"Daisy was barely three and could not understand what was going on." Because there is something going on. Something that Daisy, at three years old, could not understand. This is where the story begins, from a future vantage point, when 60-something Eve is looking back at the afternoon in which
One wonders if the "little bride" would have sat with the Monicas on the beach in "Jakarta". Would she, in the eyes of Kath and Sonje, inhabit the model of femininity that the Monicas represent? Or would they encourage her to join them behind the logs? McClelland & Stewart,
"Give her a room of her own and five hundred a year, let her speak her mind and leave out half that she now puts in, and she will write a better book one of these days." So said Virginia Woolf. McClelland & Stewart, 1998 And although Kath
Later last year, I was invited to participate in a conversation between a number of readers who enjoy short fiction: Steven W. Beattie, Alessandra Ferreri, Andrew Wilmot, Chad Pelley and Steph VanderMeulen. The conversation appears here, if you'd like to check it out, but what you won't see at Found Press is the mad erruption
My last short story post was in Autumn 2013 and focussed on recently published collections (Rosemary Nixon's Are You Ready to be Lucky? Elisabeth de Mariaffi’s How to Get Along with Women, and Shaena Lambert’s Oh, My Darling). Cormorant Books, 2000 In recent weeks I have been dabbling in some volumes on my shelves,
