Over at Fantasy Magazine, Tempest Bradford talks to Justine Larbalestier and Ekateria Sedia about being foreign writers in America. It is good stuff, and there’s a lot I can relate to there.
Of course we must get some things straight, Justine. Let’s be clear about this. Melbourne and Sydney are totally different places. Why, they are as different as… well, Glasgow and Edinburgh.
Some very interesting points there. I have a sneaking suspicion, though, Cheryl, that Sydney and Melbourne aren’t quite as far apart as Melbourneites like to think. I have definitely detected signs of culture in Sydney from time to time. Although perhaps I’m biased towards Sydney by a) my swooning passion for Sydney Harbour and b) the fact that the only time I’ve been to Melbourne and it wasn’t raining was when I went there for an exceedingly unpleasant medical procedure.
Indeed. No less an authority than Sir Les Patterson has assured me that Sydney is the very fount of culture.
(I note also that I’ve bought most of my dresses for Hugo ceremonies there. The QVB is wonderful.)
I’ll say. My mother, my best friend and I spent several shopping days in Sydney last year on the way back from Botswana and we never managed to get out of the QVB.