Thursday, 29 December 2022
Books I Enjoyed This Year
Sunday, 2 October 2022
Books by Friends
At the book chatters group at my local library, where we talk about and discuss books we have liked, or sometimes not liked, I mentioned that I'd recently enjoyed two books written by friends.
Then it struck me that I hadn't met either of them in person but only via the Internet. But writers groups are generally friendly places and are supportive of each other, enjoying each others' success so it feels as if members are, indeed, friends.
The important things though are the books in question. The first was Matthew S. Wilson's Once Upon A Camino.During the many Melbourne lockdowns during the first two years of Covid-19, writers came to together via Zoom courtesy of Writers Victoria and its host Noè Harsel twice a week. Participants wrote for 25 minutes. Some used Noè's prompts, others did their own thing. We didn't listen or critique each other's work but several of us would chat for a few minutes afterwards.
Matthew joined on as many Tuesdays and Fridays as he could to complete his novel and get it published.
I read it soon after it was published. I knew the protagonist, Tom, walked the Camino de Santiago, as Matthew had done some years before, and was doing it to prove his love for his girlfriend to her grandfather. I knew Tom lost his luggage at the beginning of the journey. What I didn't know was that my journey as a reader would be as unexpected as Tom found his walking adventure. I rate books by their un-put-down-ability and this was one I raced through to keep up with its narrative pace. Well worth the read!
I thoroughly enjoyed reading the manuscript and felt she definitely had a novel worthy of publication. But we all know the path to that doesn't always run smoothly so I was delighted when she announced she had a publishing contract and later, Vasundra kindly sent me a copy.
Reading The Secret of Elephants felt like meeting up with old friends. A family story spanning three generations and two countries, I enjoyed the re-read of this story of uncovering family secrets and finding courage. I'm thinking of suggesting a sequel!
Thank you writerly friends for giving me two highly enjoyable reads.
Follow the authors on Twitter:
Matthew S. Wilson @Matthew_SWilson Once Upon A Camino
Vasundra Tailor @vasundrajay The Secret of Elephants
Thursday, 23 June 2022
Mentone Public Library - the Story of a Tiny Library in Mentone
Tucked away in the Melbourne suburb of Mentone is a library.
When I arrived in Australia to live, my first priority was to buy a home and the second to join my nearest library. The previous year when staying with my daughter, I'd seen a sign to Mentone Library but couldn't locate it! I searched on the Kingston website and found plenty of libraries including those at nearby Cheltenham and Parkdale but no mention of Mentone. I guessed it had been closed like so many of the libraries in my native UK. My then local library in North London had been drastically reduced in size and hundreds of others in UK closed in spite of over-whelming public protest.
But once settled (and now a holder of a Kingston Libraries card) a little more investigation found I was wrong. Mentone Library was alive and well, albeit by now sleeping during Covid lockdowns.
You won’t
find it on the Kingston library website because it’s an independent public
library.
On 14th
May 2022 it celebrated its 97th birthday. In its newly painted
interior, a number of us gathered around its brand-new tables amidst the bookshelves
lining the walls and read aloud short pieces of our writing. Some were
published authors, others still dabbling and some yet to commit to calling
themselves a writer; all were made welcome.
Established
in 1925 – making it the longest surviving community library in Melbourne’s
City of Kingston – Mentone Library has always been staffed entirely by
volunteers. Not only lending
books, the library’s mission is to encourage literary discussion, promote local
authors and community events. Current plans include establishing a writers’
centre.
I learned about its history from the City of Kingston’s Local
History website in an article by Grahame J Whitehead. Mentone had a library in
1890 consisting of three room in the Skating Rink with a selection of 300 books
and newspapers. Later, the books transferred to an estate agency as the rink’s
room closed in winter. Lack of council funding and support led the people of
Mentone to set about raising funds to establish their own library building. To
raise money, they held a garden fete to be opened by the governor of Victoria,
Sir John Fuller. He spoke of the importance of education and reading but, he
warned, there were also many books, the trashy shilling shockers, which if read,
left the reader worse for having read them. He hoped the good people of Mentone
would avoid such nonsense. In spite of their endeavours the library closed down
in 1924. Perhaps because those good people read too many shilling shockers.
A few months later a group of twenty-five people met with the
aim of establishing a new library and on May 6th 1925 a temporary library
opened in the rooms of the Rifle Range in Brindisi Street. It boasted 120
subscribers who could borrow any of their 550 books.
After the first ten years 175,000 books had been exchanged,
with the stock now numbering 4,500.
The library moved home to a room in the council chambers in
1955, a time when the establishment of a new free municipal public library was
under discussion eventually resulting in the library at Parkdale. The Mentone
library was struggling and once again moved home, this time to a large
container in the recreation ground. Another couple of moves found the library eventually
settling into a room to the rear of the Citizen’s Advice Bureau in Florence
Street in 1997 which is still its home today and where I made my first visit.
Today the shelves are packed with around 3,500 books bought
with library funds and grants from Kingston City council, a great supporter of
the library, and donations from members and other benefactors. From its inception
as the only library in the area almost a hundred years ago Mentone Library is
now sandwiched between well-stocked free public libraries so this little library
needed to rethink its position. The committee is repurposing it as a writers’
centre and in keeping with that aim, its library stock will focus on books
about the locale, whether histories, memoirs or fiction as well as books by
local authors.
