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I hear with my little ear: Podcasts 24-31 August 2026

Festival of Dangerous Ideas. This festival was held in Sydney between 20-30 August this year. I usually report on my podcast listening, but I listened to Richard Flanagan’s address on ‘Heresies’ which is on YouTube instead. On his substack, Derek Thompson says that Everything is Television today, and the slippage between podcasts and You Tube is ubiquitous. There’s not much to see here except a man talking, so you may as well just listen to it. However you access it, here is a link to Richard Flanagan’s excellent lecture on the power of the Israeli lobby. Good on you.

Global Roaming And while I was at the Festival of Dangerous Ideas(metaphorically), I then listened to Nobel Prize winner and editor of Rappler Maria Ressa talking with Hamish Macdonald on How Big Tech is creating the next Donald Trump. She shares some amazing statistics: 74% of the world’s population now lives under some form of dictatorship, and in July 51% of internet traffic was not human. Of the ‘open internet’ only 25% remains open and not behind a paywall. And as far as people saying “I get my news from the internet”, of every hour of internet viewing, only 15 minutes takes you to an actual news website. She lays out an “authoritarian stack”: Peter Thiel bankrolling Donald Trump and JD Vance, Palantir winning a US $10 billion military contract, and Silicon Valley firms wiring themselves into state power. [I’m starting to be really uneasy about JD Vance]. As with the rest of the world, Australia is prostrating itself in front of Big Tech in order to get data centres, but do they provide sovereignty? [not if we’re just becoming a data processing factory for Big Tech say I].And should the ABC allow Anthropic to scrape its archives in order to make AI more Australian?- the ultimate Faustian bargain. [No bloody way, say I]

The War Game Series 1 The Grey Zone Episode 6 Iran- the hidden hand. This series was recorded in 2021, and up until then Iran had mainly used proxy forces as a form of warfare against countries like Saudi Arabia, Israel and the United States. In 2018 Trump tore up the nuclear agreement with Iran, preferring instead ‘maximum pressure’. During 2019 oil tankers were blown up in the Straits of Hormuz, probably by Iran, and there was skirmishing and seizures of tankers. [Did Trump learn nothing? Obviously] On 3 January 2020, the United States killed Iran’s top spy master, Major General Qasem Soleimani, in a drone strike in Iraq, thus undertaking similar Grey Zone tactics to what Iran was using.

The Rest is History The Fascist World Cup: Mussolini’s Football Dictatorship This episode was actually from their Extras series for Rest of History Club members. Sport was part of Mussolini’s projection of a New Italy. He built new gyms and sporting fields, and mass sporting events took over the existing Church and Communist sporting clubs. At the 1932 Olympics the Italian team wore black shirts, and gained international prestige for their performance in boxing, cycling and soccer (how lovely to hear the Irish guest historian Paul Rouse refer to it as ‘soccer’ instead of ‘football’! Just as Australia has its own football, so does Ireland). The Italian soccer team started headhunting players from South America, on the basis of their Italian heritage, which wasn’t common at that time.. In 1934 the second World Cup was held in Italy, and it was seen by Mussolini as a showcase for fascism. There was press propaganda, the opening of new stadia and the offering of tourist packages. Not many Italians saw the games, but they did hear them on the radio, where the broadcasts were in Italian, rather than in English. A game against Austria was won by Italy, although there are questions about the refereeing and certainly there were South American players on the team, but there was probably no conspiracy. They then won against the Czech team in the final. The Italian team then went on to win the Gold Medal in the 1936 Olympics in Berlin, then the 1938 French World Cup. By this time, the soccer team had completely different players, which is testament to the depth of the Italian talent.

‘Juice’ by Tim Winton

2025, 528p.

An unnamed man and a young girl are driving in a truck through a blighted stony landscape, surrounded by ash. When they draw into an abandoned mine site a man armed with a crossbow forces them from the truck cab and into a deep hole. The unnamed man does not trust the intentions of their captor towards the girl, and Scheherazade-like he tells his story to ‘the bowman’ both as a way of staying awake to protect the child and to gain the co-operation of his captor.

