Hello again from the Sunny Coast. Here we are more than half way through the year and I am wondering how the months have passed so quickly. People say time goes faster as you get older – perhaps they are right. I would say it goes faster as you get busier. This has certainly been an active period for me, and I have to say I have enjoyed every moment of it.
Most especially, the Memoir Classes I have been running. The five week course is now completed and what a great group of people came to take part. There have been so many interesting and varied stories it has been a pleasure to hold the classes. If success can be counted by people’s reluctance to end the classes, then they certainly were a success. The Monday class will be continuing once a month so that we keep in touch and continue writing. The next course will begin in September, so check the dates on my Speaking page and if you have a story to tell, get in touch and join me as we bring your story to life.
This month held some anxious moments as it finally came time to connect to the NBN. Like most of us, I have heard horror stories of people losing their phone connection for days or even weeks. Because we live in a retirement village with a back to base security system which has to be connected 24/7, these stories caused some concern. Fortunately they did not come to pass and the switch over went seamlessly from one system to another. But it did make me think of how reliant we have become on technology and reminded me of some words from a book I read some years ago by author Liz Byrski:
“Getting On: Some Thoughts on Women and Ageing.”
When I rage against the tyranny of technology, its capacity to dehumanise us, occupy hours of precious time and generate infuriating telephone conversations with technical support, I try to remember that as I age it is technology that will allow me to see and speak to friends and family as often as I wish. I’m among the first generation of parents and grandparents for whom all this is a possibility.
Everything comes at a price doesn’t it? And the ease of communication that we take for granted today is certainly worth the occasional irritation. I would hate to go back to the days when we were reliant on snail mail or costly trunk calls to keep in touch with friends and family overseas. All this is by way of introduction to this month’s book review. July began very pleasantly with the arrival in my post box of Liz Byrski’s new novel which I had won as a prize.
If anyone has set the benchmark for authors who write for women about women, it is this Western Australian writer. I have been an admirer for many years, so I was excited to receive my copy of her latest book A Month of Sundays.
This is a book that will especially appeal to women in their senior years - a time when many of us spread our wings, make a sea change, discover that it is not too late to begin different things and take on new challenges. So it is with the four women in this book.
All long time members of an on-line book club, they have never met in person so when an opportunity comes to spend four weeks in the Blue Mountains it is too good to pass up. With a cosy cottage, scenic surroundings, books to share and the company of other women, it is indeed an idyllic prospect. But there are untold issues for each of them as they are at a crossroads in their life. How the four women deal with these issues and develop a strong support of each other as their friendships deepen, provides a story filled with sensitivity and understanding. Light-hearted and full of warmth, it is the kind of book we have come to expect from Liz Byrski and she doesn’t disappoint. Her characters are, as always, very human with their quirks and flaws so you can believe they are drawn from life. The town of Leura in the Blue Mountains comes alive and one can almost feel the winter mist and clean fresh air. This book left me with a longing to back there once again and to join the Sunday Book Group.
Thank you Liz for another story that warms the heart and leaves us with the thought that it’s no bad thing to be in the autumn of our life – there is still plenty to enjoy.
That’s all from me now – see you next time.