Monday, November 30, 2009

On Country: Stories of Nyrlotte


Written by Fiona Doyle
Reviewed by Jennifer Kemph

On Country: Stories of Nyrlotte is a collection of charming tales featuring a young Aboriginal girl and her developing involvement in the women’s business of her mob. Author, Fiona Doyle, integrates traditional words from the moribund Alngith language – spoken on Cape York Peninsula - with familiar contemporary dialogue. The result is an authentic link between traditional speech and popular culture. A glossary at the back of the slim volume ensures Doyle’s language choices can be accessible to all and invites readers to consider the importance of preserving our unique language groups.

Each story focuses on Nyrlotte and the teachings of her Granny as she discovers her unique connection with her land. In a sense the stories convey some of the ideas of the Dreamtime, and Nyrlotte is a vehicle through which young readers can come to hear these stories. Her connection with the landscape is profound and Doyle’s description of Ornyawa (Swamp at Wathaniin) is absolutely magical. There is a sense of spirituality inherently built into each of the stories as Nyrlotte learns the skills and develops a deeper understanding of her culture and her role in society.

The title is pitched at an 8+ audience, but I would argue that these stories could be successfully studied right through to the latter primary level. The concepts of development and growth are coupled with adventure and magic to ensure young reader engagement. Additionally, the stories are complemented by a range of line drawings which are elegant and subtle.

Not only are the stories delightful in their spirited adventure, but they are, in my opinion, essential reading for all Australian children in their responsibility to recognise the stories of our Indigenous peoples. I look forward to more from Fiona Doyle and will share these stories with the small people in my life.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

I feel summer coming on...




I woke to a beautiful morning on the Gold Coast. Blue sky, a hint of a breeze and a calmness around.


Frangipanis and Hibiscus always lift my spirits, so when I came across these on my way home from the beach this morning I thought I should capture their simple beauty on camera.
Have a wonderful week!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Wallpaper


I know wallpaper has been making a comeback for quite some time, but the possibilities are so endless I can't help but get caught up in the buzz. The images above are from Apartment Therapy who have featured some fantastic new designers whose contemporary aesthetics are making their mark in design circles around the globe. Check out the feature and enjoy the splash of life wallpaper can bring to a room!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

I'm loving Shannon Fricke's beautiful book Sense of Style: Colour + Space. I ordered this from her website last week and have been consuming every word and image with admiration. Her writing is very natural and the images are divine.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Dusty Days

An eery shade of orange shrouded the blue waters of the east coast.

Mum's Living Room






The beautiful light and shade of Mum's apartment. It's a warm space in a very modern complex. I love curling up on the red leather lounge with my mum for a girly TV session.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The White Woman on the Green Bicycle


The White Woman on the Green Bicycle

by Monique Roffey.


Monique Roffey’s second novel is set against the fertile and dynamic backdrop of the West Indian island of Trinidad. It is a story of political unrest and personal isolation. Evidently, Roffey’s birthplace is today a significant influence on her work and the novel, like its setting, is humming with feminine breath and life.

Cleverly, the narrative is broken in two halves which take the reader from present to past in a couple’s experiences as expatriates, each with a very different set of expectations and attitudes. George and Sabine are poles apart. He is completely comfortable being an outsider in this strange groaning land, while Sabine yearns to understand the people and challenge the status quo. Both halves of the book work well independently as the characterisation is both powerful and honest. The relationship between Sabine and George is fraught with unspoken bitterness and feelings of resentment and loss. Yet, the power of their shared experiences is too strong and intoxicating for any real separation to take place. It is a husband and wife carved into the undulating hills of painfully beautiful prose.

Roffey’s great strength is her incredible ability to bring the island to life. The personification of the hill behind George and Sabine’s home is so convincing it is not at all strange that Sabine speaks to the mighty land before her.
Sabine drifted out onto the grass, staring up at the hill above the house, the hip of the green woman, a woman lying on her side, never any doubt about that. A woman trapped in the mud, half sculpted from the sticky oil-clogged bedrock, half made. She was also stuck. Half out, half in…You, Sabine addressed the hill. All you do is watch. That’s all you’ve ever done. Sit back and observe the disaster going on.

Sabine’s observation of the hill in the shape of a trapped woman is evocative of her own feelings of isolation and disappointment with her lot. As a young bride in the 1950s, her love for George and the reassurance of his three year contract with Forbes-Mason to the West Indies saw Sabine wheeling her green bicycle off the Cavina frightened and unsure.
This passionate novel is a celebration of life and death and love and hate; where human emotions are fully experienced for better or worse.