Set at some time in the future, the world has endured a horrific ratcheting-up of climate change and political breakdown. Temperatures regularly breach fifty degrees, and summer is spent underground in dark, stifling conditions, waiting out the months until winter, when it is finally safe to venture out into the open. Society seems to have broken down into small hamlets, scattered homesteads or gated armed communities. There does not appear to be any government, no religion, no music, no civic life. Cities like Perth and Sydney still exist, protected by walls, but they are fetid and dangerous.

As our unnamed narrator tells us (and the bowman), his father disappeared in a maritime accident when he was young and he was brought up by his ‘staunch’ mother – likewise unnamed- in the outback, growing vegetables in irrigated greenhouses in winter when the weather conditions are more benign. As he reaches adolescence he works salvaging parts from deserted infrastructure and taking their produce to ‘market’ where he barters for the things they need from other desperate, edgy people. It is at this market that he is approached to join the Service, a shadowy organization, that ruptures his world view completely. Brought up in an a-historical world, he learns about the phases of history that have brought the world to this point: ‘The Hundred Years of Light’, followed by the ‘Dirty World’, then the ‘Terror’. There were political choices that could have been made in the past (our present) that could have avoided this complete breakdown, and the wealthy descendants of the fossil-fuel executives, financiers and the lobby groups still shelter in enclaves surrounded by a luxury completely foreign to the depleted populations scrabbling to survive ‘outside’. The Service is committed to ‘acquittals’ – a euphemism for the assassination of whole families, including children- as vengeance for this climate collapse.

And so our narrator lives in two worlds: the spartan existence on the blighted landscape and the other world of secret missions, danger and bloodshed. He partners with Sun, and has a daughter, Esther, but spends months away, ostensibly scavenging, leaving his family on the homestead with his mother while he is called upon to embark on this campaign of murder and retribution that takes him to Utah, the Persian Gulf, and to Asia- all just ‘overseas’ places in this world without nations. The killing does not sit well with him, and each time he returns more and more disturbed, only to find that his wife and daughter have left. The Service keeps all of its operatives ignorant of each other and of the scope of their mission, and it is only as time goes on that our narrator learns that his whole life has been much more touched by the Service than he realized.

He tells all this to the Bowman, who he later learns has also been a Service man. Despite their common experiences, they are not the same. Our narrator’s life was saved by ‘sims’, hybrid simulacra who can withstand the heat and deprivation, but the Bowman believes that all sims should have been annihilated while they could be. Our narrator distrusts the Bowman with good reason, and even when I reached the last sentence of the book, I wasn’t sure quite what it meant.

Juice is similar to Cormac McCarthy’s The Road but the Scheherazade structure of the novel, alternating between the telling of the story at the bottom of a tunnel, and the story itself, means that it does not have the same grim relentlessness of McCarthy’s book. As a committed environmentalist, Winton does not pull his punches, naming the present-day fossil-fuel companies that the Service holds responsible for the climate collapse. In just one part of the novel, his religious faith and love of nature surfaces as well, when our narrator meets with one of the operatives who initially trained him. In what our narrator later says was the most interesting conversation of his life – just one- the operative says:

My mother used to tell me that when Nature dies, God dies along with Her… I guess what my mother meant is that without clean, wild, healthy things that can regenerate and renew themselves, the idea of God is impossible to imagine. (p. 346)

Does it matter if fiction is the vehicle for a political treatise? Not for me, as long as there’s enough depth to the characters to make them something more than mere mouthpieces. I don’t know whether Winton completely succeeded in this, but I wonder if his choice to keep his main characters nameless is not a way of intentionally distancing us as readers. I’m not sure that the introduction of the sims half-way through the book worked either, although it does raise questions about the sentience of artificially-created simulacra, and whether humanity’s only hope is co-existence with them, with the nature of the relation between human and sim left unexplored. There is much that he does not explain but to do so would detract from the earnest howl of despair at our present obtuseness that underpins the novel. He does not explain history, or the remnant technology, but this sparseness reflects the blighted nature of this world where there is no past and no future, just the survival of the season.

