Sometimes a book doesn’t leave a lasting impression but it leads you on to other things and that can suffice. ‘This book arrived as a surprise from my parents via post. Its arrival opened a door in my mind on how I could perceive writing and reading in a different way.
Some fine nuggets –
“If grandeur gains its power by lifting us above…the scenery of daily life, intimacy drives its strength by focusing on that very dailyness.”
“We do not like to tell uncomfortable truths to other people we know.”
YET something fell apart in the writer’s voice, which on occasion, disrupted my thoughts.
BUT I will hold this book dear, not as much for what I found in it, but for what it led me to.’
Postcard from the Australian Parliament House, Canberra. John Coburn, Death and transfiguration