read adult books. He remembers one of his favourites being ‘The Dirty Dozen’ a boy’s book, while girls found their equivalent rite of passage in reading Shirley Conran.
The fantastical or rather the supernatural informs some of John’s crime fiction and it has unduly garnered him some flak from crime writing purists that prefer the practicalities of crime solving without a supernatural influence, John’s aim is to explore the idea of this world’s law with the idea of next world justice.
Commenting on the venue for his talk John said that he believes e - books can co-exist with the old fashioned kind and that now, a library, just like a museum like MONA,is a public art space that enriches us in many ways and is much more than just a place to borrow books.
Just as we end our conversation I remark to John that he is delightful conversation company. John quips ‘another one fooled’ but I’m not fooled at all by this gentle gentleman who just happens to write powerful crime fiction.
John’s new book ‘The Creeps’ is out now published by Hachette Australia.
15.11.13 10:30 am
RRP $19.99 • 304 pages
November 2013 Release
Also available as an ebook
‘the nation’s most prophetic economist’—Ross Gittins
‘a must-read for anyone concerned with the economic and social future of
‘a brilliant guide to the future of the Australian economy’—Max Corden
The Dog Days are on their way, so says Ross Garnaut, one of Australia’s most
Australians have just lived through a period of exceptional prosperity but are we
ready for the challenges we face after the boom?’
In Dog Days, Garnaut explains how we got here, what we can expect next and the
tough choices we need to make to survive the new economic conditions. Are we
clever enough – and our leaders courageous enough – to change what needs to be
changed and preserve a fair and prosperous Australia?
This is a book about the future by a leading adviser to government and business,
someone with a proven record of seeing where the nation is going. Both forecast
and analysis, it heralds a new era for Australia after the boom.
Friday 15 November 2013, 10.30 am
Launched in Canberra by
The Hon. Malcolm Turnbull, MP on
Friday 15 November
Launched in Melbourne by
former federal finance minister
Lindsay Tanner on Wednesday 20
Dog Days: Australia After the Boom by Ross Garnaut is the third book in the Redback series.
Others in the series include Battlers & Billionaires by Andrew Leigh and Why We Argue About
Climate Change by Eric Knight. The next in the series ANZAC’s Long Shadow: The Cost of
Our National Obsession by James Brown is due out in February 2014.
Ross Garnaut <i>is one of Australia’s leading economists. He is
Vice-Chancellor’s Fellow and Professorial Research Fellow in
Economics at the University of Melbourne and Distinguished
Professor of Economics at the Australian National University.
He was a key economic adviser to the reforming Hawke
government. Garnaut has held senior roles in government and
business, including as Australian Ambassador to China and
author of the Garnaut Climate Change Review.
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Sharon Evans Big Sky Publishing - Marketing & Communications, http://www.bigskypublishing.com.au
14.11.13 7:20 am
... 92 year-old WW2 veteran’s thought-provoking futuristic thriller about climate change
Drought, Bush fires, typhoons - climate change is on the top 10 List of topics most discussed and with all the potential to ruin a dinner party ... Charles Granquist on his new book ‘Until the Little Bird Sings’ is the great dinner table divider.
It’s a little unexpected that a 92 year-old WW2 veteran’s first fiction title would be on climate change however author Charles Granquist own experiences as a POW in Germany and upbringing on a farm ‘way back when’, creates a totally credible scenario to surviving climate change.
<i>Aussie author Charles Granquist spent nearly four years as a Prisoner of War in Europe and orchestrated a remarkable five escape attempts. Now 92 years-old Until the Little Bird Sings (Big Sky Publishing, $14.99) is his first fiction book; a well-paced futuristic book that deals with the looming concern of climate change.
In Until the Little Bird Sings it’s 2020 and climate change isn’t just dinner table conversation but a reality! And in a future where survival is based upon ‘going old school’ Granquist’s own experiences as a POW in Germany and upbringing on a farm over 80years ago in the Blue Mountains, a time when sustainable living wasn’t a catch phrase but everyday life, provides a very real perspective on surviving climate change.
