The end of January clicked past. In keeping with the previous two months, there was a substantial rise in traffic. What that means, I don't know. It's a pleasing thing, however, since I always approached the blog with a view that it should be public....
I don't know what popular opinion is on Chandler's Marlowe novels these days, but I still love them. "He nodded, frowning, and drank his drink and pushed the glass to one side. I tasted mine. It was scotch. Not very good scotch." From the Lady in the...
1. Regular readers will have seen this before. New ones, well, welcome to the Ditmar Post. The Ditmars, if you've not heard of them, and there's the large possibility you haven't, are an Australian award for speculative fiction. It's a bit more wild and woolly than...
"Considered by many to be Japan’s most popular and influential author, Murakami tells the story of a woman who ignores conventional wisdom by embracing more than two weeks of sleeplessness (with the aid of Anna Karenina). Composed in Dante types by Michael and Winifred Bixler...
I'm not religious in any shape or form, but I love the image below. The sign is found in Blacktown, the one time border town of Sydney. Used to be that you drove out of Blacktown, you were leaving Sydney well and truly behind, but...
I saw the Polyphonic Spree live last night. Utterly cool and brilliant. Twenty two men and women and a six year old on stage in multi coloured robes, oozing energy and a vibe of such goodness and joy that all should be right with the...
It's Australia Day today. The official occupation date. The official day the prison opened. People get all worked up for it, actually, and in some cases they take the Australian flag and wear it like a cape. Still, even they wonder what cunt came up with...
On the Australia Day of my 67th year, I opened my portable image carrier to show my friends the past. I was having lunch in...
I just cannot focus today. Nothing is sharp. Everything is a slippery blur. My protagonist hates me. I tell her she's a useless waste of wordage. Our hate fuels us. Fuck, but this writing shit is fun....