“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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30 December 2013

MY MUM AND DAD BY BROTHER STEPHEN

My brother Stephen took these photographs of my Mum and Dad, who both died in the last few months. This one above is very rare: Mum scarcely went out without a hat, but in the end, that brutal Austral Sun killed her by melanoma.  The ones below came from a night when they discovered my hats at Kanmantoo.  One includes Stephen's wife Leah. Perhaps due to his gloating racist tendencies, which he covered by quoting Genesis Chapter 9, Pastor Jimmy loved the plastic Afro. Mum was a lot more adventurous, going from Highland wildcat to Russki commando to the Marilyn Monroe in just a few minutes.  I dunno where the blonde wig came from - it's not mine, but it looks like it might come in handy ... to stop a rising-up amongst the non-conformist protestants, the Lord's Day Observance Society and the Womens' Christian Temperance Union, not to mention the DRINKSTER's great fan, Vladimir Putin, I should make clear that while Mum's glass looks as if it contains an upside-down image of the Evil One, it is in fact a slice of citrus floating in rain water ... photos Stephen White ...  [apart from the one his daughter Hayley made of him planking in outback Western Australia at the bottom] ... Stemmo's an inveterate bushwalker and lover of nature, and can talk for hours about rare native orchids amongst a lot of other confounding stuff that will always elude those who never set forth ... like working for 35 years as a hardrock underground miner ... And Sylvia was a shit hot Mum.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

is that an ancient fart arising from his mighty buttocks?