(85 cont.)
My grandchildrenz don‘t know how work is, they lazy with Walkmanz and Michael Jacksonz, they no even know how to use knife to stab a soldierz neck.
(85 cont.)
My grandchildrenz don‘t know how work is, they lazy with Walkmanz and Michael Jacksonz, they no even know how to use knife to stab a soldierz neck.
(85) The show was a series of skits and monologues. One man dressed up as an old Greek yia yia. Seeing a man wearing a bouffant wig and dressed in a black dress and fringed shawl was enough to make people laugh even before he spoke. When he did speak in the voice of the yia yia he dropped the register of his voice and frayed the edges of his sentences. In a gruff war-worn voice he said things that a Greek grandmother would say, like: (tbc!)
(73) People that express emotions while reading the news are a distinct breed. Kane liked to complain. His whingeing was a weapon. When he‘d told me about being raised by a single mother, how poor they were and all the sacrifices she‘d made, it was a whinge - that he was at a disadvantage compared to others.
(51) Throughout the night, the young man displayed his three different sexual personae in order of most socially acceptable to least. He had gone from Latino to Phoenician to Muslim and our evening had gone from pre-orgy to story time to chase scene.
(i say this as a yellow-brown person…
…major Asian mother energy 😭😭😭)
(37) A clean house empty of people is one of the great pleasures of life. It ranks up there with having only positive memories of your mother…
Banal, boring and predicable like the lives of the characters. Two dimensional setups, dialogue that lacks any sense of reality or urgency and descriptions that are the literary equivalent of product placement in films. I am really dying to read a great Australian novel that delves into gay themes etc but does not get hijacked by them.
New episode of Book on the Go up now! 🎧 Amanda & I discuss their shock Booker Prize announcement: joint winners, We have thoughts! 😡
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Our book of the week is The Pillars. It's a fast-paced story of Panos, a gay man living in Western Sydney, Basil the property developer, a mosque development, gym junkies and narcissm. Fans of Christian Tsiolkas will love it. 😉
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What did you think of the Booker news? Will you be reading the winners?
Pano lives in a new suburb, helps his flatmate protest against a mosque being built & ghost writes a memoir for his friend Basil, a property developer & show-pony. I liked the honesty & seeing a different side of Sydney. But the tone is cynical & Pano unlikeable: his fixation on sex & appearances - toned bodies, designer clothes - wears thin. It‘s a comment on narcissism but characters so shallow you don‘t get to know them, so it‘s hard to care.