In 2020, Sydney, the Dean family have seen the writing on the wall – temperatures are rising, sea levels are rising and severe drought are regular occurrences as global warming increases its grip on the planet. In a chillingly credible scenario this thoroughly engaging book follows the Dean family as the move away from a society on the brink of destruction and create their own self-sufficient haven. The Dean families future relies on their ability to learn from the past.
A thoroughly engaging book, prompting the question – what would you do in the same situation – and what should we be doing now!
About the Author
Charles Granquists first book A Long Way Home recounts his POW experiences in Germany – five escape attempts, recapture and 196 days of solitary confinement - before his eventual return home and his return to Australia. His was the generation which grew up in the depression, then fought through a six-year global conflict and then had to build much of Australia. Charles is ‘quick as a whip’ and his approach to life is built on respect and enjoying life. He lives in Port Macquarie and continues to travel and keep his children – and his publisher – on their toes. A truly wonderful gentleman.
Allen & Unwin
14.11.13 5:28 am
Michael Leunig, cartoonist extraordinaire and philosopher loves Tasmania, he finds it ‘enchanting, and ‘with a unique flavour’ and singles out the ‘beautiful air, the human scale and the influence of the natural world that give it it’s unique identity’.
As an artist he is also an admirer of MONA and it’s world wide focus, illustrated by his encounter with some Bostonians when he visited. He found watching the crowd fascinating and the cafeteria a peaceful place. He agrees the conception of MONA was a ‘bold stroke’. You could also say that Michael himself has created his own characters with a bold stroke. His ‘Holy Fool’ (A non-conformist either because of his ‘mental disposition’ or because he chooses not to conform, but for all this has ‘a compensating divine blessing or inspiration’) gives his name to Michael’s latest book. As well as the Holy Fool for those familiar with his work, there is of course the duck!
Our talk turns the duck because of his sheer prominence in Michael’s work. Michael explains to me that ducks first appeared because he simply liked them and ‘a duck is a playful creature without hostility’ although later enlightenment told him perhaps there was subconsciously something more in his representation of these creatures.
Over time he has learned that in Thailand one of the many meanings of the word ‘duck’ is ‘clever’. Michael also points to the divinity and innocence about them. This idea of innocence is also prevalent in Michael’s thoughts and work as he explains we have forgotten how to be awake to childhood innocence and nature.
This shared innocence between children and ducks is illustrated in German Mythology an example being the fairytale of ‘Hansel and Gretel’ where the duck is a creature that helps the children through the forest when they are abandoned there. Interestingly, Michael says he was told the duck also has a hieroglyphic in Egyptian mythology.
In addition, the duck is a creature that walks on the ground, swims in water and can also take to the skies, in doing the latter it becomes a bridge between this world and the spirit one and so becomes a powerful symbol of spirituality.
During our philosophising I ask Michael about his thoughts on Morris Gleitzman’s idea of the magic spaces where author/creator meets the reader with the life experiences the reader/observer brings to a work of art and their interpretation of it. Michael says he welcomes his readers to interpret how they will but that sometimes it is not necessary to know.
One cartoon in his book pictures two figures, perhaps a father and son watching a beauty of nature on the television, an identical image replicated outside their window. Whether this cartoon is telling us that we are displacing nature for technology or whether it is commenting on the blissful ignorance or innocence of his characters and that perhaps we don’t really need to see the whole picture but be content to that which is transmitted to us. It’s enough that the world makes us ponder.
Michael enhances this idea in his talk of ‘the rich spaces’ alive with possibilities in the ‘negative capability’ and how in not knowing there can be joyous mystery. We ,however neglect this life of the spirit. Michael is enthused by life and sees it as ‘a rich blessing and a rich mystery’ of which art is a love offering.
The cartoons in this book certainly are a love offering.
Michael’s latest book collection ‘Holy Fool’ is out now published by Allen & Unwin.
What the Media Release says ...
Filled with his trademark lunacy, poignancy and arrow-to-the-heart wisdom, Holy Fool is a collection of more than 240 artworks by Australia’s most admired cartoonist.
