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Post-Easter post

The religious freedom granted in the Constitution was never more apparent to me than by the absence of public holidays over Easter. While several Australians of my acquaintance took advantage of Good Friday and Easter Monday for an extended stay seaside, over here all...
Behind closed doors

Behind closed doors

Chumley’s, a bar dating from the 1830s, is most famous for being a speak-easy during the Prohibition era of the 1920s. It’s easy to miss the entrance to the place – and that’s the whole point. Walking around this nook of Greenwich Village is...

The Anniversary Effect

Given my primary writing project is consuming all of my time at the moment, I will not have a chance to write a reflection on my first year in NYC, which I marked yesterday, 31 March. For now I just want to note the fact that one year has passed. As is always the way...

Busy writing, just not on my blog

Gentle Reader, many apologies for the lack of recent posts. My excuse, however, is solid: I have just completed a rough draft of THE BOOK and am up to my nose in revisions. My tendency towards concision, as exhibited in this blog, has played itself out on a broader...

Clive Inaction

I can’t believe it. The day after I wrote my thoughts about Clive James and his ability to write about anyone and anything without letting self-doubt censor him, I saw listed in my Time Out New York that the man himself was appearing in conversation with the...

My favourite ex-pat Australian?

This is a question I have been pondering recently, although as usual, trying to avoid thinking in terms of favourites. If it’s a question of influence, then the answer would probably be Clive James, whose Unreliable Memoirs was one of my touchstone reading...
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