Roll out the welcome mat

Welcome, bookbugs and tea-tipplers. Welcome to my new site – Words and Leaves. I hope you’ll take a look around.

Over the next few weeks, there’ll be a guest blog from author Heidi Catherine, as well as reviews of some wonderful books like The Portable Veblen, Hope Farm and Six Bedrooms. I’ll also be recounting my expedition to the Melbourne Tea Festival and chatting with the wonderful tea merchants I met there.

Join me?

I’d be grateful if you could leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Black, white and shades of grey – the tale of two Christmas reads

Christmas is a great time for many things, not least for yielding some concentrated reading time.  Unlike the last few years where my reading has been done in front of a log fire, or less romantically, under a duvet and within (literally) 3 layers of clothing, this Christmas the reading was done sometimes outside on a beach and sometimes inside lying in front of a fan trying to escape the suffocating heat.

Over the break, I read God Help the Child, by Toni Morrison and then The Green Road, by Anne Enright. Literary giants in their respective countries, the author’ pretexts for these novels couldn’t be more different. In Morrison’s book the protagonist, Bride, is ‘ebony-black and panther-like’, to the extent that her own mother can’t tolerate her: ‘It didn’t take more than an hour after they pulled her out from between my legs to realize something was wrong. 

Musings from the WaffleShed – Royal Blood

Review of Royal Blood gig, by Keith Popper

Call me Archie. As Archie I have hirsute, dancing digits that tap on the steering wheel. They are dancing while I drive; and as Aberdonian evidence that women are taking over rock, Annie Lennox is singing her song about walking on broken glass.

Earlier, as Archie, I denigrated a song by Fishbone called Everyday Sunshine. ‘Stevie Wonder did this 20 years ago; better and less obnoxiously’ I sneered. Lennox. Proper music.