Unpublished In Tel-Aviv
Tales of an unpublished author a long long way from home…
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Untranslatable comfort…
If you are what you eat, and the adult is the product of the child’s memory, then yes, I’m about 5,000 miles too far west for my own good. Packed lunches at school rarely involved sandwiches – instead there were…
Read More“The first draft of everything is shit”…
There comes a time in any book’s gestation when everything that will come together has already come together, where the hours have been put in and, as an unpublished author, you can sense the invisible finish-line in your bones. Thanks to…
Read MoreSwimming the Good Swim…
Once a week, Baby and I go swimming. There’s a baby-mecca in the North of Tel-Aviv which holds seemingly continuous lessons in a pool about the size of a bathtub, growing from the building’s roof like a wart. It’s overheated,…
Read MoreA Nation of Wishful Thinking…
You could probably call Israel an island country. Although geographically we’re wedged at the juncture of Europe, Asia and Africa, Israel often feels more remote than New Zealand. To the West and South there’s sea; to the South-West a cold,…
Read MoreHipster Bikes Must Die!!!
Having drinks at Port Said, one of the trendier bars in my neighbourhood, I ran into some old industrial designer friends. We got talking but within a few minutes I realised I was already excluded. Usually I find this upsetting;…
Read MoreIndie Bookshop Bliss
Today, I did something I hate to do: I drove in Tel-Aviv. I’m glad I did. As is always the case, there was no parking, so I queued for a place at the parking lot which, once-upon-an-Ottoman-time, was the railway…
Read MoreWorld’s Best Streetfood!
Is in Taiwan, where the best of China and Japan do the dirty and have scrumptious little babies. But if I titled this post “World’s Second Best Street Food”, would you read it? Of course not. So, after the bait,…
Read MoreKnocking shit down…
Over here, a lot of walls get put up; not a lot get pulled down. In the country, that is. In our apartment, it’s the opposite. Just this morning, this disaster zone was my study. Now it’s a hole, and…
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Unpublished In Tel-Aviv 
