Less than Zero (dir. Roger Avary, co-written Avary/Ellis) is the first installment of a series in desperate need of a consolidated and canonical update.
Australian film-makers have produced two of the darkest, deepest, and most affecting films in my recent memory — Animal Kingdom and Snowtown.
I finished reading Atonement on a plane, in the limbo between living and non-existence, time and the absence of time.
“The first rule about fight club is you don’t talk about fight club.” And we still don’t.
When I was young and living in Brisbane I used to go to these BYO parties under an abandoned sex shop in a suburb that crested the city. One time, I went to a launch there of something called The Lifted Brow, and I sat on an esky in the corner for most of the night
Usually I watch horror movies at home with the lights on so I can bail if it gets too scary. By usually I mean that one time I watched The Ring a decade ago.
The mythical, removed world of the Roman poet Ovid is brought into stark reality through David Malouf’s energetic and compelling novel, An Imaginary Life.
Sensuality, possession and redemption consistently dominant the landscape of J.M Coetzee’s novel Waiting for the Barbarians.
So enters Kvothe (pronounced very nearly like Quothe) stage left, the master storyteller, thief, liar, musician, and arcanist.
Sometimes, a few minutes after experiencing that glorious feeling that comes with finishing a good book, I will find myself wondering how much of what I’ve just read is truly the author’s creation, and how much was altered by someone else during the editorial process.
Your skin is too pale in the moonlight, the covers kicked off and your bare hip protruding. It is cold now although when we creaked into bed it was warm enough.
When I ask people if they like poetry I often get told that, no, they don’t understand it. It’s too pretentious, it’s outdated, or it’s just too hard.
My friend Lisa used to send me chain emails. Not the awful kind that promised instant wealth, just messages of love and friendship that were sometimes accompanied by animated rainbows or teddy bears. But still, they had a dark side.
Dear Kari, One question surfaced a lot for me while reading your memoir The Promise of Iceland and sparked off many others … what is it about fathers?
I could tell you that The Promise of Iceland is about a secret liaison between an Australian-British woman and a married Icelandic man, or perhaps that it is a story of a youth overshadowed by the promise made by this woman and their son not to reveal the man’s identity.
There is more than one moment in life when parents disappear.
I can’t be certain of course, but I believe the first time I met Christopher Currie properly, I climbed on top of him, screeched unintelligible things about life into his ear, and tried to peer-pressure him into sculling down leftover wine with me “for the sake of the party”.
Back on Logan Road the night has broken into blue. Jenny still moves although the music has gone. You wonder how the night has come to this point. How all this has ended up in one street, in one city, in one country.
My first few years of living in Brisbane were not marked with great culinary endeavours.
My experience of reading erotic literature started quite young.
In 2009 I was at one of Avid Bookshop’s salon events promoting Emily Maguire’s third novel, Smoke in the Room.
I’ve written about my predisposition to the morbid on this here website before, so in an effort not to repeat myself, one would think I would venture to new territory, keep it fresh, walk a new path and plenty of other tired cliches.
In the first chapter of You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Dead Marieke Hardy talks about her obsession with prostitutes.
Whenever a self-professed ‘literary’ reader asks me what I study at University, more often than not, I lie to them.
I’m not going to lie; I love this book so much it hurts a little. Our courtship has been brief, a whirlwind if you please.
I write this sitting at my desk in my stifling Brisbane bedroom, the sash window stuck and air-conditioning broken.
This year, because I am mentally unstable, I have decided to participate in NaNoWriMo.
It’s a strange feeling when people you grew up with begin to have children.
At the time of purchase I was half drunk but even then I immediately knew I’d made a mistake.