I’ve just begun reading this book.
I am a big fan of some of Richard Flanagan’s books, particularly, “Death of a River Guide” which I heard him read passages from at an Adelaide Writer’s Week many years ago. I was captivated by hearing his voice read his words aloud in a way that few writers I’ve heard have been able to do.
I’m intrigued already by Dorrigo Evans. He is asked why he loves words so and responds:
Words were the first beautiful thing I knew too.
Words and the Mona Lisa, which my Mum had cut a small print out of and had placed in our bathroom. I thought, for years, that it was a painting of her as she does have a striking resemblance to my Mum.
For me words, and art, have always spoken to my soul. Captured things I’ve not been able to express or put feelings and thoughts I didn’t know I had together.
What was the first beautiful thing you ever knew?