A Christmas Carol | Charles Dickens #ALiteraryChristmas

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about it. The register of his burial was signed by clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. Adam Burgess has begun a new reading practice that he is calling the Contemplative Reading Project. In many ways it corresponds very … Continue reading A Christmas Carol | Charles Dickens #ALiteraryChristmas

The Clear Voice Suddenly Singing | Amanda Lohrey #AWWessay

I am standing next to Bridie and she is singing too loudly. Amanda Lohrey recently won her first Miles Franklin Award for her novel, The Labyrinth. Ever since the announcement, her short story essay in Secrets (1997) has been on my mind. Last weekend, I sat down to reread it. Secrets came into my possession … Continue reading The Clear Voice Suddenly Singing | Amanda Lohrey #AWWessay

The Annotated Northanger Abbey | Jane Austen & David M. Shapard #CCspin

No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her born to be a heroine. I was thrilled when Adam announced that he was planning to reinstate his Austen in August reading event. I have reread all my Austen's multiple times, of course, but I have more than one edition … Continue reading The Annotated Northanger Abbey | Jane Austen & David M. Shapard #CCspin

Post Captain | Patrick O’Brian #Readalong

At first dawn the swathes of rain drifting eastwards across the Channel parted long enough to show that the chase had altered course. Post Captain begins with peace being declared. This is a not necessarily the happy occasion the modern reader might think it is. As Jack explains to an uncomprehending Stephen, It's the others … Continue reading Post Captain | Patrick O’Brian #Readalong

One Hundred Years of Solitude | Gabriel Garcia Márquez #NobelPrize

Goodness! What a read. Or more accurately, a reread. I bought my Penguin edition of One Hundred Years of Solitude on the 3rd April 1996 in Sydney. At a guess, it must have been the Easter school holidays and I was visiting my sister, who lived in Coogee, for a few days. I cannot remember … Continue reading One Hundred Years of Solitude | Gabriel Garcia Márquez #NobelPrize