Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Talking Smack, honest conversations about drugs by Andrew McMillen

I interviewed Andrew about this excellent series of converations he had with prominent Australian musicians for Edge Radio. You can listen to the interview here

Talking Smack, honest conversations about drugs  is a collection of interviews with prominent Australian musicians about drugs and drug taking. Covering a wide range of experiences and a diverse selection of drugs, this is a non-judgemental, informative and entertaining book.
Steve Kilbey of The Church is first up, with his eleven year heroin habit and his lifelong use of hallucinogens and marijuana. He is brash and seemingly invincible. His stories include being arrested in New York and missing a show.  Kilbey contrasts sharply with Wally de Backer, better known as Gotye, who has barely touched drugs in his life, he feels little interest or desire – and nor is he judgemental of those who dabble or consume drugs more regularly.
Tina Arena is a bizarre inclusion, her interview features an unrelated rant, with bemused comments from the author throughout. She has little apparent experience with drugs – and some contradictory opinions on them and their use.
While Macmillan the journalist puts himself into the text, he is careful to provide honest and true portraits of drug use. The use of heroin, ectasty, DMT, LSD, marijuana, ice and cocaine is described in many aspects of use of these wildly varying drugs. The call for decriminalisation comes through as a theme from many of these high profile drug users.
Another interesting consideration from many of these musicians is their different responses to different drugs and how they affect the creative process. It seems agreed that a small amount of marijuana is conducive to listening to music, while heroin provides a sensation of invincibility, ice with its heady, empty power surge of a rush makes an interesting cameo as Grinspoon singer Ian Haug recounts his difficult rehab in the public eye.
Haug also says of drugs “(b)ut creatively, when it comes to music, you can enhance things, and hear things differently, when you wath a movie, you see it differently.”
Paul Kelly’s honest and unromanticised take on heroin, a drug he danced with for a long time, Is lucid and fascinating. Kelly was one of very few of his peers to have avoided a full blown habit.

The book ends with an excellent graphic essay drawn and written by the author’s brother, that recounts the history of the war on drugs in the twentieth century in the United States, which has more or less informed Australian drug policy. This is a well researched book that provides a fascinating and balanced report of drug use in the music industry.

(this review was first published in the December issue of Warp.

 Talking Smack, honest conversations about drugs
by Andrew McMillen

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

A Very Special Place

I had a chat with Jessica Burdon, illustrator of the lovely children's book A Very Special Place the other morning. The book is written by Tania Morgan and the Hobart launch is next weekend at the Avalon Market in Hobart (6-7 December), Some of the proceeds from sales are being donated to the Asylum Seeker Resource Centre.      You can hear the interview here, and find out more about the book here.
   Jessica has a solo exhibition coming up at the fabulous Stable gallery at the back of Cooleys in Moonah in the new year.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

A presentation on reading groups

When I worked at Fullers, I hosted five discussion groups on a single book, every month for four years.  This is a presentation about reading groups and community a I did at a conference looking at creativity and health a while ago.

Reading Groups

It is a great pleasure to be involved with a conference that revolves around such a crucial and inspiring issue – that of creativity and health. All of us, by very dint of us being in this room probably know about the magic that art and being creative can make to our lives – and I just love living in a time where this is discussed – and people like Jacquie Maginnis seek to get the message out there further. We may say ‘der, of course arts and creativity are good for us’ – but because this can’t be quantified, bottom lined, explained in a functioning spreadsheet, as a whole, it is not recognised widely in our society – even though we know it in our bones. I just wish that we could all attend every session of today’s program.

Reading groups are a gentle way to access the creative in our communities, an easy and fairly conservative way to get people into a creative space that also has the potential to offer a sense of inclusion, worth, participation as well as getting our hearts and minds functioning in a wider, more generous manner. They may not provide the breathy exhileration of singing in a choir, or the gentle satisfaction of finishing a water colour, nor the pumped magic of having a good dance in your living room – but what they can offer is a small key to healing our communities (dare I assume that our communities need healing? – yes, they do, because in so many instances, there is no community in our communities).

