Thanks, Cathy. Yesterday I got a book from Les, The Seaglass Spiral, the newest novel by Alan Gould. I admire a man who actually has made his living from writing books, something I shall never contrive. Les asked me to read and review the new book, which I shall do.
I owe my acquaintance with Alan's work entirely to Paul Stevens and to Les.
He's a couple of years my senior, gestated on a trawler making its way to Iceland, the home of his mother's people, relocated from Britain to Oz as a boy. He's a terrific poet, and his formal poems most impress me. Despite the vast continent of Oz, he is very much a man of the sea, as am I, although my sea is more commonly the sea of corn on the High Plains. I look forward to diving into this new book.
I really think if we want to write English, we need to know all these remarkable Australians, Hope, Harwood, Wright, Edgar, Murray, Gould. Not to mention all of the unacknowledged poets on this site who seek to join that pantheon. I have tried to serve as a cheerleader to all of them, for Australia is a country of my imagination.
Last edited by Tim Murphy; 08-19-2012 at 02:55 PM.