Something I meant to do but forgot…


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I wanted to link to an excellent review of my friend Sarah Drummond’s book The Sound. I have mentioned it here, that I read it, that I loved it, that I found it dark and grim, but that I also believe these stories need to be told. There’s been a lot of talk recently about who tells what stories. I’m not going to get into it, other than to say this book has indigenous characters (from Australia and New Zealand) and has a historical setting, and is brilliantly written.

I recommend it, and while it’s not for the delicately-constitutioned (is that an expression? It is now), to me it’s a literary equivalent of what I learned in Buddhist healing meditation – that it is instinctual for humans to turn away from what pains us, to protectively close ourselves to suffering, when what we should be doing is try to turn towards, and open ourselves. Reading this book, to me, is a similar act.

“A vision of past savagery that lies maddeningly between truth and fiction”: James Dunk reviews Sarah Drummond’s ‘The Sound’

You can buy it here  or here or here

And ooh, here’s a 2, 2 + 2 on Amanda Curtin’s blog, just saw this!

Last thing: Sarah’s first book Salt Story was a non-fiction look at the fishing world in WA. I know nothing about fishing, don’t have a particular interest, but found it fascinating, readable and that was where I fell in love with her writing first (well, maybe it was on her blog first…)

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