When Things are Alive They Hum by Hannah Bent

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The beauty and emotion of When Things are Alive they Hum by Hannah Bent starts on the cover with the title. This is a story about resilience and love – familial, sibling and romantic. It revolves around the theme of living with disability and the story contains an unfiltered look at what disability means for both the individual and those around them, including the influence of the cultural lens on disability.

You are magic. Very few people will ever be able to see the world like you do.

Sisters Harper and Marlowe, both in their twenties, have a deep bond shaped by life events, including the death of their mother in childhood, their culture, and that Harper lives with Downs Syndrome and the heart problems that commonly accompany that condition. A delightful thread in the story is that Harper call her condition Up Syndrome and their stepmother is ‘stepmonster’ 🙂

When things are alive, they hum. You can hear it if you put your ear to the chest of an animal or if you lean close close close to a plant. My own hum goes dum dum da da dum da dum.

Marlowe returns from the UK to Hong Kong to be with Harper after finding out her sister needs a heart transplant to survive. When the Hong Kong medical system refuses the transplant due to Harpers Downs Syndrome, Marlowe becomes desperate. She is so determined to save her sister that she fails to pay attention to Harpers wishes. Harper is in love with a young man who also has Downs Syndrome and they want to get married.

It is not a secret that when things die they still hum; it just changes. After the dum, da drumming of a heart, it becomes a feeling that floods the air like music.

When Things are Alive they Hum is a beautifully written and moving story inspired by Bents own sister with Downs Syndrome. Told in alternating points of view by the two sisters, the reader gains a deep insight into their lives, hopes and very different perspectives on Harper’s plight.

Book review: Theo of Golden by Allen Levi

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Self published by Allen Levi in 2023, Theo of Golden is a quiet, slow moving story that holds a deep mystery most of the way through it.

How is it, Theo wondered, that a piece of paper – a letter, a photo, a ticket stub, a sketch, a painting – is suddenly transformed by placing it in four bits of wood beneath a pane of glass? What does it mean that we place permanent boundaries around transient moments? What does it say of humankind that we take such trouble to freeze specific memories, that we devote such energy to capturing and preserving the “minute particulars” of our lives?

Theo is an old man in his 80’s who arrives in the town of Golden as a stranger. After visiting a local coffeehouse, The Chalice, and contemplating 92 pencil drawn portraits of local residents hung on the walls. Theo decides he will buy the pictures.

There is no virtue in advertising one’s sadness. But there is no wisdom in denying it either. And there is the beautiful possibility that great love can grow out of sadness if it is well-tended. Sadness can make us bitter or wise. We get to choose.

Theo purchases the portraits one by one and writes to their subjects requesting a meeting in the local park. He meets them on a park bench and gives them their portrait. The locals leave their interactions with Theo feeling like they have been truly seen. But almost no one knows who he is and he never reveals his surname, dodging any too personal questions.

It’s hard enough to define what art is, much less ‘good art.’ I wonder if there is such a thing. Maybe there are just good responses. But I guess if a work of art makes us see something familiar in a new way or makes us feel something we ought to have felt all along or shows us our place in the world more clearly, maybe then it qualifies as ‘good.’ If it makes us better somehow, maybe that’s what gives it value.

Theo of Golden is a beautifully written and enchanting read (aside from a couple of bumpy spots). It is written in a form that resembles a parable. At its core it is about the power of kindness and connection. I found it a heartwarming story – and may have cried a little at one point.

Writing Life

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Today’s post is a casual reflection on writing and life rather than a book review…

The Hunter Writers Centre hosts the ‘Grieve Project’ annually, inviting creative accounts of loss and grief. This initiative acknowledges loss as a shared human experience, a vital and transformative element of healing. I am enjoying Volume 13 of the Grieve anthology and am pleased my poem about my dog Harper’s death was chosen.

Grief is both deeply personal and universal. Yet our culture often avoids it, treating loss as a private issue to prevent discomfort or fear of overwhelming feelings and the unknown it demands. Ultimately, grief is rooted in love, with its depth reflecting that bond. If you are interested in the project, you can find some works on the Hunter Writers Centre website or purchase the anthology.

