While I was at Varuna, one of our many discussions about books, authors, and writing in general centred around Tim Winton. Now, Tim Winton did the creative writing course that I did, at the same university. To say that following in the man’s footsteps was difficult (read, pain in the arse) is a grave understatement. I can’t tell you how many times I had to listen to another lecturer extol his virtues and exclaim in wonder and proprietorial pride about how he wrote EVERYTHING in every tense and THEN chose the best version. I mean. Please. Anyway, all this extolment put a bad taste in my mouth and I’ve barely read a word he’s ever written. At Varuna however, a few of my fellow writers said that The Turning is on their list of favourites so I thought maybe, seeing how I’m all growed up and stuff now, that I could put my petty jealousies aside and give Tim another go.
The Turning is a mind-blowing read. Truly. It’s actually a collection of short stories, but it transcends this form and slowly and strikingly becomes a novel. As soon as I finished it I wanted to read it again. If you haven’t read it, go now and buy it. S’ok, I’ll wait for you.