    I have worked as a professional facilitator of reading groups for four years – hosting between 4-5 groups each month, discussing one book. Groups averaging in size 6-7 people – often 10 or 11 and in two cases, 2 people.
These groups were set up 15 years ago, and had been run for ten years by one erudite woman. The hosts for the year before me were two young men, one of whom has just had a book about philosophy published, the other is just compelting hist Phd about travel writing and the author Robert Dessaix. Me? I just like reading – and I like people, connection, community and debate.
Reading groups provide this space – for connection, community building and discussion –and simply because it is an artificially created situation it therefore has the added bonus of being a safer space for these connections to be established, for sharing and for the airing of diverse opinions.
In so far as a reading group will generally discuss one book, it is also the most wonderful space to practice the sharing of diverse and often conflicting opinions in a mature and generous manner.
Now, I think that the general sense of a reading group is best done as a cliché –
Let’s just say – ladies of a certain age, perhaps with a tipple in their hands, perhaps taking time ‘of their own’ to socialise in a sanctioned space of the intellect – and I imagine that is dominant demographic of reading groups around the Western world.

So, what is a reading group or a book club?
Is it the 200 funky Sydney kids who meet at a cool night spot to dance to the music of a cult classic novel? A Kurt Vonnegut, Bukowski or even the soundtrack to the new movie of On the Road by Kerouac? Is it a group of dear friends who meet every three months to pick over a chapter of Nietsche? Is it a mothers group that meets hurredly over coffee discussing the latest romance? Is it a structured study group? A group of mates tittering over scenes in Fifty Shades of Grey or two women yarning over TV week – or twenty strangers in a room metaphorically ripping a graphic novel to shreds? All of the above and more. We live in an age where the book as we know it is being fundamentally reinvented and our reading habits are changing as well. Of course it presumes a literate society – and we know that taking the time to be with art or story can sometimes be seen as a luxury – but we also know the power of story in our worlds – written or not. I have a friend who argues strongly that Australia has more of an oral culture- and that books are a mere artefact of this.
Broadly speaking – our reading habits are changing – we no longer rely on the book in the traditional style of cover and pages, generally read from cover to cover – we, generally, are reading as much as we ‘ever’ has but from more disparate sources. The internet affords us this – access to our own libraries, personally curated daily. Articles or short stories sourced from people we from twitter, the latest entertainment news, ABC just in Hobart through to blogs we either check into regularly or stumble across in a seeming random manner. It is all reading – reading wider and not necessarily deeper.
In that context, what is considered the ‘traditional’ (and still most practised form of a book group) seems staid. This model is, of course, the stereotype I described above.
*What are some other forms of discussions about books that you would like to see/participate in?
I can speak most to this style of reading group – it is these that I have worked with closely – in fact intimately over the last four years. These groups, despite the fact that they existed for a very small demographic, exhibit all of the lovely symptoms that a book discussion can cause to erupt.
But how to establish a group? I’m sure that you all participate in little guerrilla book clubs all through your waking lives – small discussions about text – What is it most that you enjoying discussing here – I like literature, I like powerful, stylish, moving literature. Not necessarily story driven, but it has to be what I consider ‘well written’: queue: question number one:
What do you mean by well written?
And why would you even consider starting your own book club? Generally, this is because you have desire to discuss books –and accordingly you have probably attracted some friends of the same ilk. Ask them – find a place and a time and a date about a month away, choose the book and read like crazy.
It’s a good idea if you’ve chosen the book to read around it – inevitably the lead in some of the discussion will fall to you – what is it that drew you to this book. Talk about personal connection and resonance but go easy on the personal stories – the group will be carthartic without you seeking a talking cure.
Send around some links to articles or reviews that you find relevant to the book. Some people will read them, some not, and often on the grounds that to read around spoils the text. Sometimes I agree.
At the meeting I often think wine would be lovely –the groups at Fullers have always been dry.
Some feedback I’ve received, is that the time for personal catch up at the beginning of the group is really important – a number of the Saturday group now meet up an hour or so earlier and have lunch before the discussion starts. “It’s always nice to have a bit of a social side for a few minutes to get to know the people as well as the facilitator as more than simply attendees at a book group, It is good tohavea bit of social time and then get the book”
There are also wise suggestions for a changing facilitator, which often happens with groups of friends – who ever is hosting, often has chosen the book, most often the person looked to if the conversation is flagging.
In terms of maintaining the group – there are one million trillion book discussion groups in the world – that is an official figure – and each of these groups ebbs and flows, has nuances of course. It will of course generate similar amounts of energy to that which is put in.
Rachel Cusk, author of a number of novels and memoir wrote a depressing article that was published in the Guardian some months ago – headlined “Novelist Rachel Cusk joined a book group to discuss beauty and truth. Instead she found herself defending Chekhov, and perplexed as to why the English resist stories of everyday life” of course tells of a very small coterie of book club attendees – of course there are places for dense literary discussions (to which I am quite partial) but generally the discussion of books ranging from Grapes of Wrath, The Winter Vault by Anne Michaels, Don Quixote – yes, it is true – I picked the 914 page translation as the Summer read – no discussion in December or January – a good two plus months,
Cusk arrived in a small town in England and joined the local, long established book group. It was her turn to choose and she chose Chekhov, a Russian master of short stories – seriously! Do yourselves a favour, a quick yet slow dip into beautifully sculpted stories, moments of the characters’ lives.
“The ladies filed in despondently, holding their grim copies of Chekhov as people hold unsavoury things when they can't find anywhere to dispose of them. There were nuts and crisps and chilly little glasses of red wine, which people sampled erratically, undecidedly, as though, now the solace of reading had been contaminated, their generalised need for consolation had itself become strange and unfamiliar. So, someone said. So. There was a great sighing, a great wearied exhalation. “  and I had to read that in all its cutting intensity. I know that feeling actually – I met with it severely a couple of times – the choices? Everything from Lolita through to Yoko Ogawa’s Hotel Iris – the story I chose as it had a translator as a protagonist and i was reading a lot about translation. It also had a sado masochistic relationship between a teenager and a geriatric.

