THE NOVELIST AS ISLAND
This piece just published in
The Island Review
reflects on the essentially
island-like state of the novelist, and asks whether it is possible to survive
the demands and pressures of the digital present without either giving up or
dumbing down. It also indulges my love of the poetry of the Beaufort Scale.
The island in the photograph is West Island, off Rosetta Head in the Fleurieu
Peninsula, South Australia. The island was mined for granite to provide the
foundations for South Australia's parliament house.
The Novelist As Island
can be read