Freya Hill

Stories

Trompe-l’œil: On reading Eleanor Catton’s The Luminaries

  I took it camping with me over New Year, I took it up north over ANZAC weekend. I talked about it in work meetings (‘Is it a good story? I like a good story.’),  discussed it in Wellington (‘Im about half way through.’ ‘Me too’ ‘I keep forgetting which characters are which…might write it…

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In Good Company

I jokingly asked a friend recently if they were the weird kid at school, and he said ‘Well yes, but isn’t everybody. Nobody feels like they fit in at school.’ Perhaps this is true. As a child, I didn’t really know or care if I was the weird kid, but I certainly had a few…

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I Will Bring You Stories

It’s 45 degrees outside but in my hotel room it’s cool and sanitised. I sit, perched on the end of the two-seater couch, talking into the landline phone, to a voice half a world away. A familiar voice beaming into my other, alternate world of #travel and hotel rooms, taxis and airplanes, and places that you see once and…

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Tingo Lingo

Our  105 year- old dear lady of a house has finally had her roof redone, which is of course fantastic. The pack of buckets we’ve accumulated can be rehomed or released into the wild, and items of furniture can be placed anywhere in a room without having to take into account possible water-damage.  But the…

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