But let’s forget all of that and consider some other and varied styles of reading groups/book discussion groups that can exist – and then look, in a bit more detail at why this space can be creative, freeing, beautiful and, in a broader, community sense, therapeutic.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Review: A Compulsion to Kill by Robert Cox

A Compulsion to Kill; the Surprising Story of Australia’s Earliest Serial Killers is as disturbing as the title suggests.  This book focuses on the early years of white settlement in Tasmania (Van Diemen’s land) and a chapter is dedicated to each of the worst killers of those years, including the notorious ‘cannibal convict’ Alexander Pearce and the methodically brutal and often overlooked Charles Routley, who encouraged his victims to pray before he ended their lives. It traverses cold blooded murder, rape, cannibalism and other physical degradations. While we now live in a society  inured to violence, the content in this book is still graphic and shocking. It is also an excellent sociological account of Tasmania in those days.
  Cox defines the difference between serial killers (more than one murder over a greater timespan) and multiple murders (more than one murder, perpetrated at the same time) and the book begins looking at John Brown and Richard Lemon, who were transported to Sydney and then made their way, separately to Van Diemen’s land and it was here that their violent actions began; the murders that now have them recognised as Australia’s first serial killers.
  The names Lemon and Brown, Thomas Jeffrey and John Haley are not as familiar as Rocky Whelan (whose hide-out cave near Hobart still bears his name) and of course, the ‘convict cannibal’ Alexander Pearce. Cox’s descriptions of the violent actions of these men is unambiguous in condemning them, but in the case of Pearce it is more ambiguous, at least during his first spate of cannibalism. It was suggested by one of Pearce’s companions, a sailor, that the rule of the sea dictates that the weakest man be sacrificed for the good of the group. This provided the justification for the first act of cannibalism by Pearce and his group. These men had escaped from the grimmest of penal settlements, Macquarie Harbour and attempted to make their way overland to settlement. They were far from alone in turning to the flesh of their companions to help them survive. Many of the killers discussed in this book also partake.
   Each of these chapters provide a macabre and fascinating insight into the daily lives of people in early white settlement in Tasmania and many also provide insight into the killers’ minds. The facts related by Cox build up a rich and bloody portrait. Charles Routley who perpetrated most of his murders around Pitt Water, was also harboured by locals. Rocky Whelan was a peaceful, stoic prisoner for more than 20 years, riding out excessive violence on Norfolk Island before finding his way to Van Diemen’s Land where he began a spree of murders. The context is as crucial to this book as the crimes.   While some readers may find his tight focus on the deaths of an by only white people limiting, this book, for all its grim subject matter condenses the worst and first spates of murders and murderers into a grotesque and fascinating read. The primary focus is to list the atrocities perpetrated by these men but the greater historical and political context that Cox’s style and research offer highlights the brutal conditions in which these men lived. 

This review was first published in a slightly edited form in The Mercury's TasWeekends, November 1.

A Compulsion to Kill; the history of Tasmania's earliest serial killers 
by Robert Cox9781922120946Glass House Books

