When I was eight, my father took me (just me) on a four-wheel-driving trip with his cousins and their friends. Kathleen, my third cousin, and I sat in the back of one dusty, muddy Landcruiser after another as we drove along, used to the bumps and the crackle of the CB radios, colouring in our… Continue reading How does your garden grow?
There?s a buzz in my head?a cloudy, impatient fuzz. It gets like this if I don?t write for a couple of weeks. It usually begins with minor restlessness, often presenting itself as wanting to go out and party, wanting to have sex, wanting to imbibe substances or drive a little bit too fast. Pretty soon… Continue reading Under streetlights
I had a bath this morning, after sleeping like the dead and waking with the impression of crumpled linen on my face. The water was as hot as I could possibly stand and buried under clouds of white lavendar foam. With the bathroom door wide open, the back door ajar, the stereo full volume and… Continue reading Peeled, uncurling
I’ve taken to getting up early and studying before midday. (‘Early’ being between 8am and 9:30am, and trust me, this is impressive.) I usually get an chapter or two of some convoluted postcolonial theory read, shoot off a couple of emails, find an article on the university databases and scribble a couple of paragraphs about… Continue reading The thing about The West Wing…