At the heart of Michael Leunig’s work lies the idea of the holy fool — a character who does not conform to social norms of behaviour because of peculiar mental disposition or as a deliberate choice , but is regarded as having a compensating divine blessing or inspiration. It could be said that the holy fool is the protagonist in most of Michael’s paintings and cartoons.
As wonderful as his cartoons are, in Holy Fool we see so much more of the artistic expression of Michael Leunig — from drawings and paintings to prints and sculpture, collected together for the first time. Holy Fool is a must-have volume for the legion of art lovers and Leunig fans.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Michael Leunig is an Australian cartoonist, writer, painter, philosopher and poet. His commentary on political, cultural and emotional life, which spans more than forty years, has often explored the idea of an innocent and sacred personal world. The fragile ecosystem of human nature and its relationship to the wider natural world is a related and recurrent theme. His newspaper work appears regularly in the Melbourne Age and The Sydney Morning Herald. Leunig describes his approach as regressive, humorous, messy, mystical, primal and vaudevillian — producing work that is open to many interpretations. It has been widely adapted in education, music, theatre, psychotherapy and spiritual life.
PUBLISHED: November 2013
IMPRINT: Allen & Unwin
13.11.13 10:37 am
The name Jamie means supplanter, to replace something, in Jamie Durie’s case its a matter of replacing our conception of a garden and in a broader sense seeing it as both an aesthetic pleasure and a place to nourish and sustain us physically in providing the mainstay of our nutritional needs. However, rather than supplanting our view of a garden as a place to grow plants, flowers, fruits and vegetables he wants us to consider this on a grander scale, and to make our garden our second home. He wants us to literally turn our house inside out and have comfortable seating and tables and even a bath! outside.
Jamie Durie is on a mission to help us get healthier, protect the environment, throw out the pesticides and poisons and even improve family relationships and it all starts and grows in the garden!, the edible garden that is.
Jamie was in Tasmania recently to launch his 10th book ’ Edible Garden Design’ and we caught up for a chat.
’ Edible Garden Design’ focuses on how to marry the ornamental features of a garden to sustain our aesthetic senses and needs with its ability to provide food to physically sustain us.
The process is all about mixing and matching the colour, texture and shapes to create that aesthetic while at the same time providing nourishing foods. Jamie says, for instance parsley, provides lovely borders in gardens as does rosemary and beetroot.
One of the aims of the book is to de condition us from seeing the vegetable patch as just a vegetable patch of the edible instead embellishing it with the ornamental to nourish our spirits.
And now with so many great chefs in Australia and health and fitness experts there is a massive groundswell towards the organic such as ‘Edible Garden Design’ professes.
Providing less expensive, fresh pesticide free and package free.
Jamie says he drives his staff mad sometimes as he always on the lookout for new ideas to incorporate into his designs.
One of these ideas from the edible garden is the products it produces that can be used for unique gifts.
I ask what Jamie would do for a gift from his own garden and he’s full of ideas around creating home-grown meaningful gifts like a sprig of rosemary in olive oil, a chutney tomato recipe from his mum and a gift he gave to a friend of lemon grass stalks in vodka.
It’s not just the edible products of the garden that Jamie concerns himself with but other aspects such as the furniture! Jamie has been involved in making furniture in Italy where he incorporates nature into his designs to bring the outside inside and outside again to create a living area in the garden.
Jamie will be back in Hobart to promote an organic skin care range to be available in Priceline and Terry White pharmacies.
And if that is not enough diversity to demonstrate Jamie’s Renaissance man status Jamie also has a plethora of shows on Foxtel including ‘The Outdoor Room’ and ‘The Apartment’.
Jamie hopes his latest book will inspire those who are house proud to embrace his ideas of design.
Jamie’s book ‘Edible Garden Design’ is out now published by Penguin.
You can read more about Jamie and his book here
The Hobart Bookshop
12.11.13 6:27 am
The Hobart Bookshop is delighted to invite you to an event with eminent Australian historian David Day.
