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the first monday of the rest of my life

Through this autumn and winter that are now retreating I started writing the novel that I’ve been thinking about for the last three years. It’s not the physics of time novel but it’s about time and it’s also about home and I think it’s about trying to hang onto both things when everything keeps changing […]

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happy new year

It’s 2011. We’re in the future. But it feels just like yesterday did. If the date is 1/1/11, does that mean we go back to the beginning?

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it wasn’t raining in new york ten years ago. i wonder if it is now.

Dropping butterscotch schnapps on the doorstep. Is this the last of my ten-year memories? We didn’t want ten years to go by so fast. They’ve gone by faster than we wanted them to. It seems that soon it will be time to start counting in lots of twenty years. But my memory won’t be so […]

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In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

I just finished In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower today. Just wanted to say. It’s taken me three months and one day to read it, so it seems as though my reading of Proust is getting faster. A bit faster. This book swung between the two poles of Gilberte and Albertine but it […]

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i’m all grown up now

Last weekend I saw my best friend from high school for the first time in something close to 15 years. We had lunch and hot chocolate and talked for hours, but hardly began the process of first remembering our teenage selves and then substantiating those girls we no longer are with all the experience from […]

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another rainy day in sydney

Now that I’m sitting by big glass windows, looking out from the 19th floor over northern and western Sydney, I’ve come to like rain. It darkens and lightens the air and the sky as it comes and it goes. The trees and the horizon appear and disappear and in our empty office the whole show […]

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The Way By Swann’s

I finished The Way By Swann’s today. It’s taken me longer to read than any book ever before – four and a half months – and I am quite embarrassed by how long that is. But maybe the explanation is in the fact that I more absorbed it than read it: paying attention to every […]

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midnight in paris

As I left the house for work this morning it had just turned midnight in Paris. This time last year and the year before and the year before and the years before, I was in Paris. I saw this midnight in Paris. Day changed to day with a night in between. My night. My midnight […]

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Portrait of the artist about 15 years ago

At the end of last week I found a time capsule. It was filled with books: Everything by Scott Fitzgerald. A couple of the volumes of Simone de Beauvoir’s autobiography. Literary Theory by Terry Eagleton. Books on roller skating, break dancing, being a disc jockey. Nattering on the Net: Women, Power and Cyberspace by Dale […]

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last words come up all you’ve got to waste

Ok, I’ll admit something now that I didn’t when I wrote about Pavement last weekend. I cried through a lot of the middle part of their reunion gig. It’s not that unusual for me, my favourite songs often make me cry. At the time I thought it was the time travel aspect of the show, […]

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