Tag Archives: Fiction

On The Beach

I recently re read Nevil Shute’s 1957 post-apocalyptical novel On the Beach, and watched the 1959 movie of the same name. I last read the book 50 years ago. The story details the responses of a diverse set of characters living in Melbourne as deadly radiation from a northern hemisphere nuclear war approaches – withContinue reading “On The Beach”

The Last Time She Saw Him

Lucy watched the peeling paint shower like pale yellow snowflakes from the inside of her bedroom door as it vibrated from an intentional violence. He could not have meant what he had done. Once the black cloud had lifted, as it always did, he would come to his senses and beg mum for forgiveness. FullContinue reading “The Last Time She Saw Him”

On Reasons to Write

In the early months of 2020, Australia- where I live- experienced its worst ever bush fires. Climate scientists agree that climate change has made the fires more frequent and more intense than they might otherwise have been. Yes, the sunburnt country has always experienced bushfires, but nothing with the ferocity we witnessed this year. IContinue reading “On Reasons to Write”

The Value of Not-Knowing

As a young man I enjoyed reading and studying. I was curious and wanted to ‘know things’: I wanted to know about people; I wanted to know about how the world worked; I wanted to know about how we could make the world a better place; and I want to know about myself. As anContinue reading “The Value of Not-Knowing”