Day’s latest book is Flaws in the Ice: In Seach of Douglas Mawson examines new evidence challenging the myth of Mawson. From the Penguin Books website: http://www.penguin.com.au/products/9781922070746/flaws-ice-search-douglas-mawson
For many decades, there has been only one published, first-hand account of the expedition - the one written and orchestrated by Mawson himself. Only recently have alternative accounts become publicly available. The most important of these is the long-suppressed diary of Mawson’s deputy, Cecil Madigan, who is scathing in his criticisms of Mawson’s abilities, achievements, and character. At the same time, other accounts have appeared from leading members of the expedition that also challenge Mawson’s official story.
When: 5.30pm Tuesday December 3
Where: The Hobart Bookshop
Free event, all welcome.
For more information on this and other upcoming launches, please visit our website: http://www.hobartbookshop.com.au/upcoming/
Sharon Evans Big Sky Publishing - Marketing & Communications, http://www.bigskypublishing.com.au
06.11.13 1:36 pm
About the Author – Barry Stevens
Born in Nambour, Queensland and growing up on a farm in Beerwah author, soldier and explosives expert Barry
Stevens always had a fascination with explosives and weapons and his career ‘blowing things up’ began when he
joined the Australian Army as a young 20 year old. Barry’s army career spanned 22 years – with much of his time
spent in the Infantry Corps and ultimately his dream job in the Pioneers. This is where he learnt the craft of landmine
clearance, demolitions and unexploded ordnance disposal techniques. Barry was instrumental in designing the
Scorpion Landmine Clearance System.
Barry’s experience enabled him to correctly calculate the quantity and placement of explosives on any given target.
He even set up a charge once so small it sheared a rusted wheel stud and rusted nut off the hub off a truck without
damaging anything else. Alternatively he destroyed over 300 ton of captured ammunition in one blast in Iraq.
It was these qualifications and experience that led to his employment with the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers
Captured Enemy Ammunition (CEA) programme in Iraq and much later in charge of land mine clearance operation of
a huge minefield that extended the full length of the northern side of Kabul International Airport in Afghanistan.
Barry lives in Beerwah Queensland and is currently considering what do with the rest of his life post military and post
war work. Finding a job based in Australia that delivers the same adrenalin as his previously EOD positions might be
difficult however – Barry – has decided it’s time ‘this old soldier settles down to do a grown up’s job’.
Organisational Affiliations, Honors, Citations, Prizes, Appointments:
• 1983 Australian Service Medal / South East Asia
• 1989 Brigade Commanders Commendation Medal
• 1998 Divisional Commanders Commendation
• 2000 Australian Long Service Medal
• 2001 Infantry Combat Citation
• 2001 Australian Active Service Medal / East Timor Clasp
• 2001 United Nations Medal
• 2004 Outstanding Performance Award from the U.S. Corps of Engineers during EOD clearance operations in Iraq
• 2 separate Employer commendations for performance during operations in Iraq.
• 2006 Australian Defence Voluntary Service Medal
About the Book
After 22 years in the Army, there was nothing Craig Jackson (CJ)
didn’t know about the deadly craft of bomb detection and disposal.
He was the go-to guy for clearing an area of explosives. So when
he left the military, there was really no choice: his expertise was
rare, sought after, and potentially very lucrative. He’d long ago
learnt to put the danger to one side; now he loved the adrenaline
rush – the exhilaration – of the job, staying cool in the face of death,
outsmarting the murderous and wily bomb-makers.
Craig establishes his own landmine-clearance company, and is soon
catapulted into the thick of the war in Iraq, tasked with disposing
of Saddam Hussein’s massive array of bombs, ammunition and
weapons. This is Craig’s dream job: getting to play with hundreds
of thousands of tons of explosive ordnance, while also doing a bit
of good on the side.