Friday, October 17, 2014

Review: To Name Those Lost by Rohan Wilson

Rohan Wilson’s second novel, To Name those Lost is set around an apocalyptic Launceston in 1874. The riots that occurred in real life, following the call from the government for citizens to bail out a collapsed railway company, reduced the citizens to violence. This provides a sharp backdrop to the story of two fathers and their children - and redemption, retribution, loss and survival.
  Opening with the death of destitute twelve year old William Toosey’s mother, and the doctor’s demand he pay him a fee for merely pronouncing the woman dead, within pages the author has William’s father, Thomas nearly bashing his captor to death.
Toosey senior has a ransom on his head and escapes to find his son, who he knows is now alone in the world. In turn he is pursued by the Irish, Fitheal Flynn. Flynn is travelling with a hooded, gimp-like character, who is revealed to be his maimed daughter Caislynn. Her head is covered as she seems to be deformed but the how and what of the deformity remains one of the book’s many intrigues until the end. Toosey has robbed Flynn and his three daughters of 200 quid and that money provides a backbone for the narrative.
Wilson’s first novel, The Roving Party won The Vogel Prize in manuscript form and had a similar darkness and setting. It is testament to Wilson’s skills as a writer that the two novels so close in subject matter are so different. The Roving Party was compared to the dystopia and bleakness of Cormac Macarthy’s work and the comparison also works here. To Name Those Lost also offers a beautiful portrait of fatherly love, a characteristic which provides some solace to the reader.
Wilson relishes the language of the time and the characters speak a delicious vernacular; words that are nearly lost and include mullock, jackeen and rum’un. There are also wonderful snap shots of the fashions of the time, both food and clothing – the salted ling and the ‘felt wide-awake’ worn by the dead-cart driver are two examples amongst a novel which, while obviously well researched, incorporates these facts seamlessly.
  The robust language that comes from Mr Chung the hotelier’s mouth is particularly rich. Reminiscent of Mr Wu from the HBO series Deadwood, this character’s command of English insults is both disgusting and engaging.
  The badlands of colonial Launceston, where life was hard and dark and difficult, where urchins roamed the streets and accepted food in exchange for sexual abuse, drank like the clappers and suffered other physical and emotional abuses at the hands of both strangers and family alike provide rich pickings for this tale – and Wilson doesn’t shy away from viscerally recounting extreme physical violence and the torture and killing of animals, adults and a baby all make an appearance.

  Do not let the dark subject matter dissuade you from diving deep into this novel. At times the strings of the story are lost in detail and the pacing of the story is unequal, the story is finely told, the characters will stay with you and it is a fascinating and revealing history of a rough time in Tasmania’s past. 

First published in The Mercury magazine TasWeekends, Saturday October 11

Here's an interview I did with Rohan about his first novel The Roving Party 

To Name Those Lost 
by Rohan Wilson
Allen and Unwin

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Chasing El Dorado, a South American Adventure by Aaron Smith

Wild ride! - Listen to the full interview with Aaron Smith here.

Travelogues of South America are a ten cent piece to the dozen - but put this one to top of your pile. Exu, Macumba, Quimbanda, Ayahuasca, love and piranhas - it's all here.

Aaron met the woman who was to become his wife when they went dancing deep in the favelas  (loosely, and incorrectly translated as 'slums' in English) of Rio de Janiero in the last week before his ticket back to Australia ran out. He stayed in Brasil and he and Vivi are now married and living on Thursday Island in the Torres Strait.

 In Chasing El Dorado A South America Adventure,  Aaron is held up at gun point in the favelas, nearly dies when the poison of a giant tree frog is pushed into wounds on his chest (by choice), ends up deep in FARC territory in Colombia following William Burrough's yage quest and quite a few other adventures.
   Chasing El Dorado provides a considered, pacy review of the shamanic and healing practice of the ayahuasca vine, proffered as a hallucinogenic brew. It is also a rambunctious and enjoyable travelogue.

Listen to the full interview here.
You can read Aaron's blog Going Strait here. 
This interview was first broadcast on Edge Radio on Tuesday 14 October, 2014

Chasing El Dorado, a South American Adventure
by Aaron Smith
Transit Lounge

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Review of Born Bad; original sin and the making of the Western World by James Boyce

It is a treat for the reader that a subject as bold, intricate and dense as original sin  has been examined by the eloquent James Boyce.  In his hands what may seem a terrifying subject is thoroughly examined and put through its historical, theological and psychological paces.

Born Bad; original sin and the making of the Western World traces the progress of the notion of original sin through Western Christianity, beginning with St Augustine, the man considered to be the father of Western Christianity through to the present day. 
St Augustine began to include the teaching of original sin and The Fall of man in his rhetoric following an unfortunate mistranslation of the bible; “(h)aving limited Greek, Augustine adopted the mistranslation of Paul used in the fourth-century Latin Bible known as the Vulgate, which state that “all men had sinned in Adam." It is remarkable to consider exactly how persuasive a notion that is not even in the bible has become central to the Western Christian psyche. The book charts this path chronologically, tracing how original sin has become a central tenet in Western Christianity.

