Nearly a week since we flew back from Uluru and Kata Tjuta. Words cannot describe those two locations. It felt like I was on another planet. The Anangu people are not big on people taking photos of sacred spots, so I don't have any to share. Came down with the flu on my first day back at work. I've been watching the DNC from my couch instead. Books read: - Caledonian Road by Andrew O'Hagan. Excellent novel that captures London right now. - The Mercy of Gods by James S A Corey. Yes, the duo have a new sci fi trilogy. I loved it.
Yeah, sorry Foveaux. I hadn't realised just how much they don't welcome photographs until I arrived. Many of the locations are sites of cultural practice and a guide on one of the tours made it clear that it would not be respectful to take photographs. In the end it just became easier to leave the phone in my pocket. I felt like I got more of the experience by doing so, as well. Kata Tjuta in particular was transcendent.
Appreciate the recommendation. It struck me as "The Expanse meets The Tripods."- The Mercy of Gods by James S A Corey.
Ah, the Tripods Trilogy. Such sweet memories. Did you ever read The Death of Grass by the same author?
Oddly enough, never even heard of it, despite my love for Cornell Wilde. Here's what's funny. I read all the John Christopher I could find when I was a kid. Which meant The Tripods, Empty World and Fireball because the school library was run by a devout Mormon who hid all sci fi and fantasy as aggressively as she could. For some reason she disallowed me to do a report on Joan of Arc, despite the book being in her library, and forced me to do one on Brigham Young instead (this was not beneficial to my attitude towards the LDS Church in general or Mormons in particular). So I was this many years old when I not only found out about Death of Grass but that Fireball is the first in a trilogy. I wouldn't have even known about The Tripods if they hadn't been serialized in comic form in Boy's Life.
Man, I loved Empty World. Read it so many times. I grew up in the bush, with no neighbours, without electricity. Never travelling anywhere except the closest country towns. But every time I read Empty World it was as though I was travelling overseas. The way John Christopher described London I felt I knew it better than Melbourne. He also had a knack for writing protagonists who had a strong streak of bastardry in them. It was refreshing to read as a kid.