Hobart is beautiful and vibrant, but it sits on the edge of two great emptinesses.
Hobart sits on the edge of two great emptinesses. In a way I think we have inherited a deep sense of loneliness.
There are things we should know, there is something we should be seeing.
Something is happening here but you don’t know what it is.
The Slipping Place a page-turning murder mystery, but it also a meditation on the mind. It is about lies, secrets and unspeakable cruelty. It is about the things we thought we knew, and the things we miss… and it is about a choice, a decision point, that is infinitely, vanishingly, terrifyingly small. see: joannabakerauthor.com … Continue reading Something at the corner of vision, that vanishes as you turn towards it.
But there is no Illumin Gallery in Brooke Street. There is no Merchant’s Cafe, or empty haberdasher’s in New Town Road. There is no ruined barn on the northern edge of Campania. There isn’t even a Slipping Place.