The bedside bookstack –August 2025

For Life by Ailsa Piper, Allen & Unwin, 2024

This is a memoir of grief and loss. Ailsa Piper loses both her husband and father and you’ll be left to wonder how so much loss and the life which follows, can read so beautifully.

After recently losing my mum, I’m not sure why I picked this up, if it was pressing a bruise or permission to feel and find common ground with others who are mourning. Reading it, there was the realisation again that life and loss co-exist, neither one of them stopping to respectfully give way to the other.

The Spare Room by Helen Garner, Text Publishing, 2008

Another memoir about dying. I wasn’t deliberately picking them up, I promise, but just like the parent-dying movies which came my way, I didn’t avoid them either. This is Helen Garner’s account of her terminally ill friend coming to live with her to do a series of dubious Vitamin C treatments which promise to heal her.

It’s Garner, so we know that no one will be spared from the truth of ungenerous feelings, how slow death can be, how caring for the sick can be maddening and how even in the face of mortality we can bicker and be our own human selves.

Fine just the Way It Is by Annie Proulx, 4th Estate, 2008

Apart from two satires about the devil which didn’t really land with me, this is typical Annie Proulx short story territory – the landscape is always there, never a bit player, constantly bending characters into and out of their own shape, the lives are small and often short and the writing is of course, sublime.

An Academic Affair by Jodi McAlister, Allen & Unwin, 2025

Sadie and Jonah have been at uni together for 15 years. There’s always been a rivalry between them intensified by his little rich boy status and her battler background. This amps up as their academic careers progress and they compete for the same few positions. Then a partner-hire position comes up in Tasmania and they could both have it if they can make people believe that they’re a couple.

This was as much about the current precarious state of universities as it was an academic romance. It was also a break from everything being so big and hard and assured like in the Ali Hazelwood STEM romances I’ve been reading – nothing wrong with that. It’s just nice to know that enemies can find their way to lovers even when they’re not an Alpha male with Adam Driver proportions.

Butter by Asako Yuzuki, 4th Estate, 2024

Rika is a journalist for a men’s magazine. She works hard and is determined to get an interview with Manako Kajii, the infamous murderer who is accused of seducing three men with her cooking and killing them. The pair initially start writing letters, discussing food and recipes. Then Rika starts to visit and have a gastronomic awakening.

As with a few of the other Japanese books I’ve read over the past few years, there is the constant and suffocating expectations and lack of opportunity around what kind of woman you can be. I wanted to love this. I wanted to support its critique of societal expectations for women and of course I wanted to join all the millions of international readers who turned it into a best seller but I kept falling asleep when I picked it up and never finished.

Her Body & Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado, Serpent’s Tail, 2017

A collection of short stories, some almost from a dreamscape. The back cover bestows a lot of adjectives – unique, original, genre-demolishing, sensual and wild. There was a particularly prescient story of a modern plague society which would’ve been written and published before we’d even heard of COVID 19.

I didn’t read them all. There was a bleakness and darkness that was too much for me right now. It seems I can do memoirs about death but not general societal sadness.

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The bedside bookstack – September 2020

What I’m reading and what’s gathering dust on the bedside bookstack this month.

Educated by Tara Westover, Penguin, 2018

I couldn’t put this book down. It was me at the height of my voyeurism, gob-smacked at a glimpse into lives I can’t even imagine living. And that’s what books are for right, to take us somewhere else completely and allow us exposure into other pockets and corners of the world?

This is a memoir about growing up with a radical survivalist father, a violent brother and no formal education. It made me furious about these men who hold their family to ransom with their ideology and convictions and the social system that allows them to have that hold and sway over the people they love.

I’m so glad she wrote this so I could read it. But I always wonder about these translators, what is the cost in the end? She constantly weighs up the cost of splitting from her family which is huge enough but to then make that story public and for it to become a bestseller, I worry about the personal fall out.

Richard Fidler has a great chat with her on this Conversations episode.

In the Time of Foxes by Jo Lennan, Scribner, 2020

It wouldn’t be a bookstack without an anthology of short stories. These stories move from London to Wollongong to Moscow and even Mars. They follow people who are close but growing apart and strangers whose lives overlap even if it’s only for short time.

And always there’s the fox loosely linking one story to the next – as a painting on a wall, a personal characteristic or a real live animal digging up a backyard.

The End of the Ocean by Maja Lunde, Scribner, 2019

This is the first climate fiction book I’ve read and I didn’t even know that’s what it was when I borrowed it. What to say about this genre? It’s important but uncomfortable to read because the facts aren’t good and the future scenarios are even worse. I hate to admit but after reading the news and working all day, eternal drought and water shortage are a tough bedtime read.

However, once I got into it, I found that that characters and the story distracted me from the doom of their surroundings.

This is two concurrent stories, one in 2017 and the other in 2041. The present follows Norwegian activist Signe as she takes part in her final protest which is both personal and environmental. She sails on her boat – the same boat that David and his daughter find in 2041 as they search for family and a future in a dry landscape where anyone who is left is searching for the same things too.

I’m thinking of ending things by Iain Reid, Text Publishing, 2016

I don’t usually read books that are scary but I read a good review of this one and also saw that Charlie Kaufman had made a version of it for Netflix. It’s the insanely tense story of an unnamed narrator and her boyfriend, Jake, as they go to visit his parents in a remote rural town.

In between the chapters there is dialogue from locals alluding to a gruesome crime. The build up is creepy and everything is just a bit off. The visit to the parent’s farm is weird and then they get caught in a snowstorm on the way home.

I didn’t finish reading it. I do most of my reading at night and I got genuinely spooked. I did skip to the end though…in the daytime and I was confused. Reviewers of the Netflix series said a similar thing.

I’ll leave you to read it in full, piece it together and get back to me.

Upstream by Mary Oliver, Penguin Press, 2016

Who doesn’t need Mary Oliver and her words by their side at the moment?

This one’s still on my pile from the June bookstack, the July bookstack, the August bookstack and will likely remain there into the future. There are some books that stay on the stack not because they’ve been forgotten and are a ‘should’, but because their presence is a reassurance.

Upstream is a book of essays rather than her usual poetry and they are perfect to dip in and out of. Her poetic reflections always slow things down to a pace we’re probably meant to be moving at anyway.

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, Penguin Books, 2004 (written sometime AD 121 – 180)

Will I ever read this book? This has been sitting at the bottom of the pile for a long time now. Even though I feel like I could and should be someone who reads Roman philosophy, it hasn’t happened thus far when I’m tired and have an o-so-finite reading window before I fall asleep.

I can’t quite give up on it yet though. I feel like there’s something in there for me, if I could just stay awake.

What to read and why by Francine Prose, Harper Perennial, 2018

Still haven’t read it, though my intentions from last month and the months before are the same:

When I read Francine Prose’s Reading like a writer, I fell even more in love with reading and writing. I walked away with a new list of recommended writers that I can’t believe I’d lived without, including Grace Paley and the Canadian short story writer Mavis Gallant.

I haven’t started this yet, but I’m hoping for the same sublime experience.

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