My rating: 8/10

Read because: Rosanna Readers Bookgroup selection

Sourced from: Yarra Plenty Regional Library

I hear with my little ear: Podcasts 8-15 July 2026

How Did We Get Here? Episode 10 From 2010 to the Present Day This final episode of the series was recorded in February 2026, and it does not include the prsent Iran-US war. In Israel,Tel Aviv developed as a high-tech society, while Gaza was embedding a tunnel economy. Israel did not see Hamas as a military threat. In the West Bank was undergoing (still is) a huge expansion of settler communities. With the rise of ISIS, the pivot to China and the Arab Spring, American eyes were elsewhere. The 2016 Abraham accords ignored the Palestinians, and constituted a big prize for Israel, especially bringing Saudi Arabia on-side. There has been such polarization on both sides, that journalist Jane Corbin and Jeremy Bowen both view a two-state solution as impossible now.

Stuff Matters What a fascinating program. In this episode Ed Conway looks at airpods, or more specifically the satisfying snap when you put them back into their case. They snap shut because of neodymium magnets. Early experimentation with what we now can ‘rare’ earths started in Ytterby in Sweden in the late 18th and early 19th centuries. They discovered Yttrium (Y), ytterbium (Yb), terbium (Tb) and erbium (Er) but there was no commercial use for them. But the discovery that Neodymium makes magnets more powerful has had huge implications for electronics and speakers (hence the airpod). Despite the name ‘rare’ earths, they are not rare but separating them out was difficult until China perfected a way of processing them so that it just took one ‘take’ to process the raw material instead of needing to process separately for each different compound. Deng Xiaoping became a champion of the process and announced that China would become a world leader in the field and he was right: China now processes 90% of the ‘critical minerals’ (a more accurate term than ‘rare earths’). In 2010 there was a conflict between China and Japan over maritime territory and China imposed an embargo on Japan, which reinforced to China just how powerful their leverage was. China used critical minerals in response to Trump’s tariffs, leading to a trade stand-off between the two countries. Western countries are happy to offshore critical mineral production and its attendant pollution to China, until there is a choke-point and then nations start clamouring for domestic production again (until the pressure is off, and then they’re happy to let China have it- and the attendant pollution again.)

The Book Club Episode 7: Frankenstein: Horror, Humanity and Hubris I must confess that I have never read Frankenstein. I didn’t realise that it was an epistolary novel, ostensibly written by Captain Walton, a young and ambitious North Pole-bound explorer, who rescued the crazed Victor Frankenstein. Dominic and Tabitha discuss Mary Shelley and the writing of the novel and the circumstances under which is written, before going on to talk about the book itself. Despite misconceptions that the monster is called ‘Frankenstein’, that is actually the name of the doctor who created him. The book itself does not depict The Creature coming to life. Dr Frankenstein thought that it would be beautiful, but instead he was repulsed by it. In the first chapters the Creature tells his story, revealing a gentle, articulate creature with a moral compass who feels that he is human. He is child-like but springs to violence. There is no physical description of Victor Frankenstein, but we see him as an ambitious, heedless man with a saviour-complex, who takes no responsibility for what he has done. Tabby gave it 7/10, tiring of the relentless self-flagellation, and characters who were representative of a philosophical stance than characters in their own right. Dominic gave it 8/10 as the foundational book of the popular canon.

I hear with my little ear: Podcasts 24-31 May 2026

The Wargame Podcast Episode 2 Truth vs Lies This episode explores a battle between truth and lies that’s threatening democracies around the world. It looks at how information is used as a weapon, not just by hostile foreign states, seeking to divide and weaken rival nations, but also by domestic politicians and other actors. We can no longer agree even on facts, let alone what they mean. “Active measures” are planned to achieve a political goal in a covert way. The measures can cross international borders. For example, in the 1960s the KGB took footage of American racial attacks and used it in Africa to dissuade decolonizing nations from aligning themselves with the US and to turn to Russia instead. We think that misinformation is bad now, but the Golden Age of Disinformation was during the Cold war. Techniques in disinformation include 1. dismissing it as ‘fake news’ 2. Distorting 3. Distracting ‘Look over there!’ Whataboutism and 4. Dismay.

