Thursday, 28 August 2014

Currently we are conducting classes in the cafe of the Fremantle Arts Centre. This is in order to keep the class fees to a minimum as we realise writers/poets are not always that flushed with funds. Our new venue is also a temporary measure to combat the ever-increasing rent rises imposed by the FAC.  Shane McCauley and Helen Hagemann as tutors could not see their way clear to keep absorbing the high rent increases. The rent being one third of the takings. Therefore the Poetry and Prose classes have moved to the cafe, a more intimate space in the small cafe room. We hope that this will suffice until a more suitable venue can be found. We are looking at other venues, so Writing at the Centre may become Writing at Victoria Hall, or Writing at the Grove.
Stay tuned!

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

  Prose Class with Helen Hagemann on Friday, 22nd August at 10.00am. Class to read excerpts from Nick Earls’ Zigzag Street.  Writing Exercises and discussion will revolve around creating the light and poignant elements in your novel, narrative or short story. 

Venue: Fremantle Arts Centre
Cost: $25 OOTA $30 Non-OOTA

Nick Earls (born 8 October 1963 in Newtownards, Northern Ireland) is an award-winning novelist from Brisbane, Australia. He writes humorous popular fiction about everyday life, and is often compared to Nick Hornby. (These days the genre is called “Lad Lit” as opposed to “Chick Lit.”) The majority of Earls' novels are set in his hometown of Brisbane, a fact which led to his high local profile, and his fronting of a major Brisbane tourism campaign. Zigzag Street, his second novel, won the Betty Trask Award in the UK 1998 (sharing with Kiran Desai's Hullaballoo in the Guava Orchard) and Perfect Skin was the only novel nominated for an Australian Comedy Award in 2003. 48 Shades of Brown was awarded Book of the Year (older readers) by the Children's Book Council of Australia in 2000, and in the US it was a Kirkus Reviews selection in its books of the year for 2004. 48 Shades of Brown and Perfect Skin have been adapted into feature films, with Solo un Padre, the film adapted from the Italian edition of Perfect Skin, a top-ten box office hit in Italy in 2008. 48 Shades of Brown, Zigzag Street and Perfect Skin have all been successfully adapted for theatre, and the Zigzag Street play toured nationally in 2005. The True Story Of Butterfish was also performed as a play. He recently published a collection of stories Welcome To Normal.
    Zigzag Street is a classic tale of a 28 year-old Richard Derrington living in inner-city suburban Red Hill, Brisbane. There are some serious laugh-out-loud moments and a male take on the whole dating/relationship scene. Recently dumped by his long term girlfriend Anna, he lurches from one debacle to another as he struggles to come to terms with his bachelor life. In between 'renovating' the home that belonged to his recently deceased grandmother, Rick falls for his boss Hilary, plays bad tennis with his best mate Jeff, and tries his best to care for Greg, his late grandmother's stubborn ginger cat. He eventually meets up with Rachel Vilikovski which gets off to a bad start with his uncontrollable, bowel gas.

Sunday, 3 August 2014

















Helen Hagemann’s Prose class resumes at the Fremantle Arts Centre on Friday 8th August.  The class will read 2 excerpts, one from Margaret Atwood’s Alias Grace and the other from Amanda Curtin’s novel Elemental. Writing exercises and discussion will revolve around the placement of history (whether true or made-up) in fiction. For the short story writer the aim will be to include some historical, social or contemporary event/news within the narrative.  Note: Class fee increase, $25 OOTA  -  $30 NON-OOTA. Venue: Room 2 Upstairs, Fremantle Arts Centre @ 10.00am

