This is a beguiling memoir. I found the first few pages difficult, but was soon inveigled in to share the author’s process of writing. Along with this Jane discusses meditation and spirituality: trading beauty for anxiety, mirroring to me my volatile internal weather, and reminding me I’m not alone in it. She’s not tempted by consumer goods feeling comfortable only in bookshops, and points out that writing is a deeply de-civilising process caveat scriptor. Uncertain whether what she needs is a writing coach or a spiritual director, Jane opts to settle for a pinot now and a resolution to look later at whether I mean what I write.
I especially loved the Canterbury setting, with mentions of places I’m familiar with. Jane even went to meditate at Ballarat University, where my brother used to teach.
“This author is a skilled inciter
her book would interest any writer.”