Everything is going smoothly until a typical convoy sortie in the Iraqi
desert turns Craig’s world into a nightmare. Ambushed by a large,
well-armed and organised enemy force, Craig and his colleagues
are taken prisoner by Saddam’s henchmen. Thrust into a nether
world of pain and brutality, all of his thoughts and efforts become
focussed on one thing: staying alive. Disarming a bomb would soon
come to seem like child’s play, as Craig has to draw on every shred
of his mental and physical strength to endure the horrific daily
torture at the hands of his captors.
05.11.13 4:30 pm
Sunday 17th November at 4pm
Join us for a special presentation by Ray Martin in celebration of his new book Ray Martin’s World.
Ray will present a selection of his stunning photographs on the big screen, and recount some of the fasinating stories behind them.
The event includes a Q & A session and personalized signings.
All tickets are $8 and are available from the State Cinema box office.
Seats are limited.
<b>State Cinema Bookstore
373 Elizabeth Street
Ph: (03) 62346318
05.11.13 5:37 am
I was delighted to catch up with best-selling author Matthew Reilly last week, about his latest book ‘The Tournament’ and his upcoming visit to Tasmania.
I know that Matthew is a frequent visitor to Tasmania, he gets here about every 2 or 3 years promoting his books, but he’s also a fan of Barbougle Dunes golf course in Bridport on the north east coast of Tasmania and has played there 4 or 5 times with hopes to visit again. What especially appeals to him about Tasmania is it’s fresh air and the peace and solitude it affords.
Matthew admires Tasmania so much he even set one of his novels here, ‘The Hovercraft Racer’, the one that has been optioned by Walt Disney, no less. The novel employs Hobart in great detail and has a scene of a race revolving around the landmark of the Tasman Bridge.
Matthew’s latest novel ‘The Tournament” focuses on the early life of Elizabeth’s l and uses a now forgotten incident of history, a chess game in Constantinople to showcase the young princess’s prowess.
The novel follows Elizabeth’s visit there for the tournament with her teacher Roger Ascham,a figure rarely cited in historical texts apart from an infrequent footnote that Matthew embellishes with splendid brush-strokes.
In an example of Matthew’s insatiable curiosity the idea of including the character of Elizabeth’s teacher came about when Matthew was driving by a girls school in NSW called Ascham . He had always wondered about the name derivation and he decided to look it up, discovering the school was named for Elizabeth’s teacher who used ‘the art of gentle schooling’ in his teaching technique, and did so ‘extremely well’.
‘The Tournament’ is a novel of firsts in a couple or ways; it’s the first novel by Matthew to be written from the first person perspective and the first where he writes from the perspective of a young woman.
Matthew includes the shadow of the King Henry VIII in the novel, and shows how his enormous successful life shaped the life of his daughter, the future queen. Her experience of a friends dealings with men, Matthew hopes will explain why Elizabeth decided on the single life.
In the story, Matthew gives us an explanation garnered from his reading of Geraldine Brooks about the origin of burka wearing and why a Christian theologian describes girls as weeds!
There are also the delicious possibilities to consider of Michelangelo carving a chess set for use in the Constantinople tournament and Ivan the Terrible as a teenager, his proposals to Elizabeth and Elizabeth and Ascham’s delving into detective work! As always Matthew with his deft style gives us an imaginative history and fills in history’s gaps and possibly gasps wrapping them up in the entertaining vehicle of a novel.
Matthew’s next book will be set in the present day, a high tech novel set in China. In the meantime you can catch Matthew at his Tassie event presented by Dymocks and held at St Michaels Collegiate on the 18th of November at 6pm.
04.11.13 5:59 am
I am talking to Frances whiting the author of ‘Walking on Trampolines’ a suitably metaphorical look at the ups and downs of relationships. That even when we walk carefully we can be flung high and bounced low.
Frances, a former journalist has been to Tasmania ‘a couple of years ago’ where she did some interviews in Bicheno. Like many mainland visitors she comments to me on the unbelievably clean air and beautiful natural landscape.
Frances Whiting’s book is as she describes it, a surprising and layered book, and one could add unusual and unpredictable, in it’s depiction of relationships.
This is the story of the strengths of friendships that can survive hurt and a lesson on how to forgive because ‘you would miss more staying angry’.
