You know those folksy little credits on the back of Popular Penguins?
They don’t mention Richard Lane, do they? Penguin and the Lane Brothers, The Untold Story of a Publishing Revolution 929 more words
I enter writing competitions. Only a few, just the ones I feel are reputable* and have a focus on Australian literature. I know I won’t win (although I’ve been shortlisted a few times) but I enter anyway. 610 more words
Three Cheers for the Paraclete is the latest in my quest to read and review all the Miles Franklin winners; it was Thomas Keneally’s second win, in 1968, and that win remains remarkable for being the only time the judges have awarded the prize to an author two years in succession. 1,473 more words
Just yesterday on TV I caught a snippet of some bloke arcing up about what a terrible place Twitter was, full of shaming and other kinds of beastliness, and all I thought was, sorry, but you are hanging out with the wrong sort of Tweeters, and now you want us to buy your book about it. 472 more words