The volunteers kept events going during pandemic lockdowns by
transferring to Zoom and they took advantage of the library’s closure to
smarten it up but it remains a delightful combination of old and new.
The volunteers continue to be its life support as it is they
who enable the library to open to the public. Currently this is for a two-hour
slot from Monday to Friday10.00am-12.00 noon. More volunteers are needed to
help expand the opening hours.
You may join as a member for $10 a year simply by applying at
the library or emailing and bank transfer. If you’d like to receive the
newsletter, email your request.
The committee is planning further events including open mic
events and the library space will be available for hire for writerly
endeavours, whether a short course or for a writing group’s regular meeting.
For more information and upcoming events see:
https://www.facebook.com/MPLWritersCentre
https://mentonepubliclibrary.blogspot.com/
Email: mentonepubliclibrary@gmail.com
MPL is to be found at the rear of the Information Bureau, 36
Florence Street, Mentone, Vic 3194. Plenty of parking in the Coles carpark
adjacent. Walkable from Mentone Station.
Friday, 22 April 2022
Examining the Past and Challenging the Future.
Instead I went on to qualify as a Residential Child Care Officer which later led me to becoming a speech and language therapist. My choice on that day was something I've never regretted. And Christmas at the children's home was wonderful. I still have the card that 6 year-old Fred drew for me. A bright pink panther (Fred's favourite cartoon) with a speech bubble announcing 'Happy Chrismas from the Pink Panter' [sic]
Since those far off days there has been a huge re-examining of children's homes in the recent past, many of which were full of abuse and did little or nothing to protect the children in their care. I trust none of those I worked in were guilty (I certainly never witnessed nor suspected any such behaviour.) I've always believed that abusing a position of trust is one of the worst crimes we can commit against fellow humans. I have happy memories of the children who were in my care but I've often wondered whether their memories are as positive. I hope some of their recollections are but making stable relationships with carers was always going to be hard as they were subjected to a series of people, however good, passing through their lives. And did we address all the needs and the concerns of the children on the matter of their identities? And how well prepared were those entering their adult years? Years on, with greater wisdom, I see there may well have been failures.
Like many people I've noticed how often the killer, especially serial killers, in books or TV programmes and films are orphans. (In reality relatively few children in care are orphans.) I'd assumed this wasn't so much that the writers believed orphans are evil, but that they couldn't be bothered to think up suitable reasons for why a child turns into an adult killer. If there is no family, parents or siblings, no-one needs to be held accountable for perhaps contributing in some way to those crimes. No backstory needs to be written - just some unnamed children's home. But much as I was aware of the unfairness of these portrayals, I didn't consider what that was like for people who are care-experienced. Josie Pearse writes a much more carefully considered article here.
When Rosie Canning - fellow founder of Greenacre Writers and The Finchley Literary Festival - began working on an examination of representations of care-experienced people in literature, partly to address and challenge this issue, I suspect she didn't then realise how this theme would blossom into a number of other projects such as the UK/Australian Care Experience and Culture with Dr Dee Michell.
Their recent online book club featuring representations of care in literature includes memoir and novels.
Sarah Hilary joined the first discussion with her book Fragile, a modern gothic novel telling the stories of two young people who were in the care system and their foster mother.
The second event's speakers were Susan Francis from Australia and Anne Harrison from UK. I was already following Susan on Twitter but hadn't, at that point, read her book The Love That Remains. Anne Harrison and her memoir, Call Me Auntie, was at the time unknown to me.
Both spoke so eloquently about their memoirs and the search for their birth parents, I knew I wanted to read them both. I had been lucky enough to win a copy of Call Me Auntie from the book club which was winging its way towards me, and I quickly ordered a copy of The Love That Remains which I dived into immediately I received it.
The books are very different but have a great deal in common. At the core of each is the writer's need to know their identity. The 'Where did I come from?' Both authors, one adopted, and one initially fostered and then living in children's homes, set out to search for their roots. They search for their birth mothers to learn about their identity and in the hope of forging a relationship of some sort. Both find answers to some of their questions but many are left unanswered.
Both books are well written and enable to reader to follow the narratives easily. Anne Harrison's Call Me Auntie is a factual account; much of her early history is related using documents from her care file which was made available to her quite recently. This is not a 'misery lit' account by any means but some was hard to read. The treatment of the children in one care home was emotionally and physically abusive which made me feel very angry and the scenes with her birth mother filled me with sadness and dismay.
Susan Francis's The Love That Remains tells of her need to discover the truth about her parents. Even though she was happily adopted, her unknown roots left her with insecurities. Here too, many scenes make for emotional reading. But Susan's need to search for the truth about the past doesn't stop with her birth parents. She discovers another awful secret which needs verification, and to be understood and accepted.
Ultimately, both books are journeys of courage and discovery and yet more courage.
To follow these authors on Twitter:
Susan Francis @susanfranciswr1
Anne Harrison @anne4harrison