As he recounts the history of this doctrine, Boyce introduces us to some of the fascinating characters who expounded or, as heretics, questioned it.

In tracing the lineage of this doctrine with obvious energy and interest, Boyce has given us many profiles of historical moments, contemporaneous thought and the people involved in progressing this doctrine – or otherwise. The book plays host to a wide range of characters,  for whom Boyce has an authorial respect for thinkers, heretical and otherwise, who have preceded him. 
Boyce’s obvious affection for and interest in Luther and the Reformation is on show in the chapter ‘The Meaning of Marrying a Nun.’ This chapter explains the greater effects of the Reformation and the thought and rationale behind it  and the reader is introduced to Luther as a person and to some of the aspects of day to day life in Luther’s house.

Another of the historical characters Boyce offers us is Julian of Norwich, the first woman to have written a book in the English language. This beautifully titled book, Revelations of Divine Love  was the product of meditations on her visions for twenty years and she fell on the heretical side of The Fall, with a belief in God’s love and the intrinsic purity of humans.

James Boyce is a two-time winner of the Tasmanian Literary Prize for two earlier works Van Diemen’s Land; a history  and 1835; the founding of Melbourne and the Conquest of Australia.   These books have also been recognised with other national prizes and critical accolades from around the world. His preceding books, while taking in colonial Australia are researched and related in the same fascinating and readable style. The attention to detail propels the case that he puts forward subtly, if at all, leaving the reader well equipped to draw their own conclusions.  

This is not a book that is at all easy to classify- myth, modern thought, psychology, theology, history, biography, social commentary are just some of the ways it could be defined. and as a book that both recounts huge historical and religious concepts in such a personable and descriptive manner it is both a challenge and an absolute delight to read. 

Here's the very first book related interview I did! James Boyce discussing Van Diemen's Land

First published in TasWeekend in The Mercury September 13, 2014
Born Bad
by James Boyce
Black Inc


Wednesday, September 3, 2014

David Vann on sailing, the sea, islands and his writing

David Vann is a writer of dark contemporary fiction – and nautica extrema. enjoyable interview and can be heard in full here. It was a most His latest book to be published in Australia is A Mile Down; the true story of a disastrous career at sea. It is a terrible and true tale of disaster after disaster that befalls Vann and a beautiful yacht. Vann is a sailor and his love of it is palpable, not only in his book, but the way he speaks about it. “The only thing that can keep me up all night is not thinking about writing a book or anything related to literature or love, it is thinking about the shape of a hull.”

He is currently translating Beowulf from Old English and discusses the mythic memory of language. Daily, he immerses himself in Latin and Old English. In a lot of his early fiction he draws from the suicide of his father, beginning with his first, grueling novel ‘Memory of a Suicide.’

In this interview you can hear him speak Old English and tell us why
“jokey” Moby Dick is his favourite book of the sea. He talks about the mistakes his German translator found in his prose and he ponders the influence of islands on our lives, our geographical trappings. “I spend most of my time on islands, I love them.”
  He talks about his early literary influence from Westerns and the fact that he’s read Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian six times. “I think literary influence is a mostly unconscious thing it is about immersion and loving something and re-reading over and over. I don’t think any of us are original as writers, I think we are all derivative of the works we have loved.”

At the time of the interview, he was reading Richard Flanagan’s latest book, The Narrow Road to the Deep North, which he was finding amazing. “He is definitely one of my literary heroes.”

This blog post is dedicated to my fabulous colleague Marg.

A Mile Down; the true story of a disastrous career at sea
Text 2014
This interview was first broadcast on Edge Radio on February 2, 2014

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Justin Heazlewood discusses 'Funemployed, life as an artist in Australia'

Justin Heazlewood sent his first book to publishers as a kind of business card. The writer, singer, comedian, stand up Bedroom Philosopher has now written a wonderfully personal account of being an artist in Australia. Published by Affirm Press, it is shot through with a range of practical tips for managing the aforementioned life and it includes interviews and comment from Australian artists, practising in many media, at many stages of their careers.
Heazlewood describes how “it too me ten years to morph from a diligently humble sweet natured star to an arrogant self pitying megalomaniac," and touches on topics like health (the alcohol industry is propped up by musicians and performers) to tax free breakfasts to when to do gigs for free and when to say no.
In his own words, the book is  “a bit of a Frankenstein between self help and memoir and journalistic non fiction. I wanted to home in on the personal emotional stuff, talking about fame, talking about jealousy, stuff that I never see people writing about much.”
You can hear the whole interview here.
Funemployed, life as an artist in Australia
Affirm Press 2014
This interview was first broadcast on Edge Radio on August 5, 2014

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