Category: Nonfiction
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On AI Therapy Apps
In my capacity as Prinicipal Consultant at Grand West, I wrote about AI-powered therapy tools and apps for news.com.au – one of the top news websites in Australia. Mainly because I was interested in a) the increased use of ChatGPT as a therapy tool, b) the increasing number of automated therapy apps on the market Read.
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Gerald Murnane – Another World in This One
My Paris Review piece on the now-infamous 2018 Gerald Murnane conference in Goroke, Victoria will be published as part of Gerald Murnane: Another World in This One, papers from and inspired by the conference. The collection is edited by Professor Anthony Uhlmann of Western Sydney University; it was a thrill to be asked by Anthony Read.
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On Anne Serre’s The Fool
I had the serious pleasure of reviewing The Fool and Other Moral Tales by Anne Serre for Music & Literature. Picked up The Fool on a whim (cover got me, and the fact it was published by New Directions), thoroughly enjoyed what Serre was up to, and immediately ordered The Governesses. Wanted more, but this Read.
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On ‘Scenes from Gerald Murnane’s Golf Club’
I wrote a piece for the Paris Review called Scenes from Gerald Murnane’s Golf Club – on the Murnane symposium last December, organised by Western Sydney University. Symposiums aren’t typical PR fodder, but this one was at a tiny golf club in Murnane’s country home-town, and was both a celebration of the writer and, quite Read.
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Update (I)
Breaking from the usual self-indulgent tomfoolery to write an equally self-indulgent personal update – for no other reason than to keep writing. The writing is coming easy. The reading is going terribly but I’m writing a lot. Apart from a few lit journals (which seem conducive to my condition), I have returned to Brief Interviews Read.
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On the defaced
On a recent trip to Turkey I (inevitably) spent a lot of time visiting historical sites around the country and noticed (inevitably) that a lot of the art, Byzantine cave paintings and classical sculptures, had been defaced – literally. Heads were removed and if not heads then faces and if not faces then eyes. Once-proud Read.
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On the Explorer
After Campbelltown farm animals begin to appear in the fields, faces down in the grass. Everyone knows each other; or knows someone who knows each other. Everyone is a recovering alcoholic. Everyone is dead or dying. A woman hasn’t paid the difference. The conductor tells her not to worry about it – because it’s Christmas, he Read.
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On being a question away
[A response to Brad Frederiksen] I wrote, Brad, something of an answer to your question how cool would it be if you clicked on an image and it flipped to reveal the history behind it?, which I know wasn’t exactly directed at me, or anybody else really, something further about the photos that have hung Read.
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On a family mythology
[A response to Brad Frederiksen] What I wanted to say here, and did in fact begin to shape into words, I realised maybe shouldn’t be said – not yet (or, at least, not through this medium) – and so deleted it, thus diminishing the quality of this post. Because of my upbringing (certain specifics of Read.
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On the first day of spring
[A response to Brad Frederiksen] I have deeply wrinkled palms. Have been told at various points in my life that this is a signifier of being “an old soul”. Don’t believe in souls and so had strong feelings this was bullshit. Then read a short story (can’t remember by who, which kind of diminishes this Read.
Tristan Foster 