Tuesday, January 20, 2009
the african man's oeuvre
I dreamt that I spied some 1960s African novels that I had left in the rain, and I went into a schtick about 'you know how you've always got a pile of African novels you leave out in the rain somewhere...?' these were detective novels by a writer whose first name was Malcolm, they were a uniform series with colour covers that simulated, to my mind, stained glass. I started to read one, having noticed them consciously for the first time, and they became my new favourite thing.
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to anzac and back
We went on the train this afternoon, from Arden to State Library thence to Anzac and back. It was rad. Soon we will all be taking it for gra...
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As a child, naturally enough, I watched a lot of television and it being the early 1970s when I was a child, I watched a lot of what is no...
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an analyst might interpret that as:
you are searching for something exotic,
attractive and
ordered,
in which to take pleasure.
the link is to a round-up of crime characters on film, as I could only think of Botswana's Precious Ramotswe when I fed African Crime Novel into my brain (and of course they are not 'crime' really)
It's hot enough tonight for some James Ellroy reading I think.
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