The novel also shows that there can be platonic friendships between men and women even from a man that is very much a lady’s man, that he can, in a particular instance, learn to love a woman in a pure way. Her characters, the protagonist, Tallulah or Lulu and the platonic male friend Duncan, says Frances, are basically decent people.
The novel also examines the very fragile subject of mental illness but as Frances says it doesn’t look at it in a depressive way and seeks to show that a mental illness need not define the total whole of a person, demonstrating her character has many aspects in her trait of giving her dresses different female names.
The two friends Lulu and Annabelle (her name means favour, grace and loveable…and it seems the latter is correct) game of combing two words and making another original word, reminding us that a friendship is made up of sometimes two very different personalities but when they are true friends they fit together perfectly.
Frances is not averse to having her original and quirky novel turned into a movie(and it may well translate into a Tassie setting!) so lets hope Screen Tasmania might be reading this!
Perhaps the last word on the book is to repeat the phrase mentioned in the novel ‘”a garden in the pocket”, reminding us too, that we can carry beauty and delight wherever we go.
‘Walking on Trampolines’ is out now published by Macmillan Australia.
29.10.13 6:44 am
I was delighted when I heard Jackie Collins was in Australia and her publishers wanted her to talk with the Tasmanian Times.
It’s refreshing too, that for all Jackie’s moving in the world of the rich and famous there are no airs and graces, but instead a down to earth, genuinely interested in learning about the places she tours, strong and independent woman, that developed from the girl who once threw her school uniform into the Thames because school was not meeting her expectations.
Jackie loves Australia and Australians, she talks about the women being ‘smart and beautiful’ and the men ‘exciting, macho with a masculine vibe’. Jackie says the present parade of Aussie actors in the USA like the Hemsworths and Hugh Jackman are defined by their pleasantness as much as for their masculinity. In her new novel ‘Confessions of a wild child’ there is a cameo by an Aussie called ‘Jack’ that becomes one of the conquests of protagonist Lucky.
Jackie is eager to learn about Tasmania and about Errol Flynn, when I tell her that Tasmania is his birthplace, and she is definitely up for a visit when she returns to Australia . With her prolific writing ability, that could be in the not so distant future, and Jackie is already talking about sequels to her latest publishing sensation ‘Confessions of a wild child’ which charts the hitherto undiscovered history of one of her most famous heroines Lucky Santangelo. The book is a bridge between young adult fiction and adult fiction, in an area or genre, appropriately dubbed, ‘new adult fiction’.
Writing the teenage dialogue of Lucky was not hard for Jackie, being able to base it on her own reflections and the additional help of her God daughters as the novel navigates the rocky sailing of Lucky’s teenage years.
The books message is to believe in achieving your dreams and succeed against the odds! An inspirational message lived out by Jackie herself. Like Lucky, Jackie has made her own success and become a best selling novelist. Lucky, you will find has her own struggles to overcome parental control, to forge ahead with, and totally believe in her own dreams and her ability to reach them to be like her name suggests. It’s a positive message.
Jackie has given us in this novel the genesis of her character, a strong girl that is in control of her life and knows when to step back from dubious situations. It is from this that we get Lucky’s definition of ‘almost’. A definition that may now enter our vernacular! If you want to know more pick up a copy of the book.
‘Confessions of a wild child’ is out now published by Simon & Schuster.
28.10.13 7:43 am
Well yes, I am talking to the ‘Power’ of the Melbourne Cup, in this case, racing journalist Danny Power who has written the new book ‘The Modern Melbourne Cup’, which discusses the changing nature of the great race.
Of recent years the Melbourne cup has shifted from being the event that enthrals Australia to one that enthrals the world. Metaphorically the cup has lost it’s concave shape and assumed the shape of a globe. The cup has gone global but this in not to everyone’s taste. Its rare now for a poorer local horse to succeed in a world of big money. Whatever ones opinion, Australia has learned from the experience of welcoming horses from around the world to our race.
The influx isn’t an entirely new thing. As far back as 1890 New Zealand has been part of the Melbourne cup, one of the most famous horses of all time Carbine made the trip from the south island to Australia for the Cup.
