READ: Family Life. | Isabella Blow and Alexander McQueen: “fashion muse and master – lovers without the sex.” | Remember that having a dad is a lot of work. | Laura Jane Faulds’ first week in London Part 1 and Part 2. | “I used to think, “Well, this is the world,” and the impact I felt was numbed and relatively small. I had armor to protect me. Now I have none.”
LOOK: Tiny, perfect Melbourne home in a garage. | The non-banana part of this tastes exactly like Nutella. | Lilting. | Lea Taleb’s blog is so golden age of personal style blogging, thank you Hannah Rose. | Artist exhibits work in her home. | Birthday Suits (or, feeling okay about nakedness.) | Guest DJ Patti Smith. | Assemble Papers. | Blueberry and blackberry crumble. | The Faber podcast.
THINK: Notes from the milk cave: “Work that doesn’t count as such.” | What we see when we read. | “It’s a warm and nutrient-rich bath between the beach of daily life and the cold, black water of actual writing.” | “Sir, Will you allow me to draw your attention to the fact that in a review of a book by me (October ) your reviewer omitted to use the word Highbrow?”
READ: Moving Helen Garner’s books. | “I know I am not the first woman to ask this, but how can I be both damaged and loveable? How do I become the protagonist of a story?” | Of other people: “she could hear of them with interest, and talk of them with detail, minute, graphic, and accurate; but WITH them, she rarely exchanged a word.” | On being fictionalised: “Because the shock of recognition is so acute, the fictionalized often fail to grasp how impersonally their “personal” material is used—or how minor a role “their” material plays.” | “…as an artist, not having parents is really the jam.” | Nobody’s looking at you. | I LOVED My Salinger Year, read beautifully on audiobook by the author. Excited to read: The Dog by Joseph O’Neill (Netherland is now one of my favourite books); Nobody is ever missing.
LOOK: Downtown in the flesh, upstate in the mind. | Sex and the City scripts. | No black person is ugly. | A very Melbourne experimental enterprise: The Good Copy. | Kettle’s Yard. | Wartime secrets of West End hotels. | Seinfeld episodes.
THINK: Relatability is the shitty version of nailing it. | Mothers aren’t leaving the workforce because they can’t hack it. It’s because they’re rational economic actors. | When writers attack bad PR, the unspoken heart of their criticism is the failure on the part of the publicist to adequately conceal that she is performing emotional work for money.
READ: A strange, beautiful, romantic book: Love is Where it Falls. | For a few months, the New Yorker’s archive is open, free. | People in Places. My favourite short story, and the most shocking, is ‘Wanda is in nature.’ | Virginia Woolf’s idea of privacy. | “The women around him do the heavy labour of making relationships honest and tender, because that’s their position culturally: they’re the ‘immigrant labourers’ in the business of love.”
LOOK: Virginia Woolf at the National Portrait Gallery. | Mrs Dalloway, In Our Time on BBC Radio 4. If you’re not in the UK you can still find the ep on iTunes. (Caution: Melvyn Bragg is ghastly.) | New (to me) parenting podcast: The Longest Shortest Time. | I used to listen to podcasts on the horrible iTunes pod app. Now I use Overcast: beautiful. | Two cooking blogs: Shake Guac and Roll and Mostly Saturdays. | Two perfect photos: 10.45 and Glenridding.
THINK: “…bludgeoning the joy that is friendship into the unrecognizable “friendzone” – a place where it’s actually humiliating to be friends with a woman.” | “It’s such a comfortable pose, gathering around women and deciding what we think of them—hot or not, alluring or tragic, moral or immoral, responsible or irresponsible, capable of consent or incapable of consent, maternal or neglectful.” | How to photograph your kids without revealing their identity.
READ: James‘s Australian Subdistrict Rugby Haikus. | I’m finally reading Knausgaard as he should be read: on my phone while very, very slowly pushing a pram. The best secondary sources: Ben Lerner in the LRB / The Paris Review / The Millions. | Trying to recapture the high of The Examined Life; planning an Adam Phillips binge after his Paris Review interview. | “… the primacy of simple opinion in Rush’s work.” | David Sedaris: Living the Fitbit life. | A brief note about my mother the Comeback Queen.
LOOK: Excited for Serial. | A collection of satisfying plant-based main meals. | I made and loved these caramellos! The “caramel” in particular is insane, but look what it’s made of. | Storing away for the change of seasons: natural health remedies for winter healing. | London’s best park cafés. | My photos from Italy sucked. I’ve completely lost the knack of using my camera.
THINK: “There exists a myth that motherhood isn’t a creative phase. Yet, in reality, you may feel alive with ideas, desire and ambition. It is just that you won’t be able to get anything done.” | Turia Pitt was badly burnt. Her Australian Women’s Weekly cover is ground breaking. I’m trying to be more conscious of my fear and aversion to facial difference; it’s discriminatory and cruel. I admire her very much.
PS: My blog went offline this week after some upgrade thing happened. Thank you so much to Diana for fixing it in about one second! Heart emoji!