How Did We Get Here? Israel and the Palestinians Episode 7: From the Six Day War to the Lebanon War After the Six Day War Israel had tripled in size. Amidst the jubilation, the Labor government was happy to let the Gaza Strip and West Bank return to Arab hands in exchange for peace. However in 1977 Likud came to power and aligned itself with the conservatives. Arafat was increasingly identified with the Palestinian struggle. Many Arab leaders distanced themselves from the terrorist campaign which included the killing of Israeli athletes at the Munich Olympics in 1972. Egyptian president Anwar Sadat visited Jerusalim and started the peace agreement that culminated in the Camp David Agreement. This took the largest Arab army (Egypt) out of the equation but did nothing for the Palestinians, Jordanians or Syrians. In 1982 Israel invaded Lebanon because it ‘needed to eliminate the head’ of Palestinian terrorism. Originally it was planned to create a 40 km border, but Israel kept going, aided by Lebanese Christian militias who committed massacres in refugee camps. Sharon was deemed responsible for this unauthorized action, which was seen as a war of choice. Features the BBC’s International Editor Jeremy Bowen, and Mark Tessler, Professor of Political Science at the University of Michigan, USA.

The Rest is History Ep. 648 The Fall of the Incas Episode 5: Battle for the Sacred City We’re now three years in. Manco, the puppet emperor, rules over Cusco, his authority bolstered by the concession by the Spaniards in allowing religious festivals to take place (they’d obviously learned something along the way). Mind you, the Spanish comprised only about 2000 maximum in a population of 12 million. There was an illusion of harmony and unity but the Spanish/Inca relationship was under strain because Pizarro was giving away land and labourers to new arrivals. Now the Spaniards were seen as occupiers, especially when they took the women (ah…the old story). There was the feud between Pizarro and Almagro, who was sent off to Chile to find his own fortune. Pizarro was off establishing Lima, but his brothers acted in a particularly bullying way in his absence. Then there were the splits between the Inca themselves as Manco was captured (twice) for fomenting resistance. He gathered an army of 200,000 Inca warriors and laid siege to Cusco in early 1536, taking advantage of Diego de Almagro’s absence. The whole situation was a stalemate.

From our own Correspondent (BBC) May 16 Laura Bicker has been in Beijing where military parades, red carpets and singing choirs of children greeted Donald Trump as he arrived for talks with President Xi. Wyre Davies has been in Bethlehem watching on as runners from around the world took part in the 10th Palestine Marathon – a burst of positivity after the race was postponed amid the war between Hamas and Israel, following the October 2023 attacks. They had to squeeze between the wall and refugee tents, and couldn’t have a continuous marathon track- but they did it anyway. The Venice Biennale and the Eurovision song contest were both founded with the intention of bringing nations together through art – but Kirsty Lang finds, upon visiting Venice, an art festival swept up in a clash with global politics. The Ukrainian pavilion in particular sounds excellent. In the Indian state of Maharashtra, Tanya Datta travels with a young woman in search of her birth-mother after she was adopted by a French family and grew up in France. As she goes to the place of her birth, she finds an unexpected connection. And Megha Mohan recounts a hair-raising journey travelling in the motorcade of Sierra Leone’s first lady, Fatima Bio – en route to interview her in the Presidential Palace.

Real Survival Stories. When I can’t sleep, I listen to podcasts and they usually help me drop off within about five minutes. But I listened to Tasmania Emergency: Needle of Rocks in the Waves and THAT was a mistake because I wanted to know what happened. What a nightmare: two experienced rock climbers climb a slender spire of rock is just 13 feet in diameter and the male climber gets injured, leaving his partner to haul him up from the base of the rock to leave him on a ledge out of the reach of the rising tide, then go for help.

Off for a little jaunt.

I’m over in Singapore for five days- well, four full days actually- so if you’re interested, you can follow my travel blog at https://landofincreasingsunshine.wordpress.com/2026/06/07/singapore-5-june-2026/

But it’s blink-and-you’ll miss it because it’s a very short trip!

Movie: The President’s Cake

This is a fantastic movie. Nine year old Lamia has been chosen from among her classmates to bake a cake to celebrate President Saddam Hussein’s birthday. We do not know what happened to her parents, as she lives with her very old grandmother who has just lost her job working in the fields. Lamia and her grandmother are ‘Marsh Arabs’ who live on the wetlands of the Tigris-Euphrates river system. Even though Saddam was later to punish the Marsh Arabs for insurrection by draining the swamplands, the people of the river at the time of this film have great fear of the President, and Lamia knows that she and her grandmother will be punished if the cake is not made. But where are they going to pay for the ingredients? Her grandmother takes her into the city to buy the ingredients but Lamia learns that she is to be left with a woman as a shopworker and she runs away. So the film turns into a quest to find the ingredients, while at the same time keeping herself safe. I had the same feeling watching this as I did with the movie ‘Lion’ when the little boy is left in the station: such an innocent child in a world where people are so suspect. The end of the movie left me speechless: speechless in anger at the corruption and disparity in wealth between the Iraqi elite and Saddam Hussein in particular, who had not need of this cake; and speechless with sorrow at the ending which made my heart sink.

