Born in 1964, Gillian Mears became known to the Australian literary community when she won the Vogel in 1990 with the publication of her first novel, The Mint Lawn (1991). She went on to write The Grass Sister in 1995, which was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize in 1996. and then there was a very long wait for Foal’s Bread in 2011. (See my review). The novel was shortlisted for the 2012 Mles Franklin Award, and won the Australian Literature Society’s Gold Medal and the Fiction Award in the 2012 Prime Minister’s Literary Awards. She also wrote short stories, including Ride a Cock Horse (1988) which was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize; Fineflour (1990); Collected stories, 1997, and A map of the gardens: stories, 2002, which won the Steel Rudd award in 2003. Vale Gillian Mears 1964-2016
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“Ever since finishing my last book, I’ve been thinking of how to begin the next one. Beginning is everything and needs to contain, like the seed of a tree, the work as a whole. And so, what I see is the figure of a man descending (from the sidewalk?) five or six steps to a basement apartment, and he’s halfway there. I know it’s a love story. And maybe there’s a woman in the basement apartment. It’s probably November.” –from Moods
“Going home for holidays I noticed that buzzwords had come and perhaps already gone—nerd, dink—without my ever using them. Editors were forever picking up Italianisms in my writing. Setting a new story in England I began to feel vulnerable. Often Italian expressions came to mind when what I needed was English. Even Italian situations. Often English expressions came to mind that quite likely no one was using any more.” The New York Review of Books
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‘I have strategies.’ He leaned back on one elbow and gestured with the other hand. ‘Three main ones. The first is avoidance. Simple. Keep out of their way. Know the safe places. Know their movements and plan yours accordingly.;
‘Where are the safe places?’
He held up a finger. ‘I’ll get to those. But first, the other strategies. The next is resilience. You can’t always hide. There will be situations in which you are unable to.’ He paused for a moment and his face darkened. ‘Phys Ed,’ he said in a tense voice. ‘Changing rooms. Toilets.’
‘I know what you mean.’
He heaved a sigh. ‘It’s unavoidable. And when they find you, you just have to endure. Don’t provoke them. Don’t fight back. Just put your head down and wait for them to tire of you.’
I swallowed. This school sounded rough.
Ian was looking at me earnestly. ‘You think that’s cowardly? You think I’m weak, not fighting back?’
‘Oh no, I – ‘
He spoke over me. ‘I’m a realist,’ he said. ‘I plan to survive, and move on. I have no desire to enter their primitive battles, to engage with them at their level.’
‘I didn’t – ‘
He went on, finger upheld. ‘And now for the third tactic. This one is equally as important as the first two, in fact it’s crucial, because it preserves morale.
‘Revenge.’ He smiled. ‘Revenge is very important. Without revenge, you go under.’ Cold River Revenge Strategies
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