It wasn’t until modern times that the game changed dramatically with horses from the northern hemisphere making the journey but what was once a novelty has now become the norm. With Irish trainer Dermot Weld and his stayer Vintage Crop being the first of an international stampede, others followed from France, England and the USA.
Weld’s trip with Vintage Crop wasn’t his first. He was knowledgeable with Australia having worked in Tommy Smith’s stables and was even familiar with horses in a poetic sense from reading the writings of Banjo Patterson.
The new arrivals brought more than just their horses, they also brought their vastly different ideas about training. Vintage Crop for instance, didn’t race before the cup in any of the usual lead up races, in fact he had not raced for seven weeks prior to his arrival at the Cup.
There are two kinds of horses in racing,the stayers and the sprinters, the latter often unkindly referred to as squibs. The sprinters are the equine Usain Bolts, the stayers are in it for the long haul just as it seems the overseas horses are, having firmly entrenched themselves in Australia’s great race.
And what of this years Cup.
Danny believes that Dermott Weld’s trained winner of the Irish leger’ Voleuse De Coeurs’ translated as ‘Thief of the heart’ may not be up to it this year simply because Dermot will not be training the horse in Australia and it will be difficult for the horse to familiarise itself with a new trainer. Instead he tips the Aga Khan’s horse ‘Verema’ as this years possible winner. It is the first time the Aga Khan will race a horse in the Melbourne cup.
The Melbourne cup is now a race made up substantially of northern hemisphere horses whether owned overseas or by Australians willing to pay the big money. Danny believes that once the money dries up, Australia will need to once again concentrate on breeding its own Melbourne cup winners.
But the world’s part in the Melbourne cup is here to stay and it has valuable lessons for the Australian racing industry.
‘The modern Melbourne cup’ is out now by Slattery Media.
25.10.13 5:56 am
While most Australians know of the word Drongo they probably don’t know of its derivation from the name of a horse that failed to win a race from 37 starts and also the name of a bird!
I spoke to author Bruce Walkley about his new book Drongo. Bruce Walkley is a former Tasmanian and he gets back here every couple of years to visit his brother who resides here, as well as friends in Launceston and the big drawcard in Tasmania’s fine wine and food.
It was the Tasmanian examiner’s Frank Dexter, who was ending his career as Bruce was beginning his, that set Bruce out to write this book.
The bird from which the name Drongo is lifted is a bird that has a gift of mimicry. It also is known for being a fighter when its loved ones come under attack. Ironically it was the horse Drongo who found himself under attack because of his inability to win races.
Drongo’s sire was named ‘Lanius’ a word which also translates as ‘bird’ which solidifies his name derivation from the bird drongo.
Drongo would therefore race into our language a word consigned to those deemed failures, but as Bruce Walkley shows us in his book ‘Drongo’ that is not entirely the case,
It was not Drongo’s fault that he was not granted the opportunities to succeed.
Although he never won a race he did have a much more a respectable career than his name would suggest.
He finished a respectable second in some races and of his last four races taken place in Adelaide he finished in the first four places, a fourth and a second and third.
He might even be considered a ‘rogue’ horse, one that is so called because he wins when he wants to, and is often the case, when not expected but Drongo’s inability to win in 37 starts has a logical explanation.
The problem in him not reaching his potential was that throughout his career he was never given the chance to ride in anything but metropolitan races, normally a horse that didn’t succeed in these would be tried out at other venues (Gosford, Bathurst,Wangaratta or Cape York) but this would not be the case for Drongo. It is wise to remember too that the horses he raced against were the best of the best.
If things had been different perhaps Drongo would not have been seen as a hapless loser but then he would not have given us the quintessentially Australian word that is ‘drongo’.
Drongo may have been under attack for his losing record but he also has in common with his namesake bird drongo the fact he was a little fighter ,sadly, who was not given his chances on an even playing or rather racing field to prove his true worth.
Drongo by Bruce Walkley is out now published by Slattery Media.