The premise of Me Before You is simple: a 26-year-old unemployed waitress becomes a caregiver for a quadriplegic man from a wealthy family. Will Traynor used to be a high flyer: a well-travelled London-based executive with a beautiful girlfriend. By the end of the Prologue, a motorcycle accident shatters his world. Continue reading
Nations line up, bristling.
Everyday symbols imbued with treachery.
A new spring heralds years of destruction.
A sunflower field receives fallen angels.
Nine dashes mark isles of discord.
Lessons learned at great cost
forgotten or disregarded.
Oh, reckless race.
There is no wisdom in these times.
Young men in black
in markets airports subways.
Young men in uniform
aim rockets bombs drones.
From Gaza to the Hindu Kush,
from Dhaka to Dallas,
there is no love in these times.
We live in fear
and turn against our brothers.
Our lives diminished
as we point out the others.
Our priests are on trial,
and we are led by fools.
There is no path for these times.
Too many homes
imploded into rubble.
Too many children
washed up on the shore.
Too many on the roads
with fevered dreams,
garrotted by the past.
Too many futures foregone.
So let us read old books
of fantasy, love and caring,
of gardens moist with dew.
Let us rise against the black tide
of hatred and despair.
Let us build, create and heal.
That is the wisdom for these times.
Let us look into our hearts
and remove those scabs of fear.
Ungird your angry armour
lest you turn into what you fight.
There is more to unite us,
on our fragile blue planet,
than to place us apart.
That is the love for these times.
Let us link hands
with our brothers and sisters.
Show them our love,
listen to their pain,
share our bread.
For violence feeds off itself
until it is quenched by love.
That is the path for these times.
Start right now.
© Gilbert F. J. Van Hoeydonck
20 July 2016
This is a novel I dreaded reading. The story of a young woman imprisoned in a single room, told from the perspective of Jack, her five-year-old son, who was born into captivity and has never seen the outside world.
The person who recommended it to our book group had introduced the novel in terms of its philosophical implications, but I could only think of the depravity underpinning the plot. So, was I able to overcome my bias and finish the book? Continue reading
In the opening scene of The Husband’s Secret, Liane Moriarty introduces Cecilia Fitzpatrick as “a school mum and part–time Tupperware consultant.” Happily married, mother of three, memories of her younger self stored in the attic in neatly labeled plastic containers, checking off tasks as she moves through the day. As readers we know that so much control and organisation constitutes hubris; it is rattling the cages of the gods of narration. Continue reading
As I grew up, my grandfather’s wartime stories became darker and more complex. One day he told me a story he had never even told his wife.
Little did I know at the time that his tale would continue to dog me with surprising insistence, and that moving to the other side of the world would bring me closer to my family’s history in an unforeseen way…
At the start of this year I decided to look into publishing some of my short stories. I signed up for Euan Mitchell’s Digital Makeover course provided by Writers Victoria at Melbourne’s Wheeler Centre and started reading up on how to produce an e-book.
The hardest parts about self-publishing are the writing and the marketing. The bit in the middle, creating and uploading an e-book, is quite enjoyable and relatively stress-free.
There is so much advice out there for anyone planning to create an e-book and I would like to share with you the books that I found particularly helpful.