I recently hatched a plan for a walking trek along the Trans Bhutan Trail next year and began training with long weekend bush walks. I believed I knew the area where I have lived for nearly 30 years and had covered many trails, but today my house guest, Panda, and I found unfamiliar tracks.

I often feel wonder while bushwalking, and today was striking because I discovered a new stretch of bushland in Warrandyte. We walked through meadows of Bulbine lilies, with Chocolate lilies rising to compete for space, beautiful peas, everlastings, and running postman also featured.

Entering Hutchinson Reserve, the hum of bees feeding on flowering Pomaderris was so loud I recorded it, and I walked sections of the Birrarung bordered by towering gums that were new to me. We passed through the abandoned Longridge farm, where old sheds and a homestead are slowly being reclaimed by nature. The Longridges had views fit for a king. 

13km later, I felt tired and grateful to live in such a beautiful place.

Book review: The Correspondent by Virginia Evans

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The Correspondent is an epistolary novel made up entirely of letters. Septuagenarian Sybil Van Antwerp has been a letter writer since she was a girl. She writes to her brother Felix, her friend Rosalie, the son of a former colleague, authors, newspapers, and an anonymous correspondent – those letter are never sent. Sybil lives alone, is prickly, outspoken, feisty, and obstinate and has just discovered she will gradually lose her sight.

But I think of life rather like a long road we walk in one direction. By and large a lonesome walk out in the wildness of hills and wind. Mountains. Snow. And sometimes there is someone to come along and walk with you for a stretch, and sometimes (this is what I’m getting to) sometimes you see in the distance some lights and it heartens you, the lone house or maybe a village and you come into the warmth of that stopover and go inside.

The reader learns about Sybil’s life through the letters written over ten years. She tells us about her legal career, her divorce, her children including the death of her son, and her two suitors. She has lived a full life with friendships, regrets, love, guilt, grief and forgiveness.

And yes, I will go into the year as you said: boldly, unapologetically, head up and not taking bullshit from anyone with a penis. You seem a worthy person to offer such advice.

Letters provide Sybil a way to connect with people that is within her comfort zone. The Correspondent is a beautifully crafted, character driven novel about finding connection and solace in literature. I read the story on recommendation from a friend – it took me a little while to get into it, but once captured I was totally absorbed.

I have found it to be absolutely astounding, all the trouble living has turned out to be. Things nobody ever warned me about. I wish someone would have thought to say to me, earlier on, ‘Sybil, over and over again serpents will emerge from the bottom of the sea and grab you by the feet.’ Of course I didn’t say anything of the sort to my own children, and I probably never would.

Book review: Perfection by Vincenzo Latronico

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Expat freelance digital creatives Anna and Tom live highly curated lives in Berlin. The novel describes in detail their tasteful, plant lined flat with Danish furniture and time spent at gallery openings, parties, cooking and experimental orgies in search of authentic experiences. They work from home in their flat as website graphic designers, filling their breaks with social media updates – so they spend most of their time online.

They lived in a country whose language they didn’t speak, in a job with unclear boundaries and no fixed hours or base, and which was, to a great extent, subject to the whims of their clients and social media contacts. The environment where they slept and worked, and which they themselves had chosen and shaped, was the one tangible manifestation of who they were. That apartment and those objects weren’t merely reflections of their personalities: they provided a foot­hold…

The couple spend 10 years in Berlin from the early 2010s and we follow them as their friends gradually move away, the city is gentrified, their youthful joy ebbs away and their lives begin to feel empty. Possibly because they are so focussed on their things and their image in the eyes of other expats that they fail to build real connections, not mixing at all with local people. Eventually they move to Lisbon, then Sicily, then back to Berlin in search for what is missing.

They flew, then drove. The sensation of winding their way through the Mediterranean hills with their bags piled up on the back seat immediately made them feel like they were on an adventure; but the landscape gradually lost its splendour the further they drove from the coast, until it looked like any old countryside, which was what it was.