My rating: 5/5 Really, really good.

I hear with my little ear: Podcasts 16-23 April 2026

Foundling. Episodes 1-3 This is a six-part series, presented by journalist Lucy Greenwell and I binge-listened to the first three episodes. Greenwell remembered a story about a baby that was found on the verge in a deserted lane in her village in October 1987. The mother was never found and the baby, Jess, was placed for adoption. So, some 40 years later, Greenwell goes in search of Jess, and when she finds her, Jess is already wondering about her own origins. Jess does a DNA test, and she and Greenwell go back to the village to talk to people who were living there at the time, and one of the villagers suggests that she look at the young women who were working there as nannies at the time. When Jess receives the DNA results, Greenwell realizes that, as a child, she actually knew Jess’ mother who was acting as a nanny in a neighbouring house. Jess finds a half-sister and discovers her mother, but it is a complex relationship that doesn’t turn out as she thought it would.

The Rest is History Episode 644 The Fall of the Incas: Empire of Gold (Part 1) I must confess that I’m not absolutely clear about the Aztecs and the Incas, and I find from this episode that many historians and chroniclers of the time weren’t either, as similar themes and events occur in both of them. Somehow 167 men overcame 24 million Incans. The conquest of the Aztecs was the model. Christopher Columbus’ monopoly was abolished, and now anyone could go to Hispaniola if they shared the proceeds with the Crown. There were rival, feuding networks of Conquistadors, hopping from island to island. The Incas were what is now known as Peru, Western Ecuador, a bit of Colombia and Chile, and they were completely geographically isolated, and unaware of the conquest of the Aztecs. The leader of the expedition, Pizarro, was illiterate, strong and austere, compared with Cortez. In 1524 Pizarro and Diego de Almagro set off exploring, but they were unsuccessful and then in 1526 they set off again. His pilot Bartolomé Ruiz went further south, where he encountered a raft, laden with jewels for inter-tribal trade, so they knew that there was great wealth in the country. Pizarro was recalled to Panama but he refused to go, and only 12 men stayed with him. In 1529 Pizarro went back to see King Charles V and was given a franchise, but not for Almagro (which was to cause problems later). In 1530 Pizarro returned with 200 recruits, including his brothers and six Dominican friars. He promised Almagro the country of Chile, and Almagro stayed behind in Panama. Then Hernando de Soto arrived with more men and importantly, the horses, that struck such fear into the Incas. They crossed into modern-day Peru where they learned of the Inca empire that the Incas themselves called ‘The Realms of Four Parts’. They did not have writing, horses or wheels; it was a totalitarian slave-based society with no private property. There had been a recent civil war in 1532 between brothers Atahualpa and Huáscar which devastated the countryside and splintered the elites. This was the environment into which Pizarro and his men appeared.

How Did We Get Here Episode 3: From the Nineteenth Century to World War I In the 1800s there was still no ‘Palestine’ as such. The Ottomans saw their holdings as provinces, with no territorial identities. Jerusalem itself may have had only 2000 inhabitants. The province was Arabic speaking, with some Turks, Frankish merchants, migrants and pilgrims and travellers. Jews constituted about 5% of the population and they mainly lived in scholarly centres. The European powers each had ‘their’ group to support. The French championed the Maronites, the Russians the Orthodox Christians and Britain the Jews. In 1882 Russian persecution saw the sponsorship of Jewish families to move to what was to become Israel by rich families like the Rothschilds and Montefiores. At this point, Hertzel began talking of a ‘Jewish state’ but there was no sustained ‘Palestinian’ resistance at this stage (the term ‘Palestinian’ was coined by the Ottomans in about 1850). It was still a farming community, and large Arab families sold some land to Jewish purchasers. World War I saw the area become strategically interesting to the European powers. The Sykes-Picot agreement envisaged an internationalized Palestine, with defined spheres of influence for the British, French and Russians. Mark Sykes, the British Middle East expert, later distanced himself from the agreement that bore his name. Episode features Hugh Kennedy, Professor of Arabic at the School of Oriental and African Studies, University of London, Eugene Rogan, Professor of Modern Middle Eastern History at Oxford University, and historian Simon Sebag Montefiore.

