Since I’m not really sure what constitutes ‘the Real Deal’ – and I’m not sure Boudinot does either – it’s hard to understand who’s qualified to bestow this title on a pupil. In writing school, I sat in three years’ worth of novel classes. Some of my peers went on to have their manuscripts published. Some of them are still redrafting their work. Some abandoned their projects. There were YA writers, crime writers and Richard Ford-style minimalists. Some students were prolific; others (like me) were painstakingly slow. I didn’t care for everybody’s writing, and I’m sure plenty of people didn’t care for mine. There was a lot of talent and hard work. But looking back, I have no idea who, if any of us, could be considered ‘the Real Deal’ – or if such a thing exists.
Cricket has been embraced by both sides of the political divide, but it’s no coincidence that the greatest book ever written on the subject was authored by a man of the hard left, the late great Trinidadian Marxist writer and historian C.L.R. James.
The Perth Writers Festival was characterised not only by a joy at reading and creative endeavour, but also by anxieties about, firstly, the perennial theme of what-Australia-is, and secondly, humanity’s uncertain future.
The Barangaroo Delivery Authority claims the development is ‘adding a brilliant new dimension to brilliant Sydney.’ Though if the Shademaster is planted, the effect will prove the opposite of this vision; the character of the landscape will be as Sydney-like as the casino at Barangaroo South is ethical.
The interesting thing about living in an ideologically ‘post-racial’ society – which is nevertheless dependent to the extreme on structures and practices of racism and racial violence – is that talking about racism is equivalent to perpetuating it.