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Aliya Whiteley – The interview

by Melanie Gow

I want to believe that there’s a reason, a plan, for my existence. I’d like to be the culmination of a million years of a breeding program just to make someone as amazing as me. But I’m not really amazing, and neither are you. Or maybe you are. It all depends on how you judge amazingness, I suppose. And all my novels, short stories, poems, address that issue. The calculation of amazingness.

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Ray Robinson – The Interview

by Melanie Gow

I had a mushroom trip when I was in my early twenties and had a conversation with God while lying in a bath tub and He spoke to me through the curtains. I asked Him what I should do with my life and He, or rather the curtains, responded: Be a writer.

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Mark Keating – The Interview

by Melanie Gow

I think in this century we have less and less personal liberty as the years roll on. The romantic heart of piracy is liberty. Freedom. Escape.

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Warwick Cairns – The Interview

by Melanie Gow

The world’s traditional weights and measures are amongst the few remaining living links we still have with our most distant ancestors – from the pre-literate tribesmen who would measure the height of their livestock with the width of their hands to the invaders from Rome who counted out their marches in thousand-pace units, the mille passus, our mile – And I cannot for the life of me understand how abolishing all of this in favour of a made-up system designed for tidy-minded bureaucrats is anything but the most shocking and ignorant cultural vandalism.

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Patrick Woodrow – The Interview

by Melanie Gow

A lot of stuff that gets nominated for the Booker is so far up its own arse, you need a torch to read it. Why do people feel the need to describe everything in minute detail? Just get on with the story and leave the artistry to the poets, who’ll achieve a greater effect with far fewer words. I shouldn’t be too disparaging. It’s all subjective, of course. But one man’s meat is another man’s poison, and ‘Middlemarch’ damn near killed me.

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