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My friend E visited me on Wednesday. She walked in, carrying a generous bunch of Inca Lilies, freshly cut from her garden. As ever, she apologised for the mess they will make, and as ever, I replied “I don’t care, they’re lovely!” Which they are. Deep red, with yellow highlights. En masse the flowers produce a light, frilly effect, but day by day the papery petals fall off, until the tall glass vase is surrounded by a halo of drying petals. I could care less – the flowers are so beautiful, and it takes but a few moments to pick up the fallen petals and bin them.


I always enjoy her visits. E’s passion in life is to travel. I listen with envy to her planned trips for 2019. Her equal passion is photography, and she take hundreds (and on occasion, literally thousands) of photos on her journeys , which she puts into visual presentations and photo-books, and shares with friends. I’m an armchair traveller, but she is a modern female Marco Polo.


Two days later she texted me to say she was in hospital, and the prognosis was not good.
I’m looking at my vase of Inca Lilies, and know that this may well be the last bunch of Inca Lilies I will receive from E’s garden.








It doesn’t seem to matter which charity book sale you attend, when or where, but you can count on finding a pile of that familiar rectangular, bright yellow bordered magazine. Often in mint condition, and dating back to the Year Dot – obviously lovingly kept in a cupboard or garage, evidence a lifelong subscription to the magazine. I note on the May 1988 copy I bought on Saturday ( Vol 173, No. 5) that 1988 was their Centennial Year. That’s an achievement, for a magazine devoted to the sciences, travel, and photography.
At various points in my life I’ve been a subscriber, or been gifted with a year’s subscription. And my 12 copies are stacked neatly on the shelf, for future reference, or to read that fascinating article on undersea exploration that I don’t have time for right now . And of course, during my next Marie Kondo book blitz off the pile goes, to a charity book sale.
Yes, I know we’ve got Google etc. etc. but nothing beats paging through the magazine’s gorgeous photos, and beautifully illustrated pictures/charts/diagrams on a topic you had never thought of or encountered before. Why, only this morning, over my mid-morning cup of coffee, I discovered an article on Fleas: the Lethal Leapers. I’ve now learned a whole lot of facts I rather wish I didn’t know!
But kudos to Nat Geo for keeping the flame of enquiry burning – may they live long and prosper.




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RECENT READS #11 : Australia





DIRT MUSIC – Tim Winton .

What a brilliant read : taut prose, utterly credible characters, searing picture of the Australian landscape and its people. Blurb said : Tim Winton is not only the greatest Australian novelist, he is a great novelist – full stop. I’ll say AYE to that. He doesn’t mess around with political correctness. You get to read about the druggies, the social misfits, the heavy drinking; local, dark past history, and the difficulties that the Aborigines face. His dialogue is sparse, authentic, and you just know, with every harsh biting word, that it’s all true of modern Oz. The three chief characters are haunted: Jim Buckridge – fisherman, small town king, haunted by the rep of his harsh reactionary father. Georgie Jutland, his lover – haunted by her failure with Mrs Jubail in the Saudi hospital; then the recent death of her mother, so she’s forced to resume her uneasy, out of kilter relationship with her family. Luther Fox is haunted by the accidental death of his brother, sister-in-law, their two kids, and the sudden removal of the music – their family band is destroyed in the car accident. Fox becomes a hermit, a poacher on the fringes of the hard White Point fishing community – he and Georgie meet and that changes both their lives forever. I devoured the book, soaking up the Western Australian/Kimberleys/North coast landscapes that Winton shows us. Can’t wait to read this exciting novel again.

 DOWN UNDER – Bill Bryson

How I wish I’d read this before I went to Oz in 2003 and 2005. Bryson is such a genial travel companion with such an engaging humorous viewpoint that he’s able to feed his readers hefty chunks of facts in a painless manner. He’s always interesting, offering up unusual, odd, quirky little nuggets of fact as he drives around Oz (getting dreadfully sunburnt on his travels) and on one occasion, getting dreadfully drunk in a lonely Outback pub. You get a real sense of Oz’s vastness, its arid challenges, and the astonishing fact that there are still unexplored – or even undiscovered areas / treasures (particularly minerals) – in the Northern Territory. They remain hidden due to the very very difficult terrain in that area which discourages prospectors . Bryson discusses the Oz attitude to the Abo ‘problem’ – I think he captures very well the odd, drifting urban presence of the Aborigines, the marginalisation of them to the fringes of society. I saw it for myself and it felt just like apartheid South Africa – very familiar. This was the first Bill Bryson book which I thoroughly enjoyed. Previously I’d tried his Short History of Nearly Everything (or whatever it’s called), it was one of our Book Club books. I remember skipping big chunks, and didn’t enjoy it, although the rest of our Club liked the book.


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