Journey Through Time. I decided to journey through time myself, and went back to the first episode hosted by David Olusoga and Sarah Churchwell in April 2025. The Attack That Shook America: German Spies in New York tells the story of the huge explosion on Black Tom Island, an island in New York Harbor next to Liberty Island, since infilled and annexed to Jersey City. The United States was officially neutral, with Germany still operating an Embassy in New York,but the munitions that were stored on the island were mainly exported to the Allies. Von Pappen, who was to reappear on the world stage some 20 years later was working in the German Embassy, and he set up the War Intelligence Centre gathering information in Manhatten. In 1914 Berlin ordered him to sabotage shipping of munitions between US and Europe, and 200 bombings were carried out. Wilson refused to believe that spies were at work, preferring diplomacy. The sinking of the Lusitania caused strong anti-German feeling in US, and Von Pappen was expelled from the US in 1916. Black Tom Island was an obvious target, but no-one tended to take it seriously.

‘Find Me at the Jaffa Gate’ by Micaela Sahhar

2025, 265 p. & notes etc.

I feel a bit naive. As part of the standard Christmas schlock, there’s usually a TV report from Bethlehem where brief mention is made of the Christian congregations that celebrate Christmas, often supplemented by Christian pilgrims from other countries, most particularly the United States. It has never occurred to me to think about the status of Christian Palestinians who continue to live there beyond Christmas, and how the Israeli/Palestinian conflict affects them. I have become so accustomed to linking Palestinian with Muslim, that I’ve forgotten that Palestinians can be of any religion.

And so ‘Find Me at the Jaffa Gate’ is a brisk corrective to this ignorance. The author, Micaela Sahhar, comes from a Christian family: at first an Orthodox family, then later some family members were born again into a more evangelical brand of Christianity. Following the Nakba her extended family has splinters: some come to Australia and settle in Newport and Williamstown, many others emigrate to America, and some stay. Michaela herself was born in Australia, and does not subscribe to any particular faith. Her father is Palestinian but was born in Jordan, because he was born within days of his family fleeing Jerusalem in the wake of the bombing of the Semiaris Hotel by Jewish terrorists, the Haganah, as part of the ‘de-Arabization’ of West Jerusalem. Just as important in this book are her grandparents, particular Pa and Ellen, who emigrated to Australia as part of the family shift. She has grown up with the stories of her grandparents, aunts and uncles, and great-grandparents, and the photos that testify that – yes- the family lived in Jerusalem, no matter how much their presence and identity as Christian Palestinians has been denied.

This book is a piecing together of the stories of the different generations of her family, with stories and photographs interwoven. She travels to America to meet branches of the family, and returns to Jerusalem and Jaffa to locate the places where they lived, and to find that her family is still remembered by the people who stayed. Palestinians- Christian and Muslim- face the same appropriation (theft) of land and livelihood, and they are subjected to the same surveillance and humiliation by the Israeli military forces. This is a personal, family pilgrimage, but it also part of her academic identity, explored through a Ph D, and so bolstered by subtly placed quotations of historians and activists. I particularly enjoyed the chapter on ‘Mr Settler Colonialism’ where she writes about her friendship with the late Patrick Wolfe, who I also knew, and who died far too young but whose influence is still powerful- if anything, with the destruction of Gaza it is even more plangent.

There’s a beautiful piece of writing at the close of the book where she dreams of returning to Jerusalem, standing in her Pa’s garden and speak to her grandparents:

I would like to say to my Pa and to Ellen that nothing is truly gone if you know how to look, to say, look here, I have built our beautiful home out of words, a house Pa built twice in his life already, first in Jerusalem and then with the shape of his key in the eye of his mind. One day I will…[shout] I am I. And I am here. And when I do, I know that Ellen and Pa will be with me too.