New York Times Review of Alias Grace
There's nothing like the spectacle of female villainy brought to justice to revive the ancient, tired, apparently endless debate over whether women are by nature saintly or demonic. Unleashed by ghastly visions of the angel of the house clutching a knife or pistol, a swarm of Furies rises shrieking from our collective unconscious, along with a flock of martyrs. Meanwhile, our vengeful passions or pious sympathies are never so aroused as when the depraved criminal or unjustly slandered innocent happens to be touchingly young and attractive.
One such alleged miscreant -- a double murderess, no less -- is at the heart of Margaret Atwood's ambitious new novel, ''Alias Grace.'' Its protagonist is a historical figure, the notorious Grace Marks, a handsome but hapless Irish immigrant who worked as a scullery maid in Toronto in the 1840's. At the age of 16, she was convicted of abetting the brutal murder of her employer, Thomas Kinnear, and his pregnant housekeeper and paramour, Nancy Montgomery. The question of Grace's innocence or guilt has always been in some doubt -- a matter that Ms. Atwood deftly re-examines through the lens of what we have since learned about the traumatized psyche.
''Alias Grace'' has the physical heft and weighty authority of a 19th-century novel. In its scope, its moral seriousness, its paradoxically ponderous and engrossing narrative, the book evokes the high Victorian mode, spiced with the spooky plot twists and playfully devious teases of the equally high Gothic -- the literary styles of the period in which the book is set.
Margaret Atwood has always had much in common with those writers of the last century who were engaged less by the subtle minutiae of human interaction than by the chance to use fiction as a means of exploring and dramatizing ideas. So, after reading her novels, we may find it harder to recall her characters than to remember the larger issues their destinies reflect: the tidy convergence of misogyny and totalitarian social control in ''The Handmaid's Tale,'' the machinations of female power and malice in ''Cat's Eye'' and ''The Robber Bride.'' Part of what's interesting about ''Alias Grace'' is that among the themes it addresses (guilt and innocence; conscience and consciousness; Victorian notions of criminality, insanity, gender and class) is the irreducible and unique mystery of the individual personality.
Who better to tackle this puzzle than Simon Jordan, a well-meaning young doctor from Massachusetts employed by a committee of pious do-gooders petitioning the Canadian Government to pardon the unfortunate and (after 15 years in prisons and asylums) possibly rehabilitated Grace? Despite the confession extracted from her at the time of her arrest, she claims to have no memory of her part in the murders committed by the surly hired hand, James McDermott, her co-worker and purported lover. Was she an active participant or a horrified witness? Fired by scientific curiosity, armed with the latest theories about mental illness, Dr. Jordan sets out to help Grace retrieve the memories that shock and damage have erased.
The novel is told in sections that alternate Grace's point of view with a third-person narration closely focused on Simon Jordan. For the most part, the servant girl's hair-raising story unfolds through long interviews, during which the doctor urges her to reflect upon her life. Grace's gloriously commonsensical, observant, often lyrical perspective guides us through her impoverished childhood, her rough trans-Atlantic passage and her tranquil interlude in service among the Toronto bourgeoisie -- all the way to the fateful sojourn at the country house in which Thomas Kinnear lives in sin with Nancy Montgomery.
Much of this is beautifully written and convincingly imagined. Ms. Atwood manages the considerable achievement of finding a voice for Grace -- and a tone for her narrative -- that doesn't seem mannered, anachronistic or archaic. With startling authenticity, she renders, for example, the delirious joy that a fresh red radish or a newly plucked chicken offers a woman who has survived on prison fare. Arguably, the book's great strength lies in its elegant and evocative descriptions of the domestic activities that once commanded the full attention of women from the less privileged classes:
''When we had a wash hanging out and the first drops began to fall, we would rush out with the baskets and gather all in as quickly as we could, and then haul it up the stairs and hang it out anew in the drying room, as it could not be allowed to sit in the baskets for long because of mildew. . . . The shirts and the nightgowns flapping in the breeze on a sunny day were like large white birds, or angels rejoicing, although without any heads. But when we hung the same things up inside, in the gray twilight of the drying room, they looked different, like pale ghosts of themselves hovering and shimmering there in the gloom.''
Reference:  http://www.nytimes.com/1996/12/29/books/death-and-the-maid.html
Review of Elemental
In her final years, Meggie Tulloch writes her life story as a gift to her granddaughter. From her childhood in rural Scotland at the start of the twentieth century to her youth in fisheries gutting herring and her emigration to a young Fremantle, Meggie fills exercise books and letters with stories for her Laura-lambsie.
In this act of life-writing, Amanda Curtin’s Elemental looks at memory and family history as narrative. ‘There’s no-one can tell a story true,’ Meggie Tulloch writes, worrying over what to include and what to omit. At times, when experiences are too hard to divulge, she drops into third person, using story as proxy. Much like Ian McEwan’s Atonement, Elemental draws Meggie’s act of writing as cathartic: an exorcism of demons from family history, paired with an understanding that truth can never be told in its entirety.
Although the novel is divided into parts as per the four elements, water is the strong point that holds Elemental together. In Meggie’s childhood Scotland, water is held in the wind with grit, salt bites at wounds, and stings are wrapped in bandages damp with vinegar. ‘The sea is a witch,’ Meggie’s Granda warns, ‘a witch an’ a mother.’ Throughout the book this depiction of the ocean as both antagonist and carer rings true. The sea provides refuge for Meggie, giving her work and, later, a new life in Australia, but it is also a space in which the darker parts of the Tullochs’ history takes place.
Reference:  http://www.readings.com.au/review/elemental-by-amanda-curtin



Saturday, 2 August 2014

Shane McCauley and Helen Hagemann wish to advise members that due to regular interim increases of rent at the Fremantle Arts Centre, we have no alternative but to increase class fees to $25 OOTA and $30 Non-OOTA.  This new fee commences on Friday, 8th August. We also add that we are reluctant to do this, and do begrudge the fact that we often sit in a cold room in winter and stuffy hot premises in summer. However, the FAC is our home, our base, and both Shane and Helen hope you understand that the increase is unavoidable.

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