Because of the accomodation 'difficulties' at work we have each been rostered a day this fortnight to 'work from home'. But we're not very busy at the moment, so as long as I check my email I can stuff around. So I'm sitting in my jammies, at 11am, blogging.
Last year Peter made me a surprise vest, and yesterday the vest, my body, the camera and Sandra to take the pic finally all came together in the same place. This was the result. Please don't look at my hair - I'm having it done today. It is just horrible at the moment. I am presently having a bad hair life. I said don't look!
Quick, look at this instead. There is something about arans, isn't there? Although they're not difficult to knit they are always impressive. And it's the perfect thing for work at the moment, because we have quite a range of perceptions of warmth in our team, and I'm on the "God, it's hot in here" end of the spectrum. So I can pop a vest on to go outside and pull it off when I come in.
The story of Norma Khouri, the author of Forbidden Love, is fascinating me st the moment. This book, a huge best-seller both here and in the US, purports to be a biographical account of an honour killing in Jordan - Norma's best friend and business partner, Dalia, was murdered by her father because she fell in love with a Christian. Last Saturday the Sydney Morning Herald revealed that in fact Norma is an American woman who left Jordan when she was 3, and only returned briefly recently. No-one in the women's support organisations in Jordan has ever heard of the killing that Norma describes. Not only that, but the FBI has apparently been looking for her, under her married name of Norma Toliopoulos, and her husband over some dodgy property deals in Chicago. So, you ask, why did she claim the story was true? Why didn't she just write a novel?
It seems that the book-buying public will buy almost anything that is 'true', while novels don't sell as well. So I suppose we are also complicit, to some extent, in what has happened. Actually, I don't feel any guilt because I really dislike 'true' stories, being deeply mistrustful of almost all of this type of writing. I would rather read straight-out fiction any day.
In a side line, this morning's Herald reports that several Jordanian women have been given refugee status here, partly on the basis of the book, because they were at risk from male relatives. But it has also been reported that although Norma claimed to have sent a large part of her income from the book to women's organisations in Jordan, no-one can find an organisation that has ever received any.
And why didn't the FBI, her family and people who knew her in the US ever notice her on her various book promotion tours etc? Come to that, why couldn't the FBI find her living (in considerable comfort, of course) in a Brisbane suburb?
She herself has promised she will explain everything, but has missed several appointments with her publisher and media people.
The plot, it thickens... and if she holds true to form she'll have a new publishing deal to tell her side of the story very soon. I can only say "Don't buy the book!"