Kudos cocktails

Hey, Hunted Down and Other Tales, my odd little book of remixed Marcus Clarke short stories is a finalist in the Australian Graphic Design Association's annual awards for 2016.

To make this book possible, I was joined by editor Aimée Lindorff and designer George Saad. And it's George who really deserves the lion's share of the credit here. His attention to detail, mimicking nineteenth century books, circus, posters, beer labels, and newspaper clippings is impressive enough without also upending standard book design conventions into a reading experience that goes well beyond the ordinary.

My celebratory cocktail of choice was a variation on the Old Fashioned:

  • 2 oz rye whisky
  • 1/4 oz simple sugar syrup
  • a dash of Angostura bitters

Stir in a mixing glass with ice. Strain into a rocks glass with a large ice cube. Garnish with lime peel.


Being Fictionalised

In his maybe questionable wisdom, Matt Finch has chosen to turn an interview with me about life, the universe, and remixing 19th century literature into a miniature epic featuring actual details about the origins of my name, silver spoons and the climate of the current (and at this point still unresolved) Australian election. 

Matt is the Creative in Residence at the State Library of Queensland (even though "creative" is not a noun) and a project worker at British Library Labs.

Read his story, For the Term of His Natural Life here.


“Groth. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that surname before.”

“It’s Prussian.”

“Right. Cool.”

“Matthew Finch is a bit generic Anglo.”

“Yeah, there are a few of us scattered around. Sometimes we get each other’s email when someone makes a typo. And I’m always being mistaken for someone else. I’ve got one of those faces as well as one of those names.”

“You ever Google yourself? My brother and I have a podcast. We were looking for names and found a Groth Brothers Chevrolet dealership in California. It thrived for three generations, then the last ones ran it into the ground. But my brother and I stole their name for our podcast: it's called The Fireproof Garage." 

I laugh.

"There was a Simon Groth in nineteenth century Copenhagen. I found him online too. He was an assayer of silver. But you mostly find his mark on cutlery, nothing else. I bought one of his spoons. Anyway…”

I’m just making small talk; Simon Groth really wants to show me this thing he’s invented. He works at Australia’s Institute for the Future of the Book. They resurrect classic Aussie authors on social media. They make hard copies of shared documents with tracked changes. But Simon tells me his new project is in another league entirely.


Read on.

What we see in the mirror

Upon seizing office in September last year, the latest person to join the Australian Prime Ministerial conga line said these words: "there has never been a more exciting time to be an Australian". I can only assume they were said sincerely.

At the time, I was hard at work remixing short stories originally written by Marcus Clarke and what became clear to me from this reading was how exciting it must have been to be an Australian in the 1870s. Clarke captured a nation in emergence, full of wide-eyed optimism and youthful vigour: a collection of colonies and a nascent culture that yearned not just for nationhood, but for greatness. But it was also a culture that carried dark stains and its aspirations in the near century and a half since have been offset and gnawed at by an instinctive and unthinking pettiness.

I had also, perhaps not coincidentally, developed an obsession with an extraordinary song called Definitive History by Augie March, where lyricist Glenn Richards deals directly with these same ideas. It's an angry song, no question, but its aesthetic is more of an anger that has burned out, an exhausted shell of despair.

In the final story from Hunted Down I imagine a scenario in which Clarke berates me for having the temerity to modify his excellent work. The story gave me the opportunity to try and capture what the most exciting time to be an Australian feels like from the inside.

With the words of Clarke and Richards swirling in my head, this is what I came up with.

To quote:

I wanted to think I might have touched a nerve, shared the sadness and mourning for a nation that has lost its innocence, but learned too little in the process. This is what had been gnawing at me ... What did Clarke observe about who we were and what does it say about who we’ve become? We shrink in meek obedience in the face of authority, even as we pull faces behind its back. We’re bold only with a bellyful to beat to submission anyone on a lower rung. We are relaxed and friendly (we lie to ourselves), but only for the right kind of visitor. And at the same time, we refuse to acknowledge the festering wounds of our own dispossession. We glorify the ordinary as though it’s an end in and of itself. We aspire to be aspirational, not once pausing to wonder why the elites loudly denounce “elites” in our ears while they make craters in the very bush Clarke celebrated and burn its earth for a few more dollars. We pave over anything undesirable and build a complex on its plot; the property values are too good to waste. We goad the gullible to hate, then throw our hands up in despair when the inevitable blood returns to us. Always someone else can carry the blame. The rats of the culture wars wrestle in filth for the right to some kind of Australian soul. And in the mirror we see only the worst of ourselves. 

Hunted Down is available now for the small price of one shilling (currency and inflation adjusted).