Hah! Guess what? The winner of the Pulitzer Prize for fiction is an Aussie: Geraldine Brooks' excellent novel March. I have read and reread Little Women many times, the last only a few years ago, so the back story was fresh in my mind when I came to March last year. It really rocked me, both the cleverness of its premise - the grownup, eyes-wide-open story of what life was really like in Civil War America as opposed to the sugary, sentimental picture of Little Women - and the wonderful cadences of her prose. I loved her earlier novel, A Year of Wonders, too.
Talking of cadences, try the latest post from LeafSalon for a taste of New Zealand writing. (If I want to taste a cadence I will - I may be a pedant but I'm also creative!) I've come over all nostalgic, sitting here in Sydney. I'm not prone to homesickness, but this has quite undermined me. I can hear Hinemoana's voice in my ear as I read - and I've never heard her in real life. Kia Ora, and thanks, LeafSalon and Hinemoana.
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