Bruce Hanna

Sentimental Traveller (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

"A border-crossing, boundary-breaking story. Observant as Paul Theroux... as compassionate as Ryszard Kapuscinski... as politically astute as Anthony Bourdain... and QUIRKY as hell."

The book follows the author from the optimism of the Age of Aquarius through decades of poetic travel, childlike curiosity and disconcerted wonder, in the company of women met along the way. The narrative is woven from conversations and recurring relationships with streetwalkers, street hawkers, beggars and cripples, dreadlocked hashish-smoking holy-men, drug smugglers, rich tourists and travelling business folk. The author is impressed by the simple well-meaning dignity of folk he meets at all levels, and he becomes absorbed in the stories they tell that illuminate the decadent essence and paradox of the human condition under the yoke of prosperity and progress.

The author's journey begins in 1975 on a hippie-trail honeymoon in Asia with his indomitable, young wife. On a near fatal expedition to see Mount Everest, their escape from the high Himalayas is delayed by a plane crash. In following years, the author is obsessed with discovering a "definition of travelling" to guide him recapturing those haunting memories in his treasured notebooks. From the 20th to the 21st century, through country after country the notebooks fill, and the World changes dramatically, and so too does the author. Finally, as an old man he salvages from his notebooks in gripping detail the full story of the perilous mountain trek long ago, and the singing voices that miraculously saved him from violent doom.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Bruce Hanna
• Erscheinungstermin: 24. Oktober 2020
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781005095710
• Artikelnr.: 70645725

Autorenporträt

"I'm not considered a proper writer in literary circles. My stuff just comes out, like the insides of an insect on the windscreen of a speeding vehicle, straight from the gut, with a bit of heart and brain-juice in the mix."

"Each New Year I see fireworks exploding over cities round the World. I can't tell if they are celebrating the bombing of Hanoi, Bagdad, Ukraine, or Gaza, or somewhere else next."

"Pity the untold victims of Victory's sins, pieceworkers on the process-line of revenge, pawns in a game of Lose Your Way to the End, where all is concealed behind the shield of bloodstains, bullet-holes & election posters..." - The Slow Motion Murder of Julian Assange.

"My life went on for two seasons and ten episodes before I realised, I'd seen it all before."

"Behind my back one of the Communist Party big shots muttered, When you see him coming, tell your ears to run."

"People crack up the minute I walk in the door. I can't see what they're laughing for. Was it something I forgot to not say? Too bad..." - Mad Dog on Crazy Street.

"You can't make a peace sign when you're wearing a boxing glove." - Anthem for the 21st Century.

"My neighbour believed in the afterlife. She often said, the best place to pick-up a good man is down at the morgue. I thought she was joking, till I turned up at her wedding. She asked what I thought of her fiancée? I said, "To be sure, he's a cool looking dude. But how come he's naked? And why is that baggage ticket tied round his big toe?"

"After growing-up among construction sites and factories of western Sydney, Australia, I became a homeless outlaw, hunted by Federal, State and Army police due to my refusal to collaborate in the US-led axis-of-evil against Vietnam. I was later granted amnesty under the Whitlam-Barnard Labor government. But I got no medal as an anti-war Vet."

"While on the run, my writing and cartoons first appeared on fringes of the Australian press, continuing in The Bulletin, Nation Review, The Australian, Sydney Morning Herald, Tribune, Overland and the underground tabloid Paper TV. They may also be found in obscure collections of poetry, in an illustrated homage Suicide Circus, in PsychoJunk recordings beginning with Mad Dog on Crazy Street (1999), and my first novel, Fatal Moments (published by Angus & Robertson in 1987)."

"Peter Bowler (Canberra Times) remarked on the "delicious thread of dry humour r...