Category Archives: LaTrobe Reading Room

Sew­ing hooves into a jacket

The LaTrobe Read­ing Room at the State Lib­rary of Vic­toria is pos­sessed of such a tran­quil, schol­arly ambi­ence that, in order to remind the reader of the per­fect serenity he or she is priv­ileged to enjoy, it has had to be ran­domly seeded with unoiled chairs which scream at the light­est touch like a bed full of cli­max­ing banshees.

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Tempt­ing hats, kinky chairs and reverse-somersaulting climaxes

I’ve spent much of the last three weeks inform­ing the reader (also the spouse, the neigh­bour and the teen-aged sales assist­ant at J.B. HiFi) of my rev­el­a­tion that before I could type a single word of the grand cli­max of The Last Monk, time would be required to per­col­ate, to mull, and gen­er­ally to walk around parks scowl­ing at ducks in the vain hope that someone would ask me what I was look­ing so thought­ful about.

Quite a bit of time, I thought. About a fortnight. 

As it hap­pens, it took about six hours.

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