Perfection is a tribute to Georges Perec’s Things: A Story of the Sixties set in Paris. How do we live when we become constrained by our own projection of an image of a perfect life? I was a little surprised that the story kept me engaged as not much actually happens. The reader is simply watching the couple’s years roll by through the disconnected gaze of the author. The search for perfection comes at the cost of authenticity. Read Perfection as a reality check on what is actually important in life.

Comedy review: SLAM MACHINE SQUARED

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The SLAM MACHINE crew are back at the Motley Bauhaus with their new sketch comedy show SLAM MACHINE SQUARED.

Entering pumpkins at dog shows, Michelin Chefs checking out restaurants, haunted houses, gender reveals, and a game show that spins a straight man. Sounds wacky doesn’t it? It is, and it’s an hour of pure fun. 

SLAM MACHINE SQUARED is a show by Sam McDonald, Gabby Angelone, Justin Casley, Lucy Grant, Matt Thompson, Niamh Schofield, Julian Consiglio, Brooke Painter, Tina Dunbar, Nat Vincent and Nancy Curtis. The sizeable crew bring big energy to every sketch in the small space at Motley Bauhaus and the audience were totally engaged. 

The characterisation (and the message) in the gender reveal sketch really stood out for me, but the whole team have great stage presence. The performers jump into every absurd premise with 100% dedication and the technical execution is sharp, with crisp transitions that keep the show moving at a cracking pace. They come across as having a lot of fun delivering the show.

SLAM MACHINE SQUARED is on until Saturday 19th September at the Motley Bauhaus. Tickets can be purchase on Eventfinda.

Book review: Stinkbug by Sinead Stubbins

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Satirical corporate gothic novel Stinkbug by Sinéad Stubbins is a foray into the lunacy of corporate culture. 

Edith had been a copywriter at Winked for seven years. It wasn’t a place where people’s job titles were things like ‘Studio Ninja’, but they did say things like that in the office, and only sometimes in an ironic way

The story revolves around Edith, a reliable and responsible copywriter at Winked. She goes on a three day corporate retreat with other selected colleagues to a place called Consequi, a remote mountain getaway. Winked is anticipating a restructure and Edith sees the retreat an an opportunity to demonstrate her ongoing value to the company.

It was hard not to think of the upcoming retreat as somehow being connected to a new sacrifice. There had been rumours about a restructure for months. Usually when Winked’s CEO came to the office, which wasn’t often, he would strut between desks booming, ‘How are we!’ to terrified juniors he didn’t know the names of, clapping them on the back. Now the CEO just rushed into meeting rooms with senior staff and mystery third parties—crucially, the rooms without glass walls. After the meetings, he would appear in the corridors massaging his head and then would be gone again.

Soon after arrival, participants phones are confiscated and they are subjected to an increasingly bizarre series of activities until workplace dynamics and collegiate camaraderie begin to disintegrate. Soon Edith becomes the pariah and must choose to embrace her otherness or conform. She chooses resistance. 

You’re a stinkbug and they’re worried if they come near you, your stench will get all over them and they won’t be able to wash it off.

Stinkbug is for anyone who appreciates the perversity of the office world and its tendency toward power games, toxicity and psychological warfare against those who don’t conform to the dominant cultural sereotype. 

Book review: I Would Meet You Anywhere by Susan Kiyo Ito

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I Would Meet You Anywhere by Susan Kiyo is a memoir about growing up as an adopted Japanese-American, and her quest to locate and develop a relationship with her birth mother. Susan’s adoptive parents were loving and generous people, but this did not prevent a deep struggle with identity. She grappled with a sense of not being enough. Her biracial roots meant she was neither fully American, nor fully Japanese. 

I was never supposed to tell this story. It is challenging to write, and publicly share, a story with holds a secret at its core. I have been that secret my whole life. 

Once found, the relationship with her birth mother, Yumi, was challenging due to the mother’s own struggles with shame. Yumi’s family initially knew nothing about the existence of another child, and Yumi wanted to keep Susan’s existence secret. It makes for an unsettling on-again, off-again relationship controlled by Yumi who frequently disappeared from Susan’s life, then emerged again as if nothing has happened. 

