“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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16 November 2014

FIRST FLIGHT OF TURDUS MERULA

The blackbirds - Turdus merula - have hatched two lots of chicks in my carport this breeding season. Today the second lot of siblings left the nest. This baby tumbled from the eaves, got the wings fluttering, and landed on the ute. Spent quite some time looking, looking. The other flew straight into the adjacent paddock of Keith the Killer Ram and never came back. This one is in the nearby ti-tree for the night ... photo Philip White

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