I will shout this at the intersection of Mamillah, and on the balcony of the house my Pa built, and I will give what voice I have to the most joyous euphonia of the Palestinians returning to our once and future home, with the dead on our shoulders and the living in our arms. We will burst through the gates of the Old City and roam the New Jerusalem from the Greek Colony to Talbiyeh, from Qatamon to Baq’a, sweeping south to Gaza and north to the Galilee, and to all the places we are indivisibly from and that are ours. And as I cross the threshold of my grandfather’s house, I will lay my burden down.

And if it should not be me, then it will be another, when I will be an ancestor and those that I have loved will all be stars. (p. 263)

But this really strong, affecting and ultimately defiant and hopeful ending is not enough to overcome my other qualms with the book. The subtitle of the book is ‘An Encyclopedia of a Palestinian Family’, and it does reflect the fragmentary, all-embracing nature of an encyclopedia. But few of us would read an encyclopedia by choice, and this does not have the genre-structure of an encyclopedia: it is not alphabetical, there is no index. There are 48 chapters, between 5-10 pages in length. The chronology and setting skip about, and right up to the end of the book I found myself having to refer to the family tree at the back of the book to work out who this person was because there were just so many, and only a few were fleshed out to be instantly recognizable.

I know that I’ve been complaining about these short, almost kaleidescopic mosaic books that seem to be so popular at the moment, and here I am doing so again. Any one of these chapters, except the last one, could have been placed anywhere, and with each one it felt like a carefully polished piece of discrete writing, almost more like a journal article or the product of a writing workshop rather than of an overarching structure. Perhaps I’m showing my age, but it all feels so filmic and the product and fodder of a short attention span. Perhaps I’m too old for all this and need something more 19th or 20th century in structure, staying well away from anything that has ‘fragmentary’ ‘gaps’ or ‘blank spaces’ in its description.

My rating:7.5/10

Sourced from: Yarra Plenty Regional Library

Read because: I saw that it won the non-fiction category of the Victorian Premiers Literary Awards.

‘The Last Painting of Sara de Vos’ by Dominic Smith

2016, 372 p.

I guess that you could say that if a historical fiction book sends you off to internet-land to find out which bits are true, then it has worked. I should have taken more notice of the author’s note which explains that Sara de Vos is a fictional, composite character. But I didn’t and so, yes, there I was half-way through the book, searching high and low for the paintings that are described in the text, trying to find out more about Sara de Vos, only to find myself directed back to publicity for Dominic Smith’s book. So, to save you the search, Sara de Vos is a 17th century fictional character and the paintings described don’t exist, although there are similarities with the few details known about Sara van Baalbergen. Like the Sara de Vos of this book, she was admitted to the the Haarlem Guild of St. Luke and married a fellow painter. None of her works have survived.

SPOILER ALERT

But in Dominic Smith’s book, three of Sara de Vos’ paintings still exist- but which ones? The book opens in New York in November 1957, as a painting by Sara de Vos is stolen from the luxurious apartment of wealthy Marty de Groot, plucked from the wall above the marital bed. It ends up in the lands of Australian art historian, Ellie who is studying de Vos, freelancing in art restoration as a sideline activity. Her rather dodgy associate, Gabriel, asks her to make a copy of it. She asks no questions about where it comes from or to whom it belongs: she doesn’t want to know. It’s an opportunity to really study a de Vos painting close-up but it’s a decision that she regrets for the rest of her life, especially as her career blossoms and she becomes a noted academic and curator of Dutch Golden Age paintings. After assuming that the copy (i.e. forgery) has been resolved through her own contact- and more- with de Groot, it seems that her indiscretion of some forty years earlier is about to bring her undone as what she fears is two copies of the same painting are heading towards Australia, for an exhibition that she is curating at the Art Gallery of New South Wales.

So what was this painting, source of both desire, possession and trepidation? It was At the Edge of the Wood, thought to be painted by Sara de Vos in 1636, depicting a young girl standing against a silver birch, watching skaters on a frozen river as the sun sets. Through the flashbacks to the 1630s that are interwoven through the book, we learn that it was painted surreptitiously by Sara de Vos, who although admitted to the Guild of St Luke- something almost unheard of for a woman- was expected to paint still life pictures within a domestic setting. She and her husband Barent had been expelled from the Guild for painting unsigned landscapes outside of the Guild strictures and her life is falling apart. She is still grieving the loss of her seven year old daughter, and deeply in debt, Barent has deserted her, leaving her to make her own way.