At so many points during the past forty years, I tried to complete this book. Thousands of pages clutter my computer hard drives and landfills. I was always paralyzed by fear that the actual telling of it would mean an end to my relationship with Yumi. I wrote. Then when I reread what I had written, I panicked and set it aside, at times for months or years. I slipped back into the guise of the good, silent adoptee. Then, the burning need to say “I exist” would overcome me, and once again, I’d turn to the manuscript.

While I Would Meet You Anywhere is an intimate and raw exploration of the emotional challenges of growing up as a biracial adoptee and trying to navigate a relationship with a charismatic and frustrating birth parent, the story is also infused with humour. I Would Meet You Anywhere did leave me feeling sad for Susan who’s simple desire to be truly seen and known by her birth mother could never be fully met by Yumi who guarded her privacy fiercely. I found Yumi frustrating due to her inability to open herself to Susan. She was always holding back, unable to resolve her own inner conflicts. A beautifully written and moving story about identity, belonging, adoption, family and generational trauma.

Book review: The Mushroom Tapes by Helen Garner, Chloe Hooper and Sarah Krasnostein

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I read The Mushroom Tapes by Helen Garner, Chloe Hooper and Sarah Krasnostein due to the stellar lineup of authors, and I was not disappointed. I don’t read a lot of true crime and didn’t closely follow the case of Erin Patterson at the time it took place, so only had a peripheral knowledge of it. Patterson was facing three murder charges – the deaths of three family members by poisoned mushrooms in beef wellington. It was a case of life being stranger than fiction. The trial ran for eleven weeks. 

Basically what we’re doing is bearing witness… We’re bearing witness to a rent in the social fabric and how the law is going to deal with it.

The Mushroom Tapes is primarily a series of transcripts from conversations between the three authors driving to and from the courthouse, in coffee shops, or at their hotel. Each writer reflects on the trial, the people involved in, and spectators of the proceedings. They also contemplate what motivates a woman to kill, whether Patterson did it, and question their own motivations for being there as they grapple with the ethics of it.

I’m thinking about the room we’re about to walk into. The sorrow it contains. Medea is an interesting comparison because, like this, it’s a horror story.

The book provides a different perspective to that shown through a media lens. It is their presence in the courtroom as ordinary observers of all those around them, and their observations of the mood up close. For me it was also an interesting insight into the minds of the three women writers and their relationships to one another.  

Sometimes, as a writer, there’s a detail that you don’t know how to deal with … But if you can look at it the right way, it’s a portal into something deeper and bigger.

The Mushroom Tapes is a dialogue driven collaborative work of non-fiction for lovers of true crime and fans of the authors who penned the book (I am writing this while eating mushroom filo…eek!).

Book review: Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

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In Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, Kathy, now 31, is reflecting on her experience as a student at an English boarding school called Hailsham. I’ve heard very few good stories from friends who attended boarding schools, but Ishiguro takes the experience to a whole new level.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.

In this dystopian story, Hailsham was established to indoctrinate its students to prepare them for their pre-ordained destiny – as clones for organ harvesting (think Dolly the sheep). Kathy has spent most of her adulthood caring for her peers who have become donors. Their unsettling reality slowly dawns on the reader via Ishiguro’s trickle of details as Kathy recalls her past. 

We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

The existence of the Hilsham students is the ultimate form of ‘othering’. They are bred to be sacrificed to extend the lives of the dominant class. The body parts of the Hilsham students will treat life limiting illnesses of the rest of the community – until they expire from losing too much of themselves. The normalisation of this practice is extremely disturbing. The Halisham youth, can, in many ways lead normal lives including having jobs and relationships, but there is a question about whether ordinary life if for all intents and purposes meaningless for them given their destiny, including a short life, is preordained.

We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.

Never Let Me Go is a meditation on life and death, what it means to be human, the shaping of destiny, friendship, the role of art in life and the importance of ethics in science.