The Consolation of Joy Williams

April 2020

"It was a fresh day in May, and there was the aroma of morning coffee. Sydney was doing its splendid early-winter thing, with glittering weather, sun on water and on old pier timbers, and the Sydney Writers’ Festival 2017 was underway. All around the wharf precinct writers were going about the work they must do. The time for writing had given way to the time for promotion, for connecting with readers, for public speaking, and for selling books.” 

A personal essay, published in the Bangalore Review in India, April 2020.

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