The book, then, has three intersecting strands: Sara’s story in 17th century Netherlands; Ellie’s life in 1950s Europe and ill-advised venture into forgery and later interaction with the rightful owner Marty de Groot, and 2000 in Sydney when three de Vos paintings are heading to upend Ellie’s career. In places it reads like a mystery, and historical fiction, in other places a critique of the art scene and collecting practices, and an exploration of grief and regret. He writes exceptionally well of Ellie as an awkward, young and inexperienced girl far from home, embarrassed by her virginity and alternately attracted to and repelled by an older man who is interested in her for his own purposes. He does conversation well, and his descriptions of paintings are so crisp that you think that you might have seen them once- even though, of course, you couldn’t have. At times his description of painting and forgery techniques drag a little, but they do pay testament to the research that he has undertaken as part of writing this book.

And what was Sara de Vos’ last painting? Ah well, you’ll have to read the book…

My rating:8/10

Read because: Book Group selection, sourced from Yarra Plenty Library Book Groups collection.

‘And the Women Watch and Wait’ by Catherine Meyrick

2025, 435 p.

Especially in the wake of the centenary of WWI, there has been no shortage of books about men’s experience in war. They’re usually big fat books, often named for a battleground in large letters, with the (male) author’s name is letters much the same size. Women’s experience- especially the experience of women who didn’t go to war but instead stayed home waiting- is less often documented. And the Women Watch and Wait is based in suburban Coburg in Melbourne, and it captures well the dissonance between suburban life and battlefields far away, the agony of curtailed and delayed communication, and the emotional peril of allowing yourself to fall in love.

Kate is a young country girl who has been sent down to Coburg as company for her Aunt Mary, whose two sons have volunteered and been sent overseas as part of the first contingent of soldiers to be deployed. As well as the excitement of staying in Melbourne, Kate is excited that her boyfriend from Gippsland, Jack, has been sent to the nearby Broadmeadows Training Camp, and there are more opportunities for them to meet up before he leaves than there would have been had she still been in Gippsland. Time is rushing on, as the rumours of the trainees’ departure mount, and she is excited when Jack proposes to her. At this stage, there is still hope that ‘the boys’ will be back by Christmas, and there seems such pressure of time to commit, to get married and start up a married life. Jack leaves with his detachment, and Kate is left with her aunt, working in her aunt’s grocer shop, teetering between excitement to receive mail, and yet fearing what news the mail might bring. News does arrive, and she, along with the women among whom she is living, has to readjust her hopes for the future.

I’m probably a particularly critical audience for this book, because as it happens I’ve been writing a column for the newsletter of my local historical society for the past ten years or so that looks at events at the local Heidelberg level one hundred years previously. Just as Catherine Meyrick would have done in researching this book, I’ve followed the local newspapers closely, consciously looking for women’s experiences, reading every page and even the advertisements and classifieds. This has given me a close-up knowledge of one suburb, (albeit a few suburbs away from Coburg) and how the world-wide events of WWI impacted the social and political life of a community. I must say that she has nailed the local aspects, and I found myself nodding away to parallels that arose in her book which also occurred in Heidelberg.

The book is arranged chronologically by year, starting in 1914 and going through to 1919 with an epilogue. It has over sixty short chapters- too many, I feel- and the frequent changes of location made it feel a little like a screenplay. She integrates political events of the day, like the conscription debates, into her narrative and, again, she captures this big event playing out in small halls and conversations so well. I particularly liked that she explored the WWI experience from the Catholic viewpoint, something that is not represented well in the local newspapers that I have read.

It’s a difficult thing to undertake huge amounts of research, then to let it go in case it smothers the narrative (an advantage that historians have over novelists). At times I felt that small local details were made too explicit, but I’m also conscious that I may have read this book differently to the way that other people might read it. At an emotional level, the book rang true with love, fear, vulnerability and strength being lived out not in trenches but in suburban houses and streetscapes.

My rating: 7/10

Sourced from: purchased e-book. Check https://books2read.com/AndtheWomenWatchandWait/ for availability

Read because: I noticed that the author had linked to several of my posts.