A sun-filled breakfast at Bills, in Surry Hills starts our 2014 Writers' Festival. Off to hear David Malouf speak.... Whoo! Hoo!
The Harbour today is swathed in mist as the cold air hits the warm ocean. It's a magical setting for this fantastic event.
David Malouf is such an enigmatic, brilliant writer. His interview was gentle, entertaining and inspiring. Hard to believe he is 80 years old.
Had to reread his book "Fly Away Peter, Fly Away Paul"
"Often, as Jim later discovered, you entered the war through an ordinary looking gap in a hedge. One minute you were in a ploughed field, with snowy troughs between ridges that marked old furrows and peasants off at the edge of it digging turnips or winter greens, and the next you were through the hedge and on duckboards, and although you could look back and still see farmers at work, or sullenly watching as the soldiers passed over their land and went slowly below ground, there was all the difference in the world between your state and theirs. They were in a field and very nearly at home. You were in the trench system that led to the war."
"Ransom" here I come!
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