Hurrah, the day I have been waiting for, as the year is almost up and I had to get on with completing what I set out to do, which was the Franklin level – read 10 and review at least 6.
The books I read and reviewed were:
The People Smuggler by Robin de Crespigny
All the Rivers Run by Nancy Cato
Burial Rites by Hannah Kent
Am I Black Enough For You? by Anita Heiss
Me of the Never Never by Fiona O’Loughlin
The Young Widow’s Book of Home Improvement by Virginia Lloyd.
The books I read but didn’t review were:
Playing With Water by Kate Llewellyn (yet again!)
Hannah and the Tomorrow Room by Libby Gleeson (and Hannah the Famous)
A Fig at the Gate by Kate Llewellyn
Tiddas by Anita Heiss
Writing and reading is so often a one-way street, author writes the book and you the reader reads it, and never the twain shall meet – especially if the author is late. But this year I was blessed with some form of contact with almost all the AWWs on the list (with the exception of Cato (deceased), Gleeson and Kent). This was in the form of emails or twitter conversations, and one face to face meeting when Fiona O came to Quorn last Thursday.
But the most surreal moment of the year was turning up in A Fig at the Gate by Kate Llewellyn!
First published 2013 by Picador.
We humans are so fascinated with murder and murderers. Some of us devour every jot and tittle written by salivating journalists of real murder cases; others love their crime shows, be it Underbelly or NCIS or The Doctor Blake Mysteries. The masses buy the Chopper Read books, but even people who consider themselves higher minded than that are drawn to things like Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood or whatever Helen Garner has spent years researching. Some of us think that life is so tough we only wish for light reading, and sit up late with Hamish Macbeth or Miss Fisher or some old Agatha Christie mystery. As someone sagely put it, “happiness does not sell books; murders do”.
Based on true events, Burial Rites is about a woman convicted for her role in the murder of two men; awhile ago my stepson was put away for the murder of two women. In the year and a bit since this happened I’ve pondered the subject a lot, and have passed very few days in which I did not think about it, and I think I’ve come up with an answer to why we are so interested in it. What we want to know, in a nutshell is, “what drives people to murder?” and “am I capable of doing the same if I were in their shoes?” Sub-questions I imagine Hannah Kent to have asked are “what drives a woman to murder?” and “what drives a woman to two murders?”