On 6 June 1928, one hundred and fifty men gathered in London’s Goldsmiths Hall to celebrate the completion of the Oxford English Dictionary (OED). The guests were men who had served the Dictionary for decades or months or not at all. They ate Saumon bouilli
with sauce Hollandaise
, and they drank 1907 Chateau Margaux
Among the guests was Professor J.R.R. Tolkien. He had not yet written The Hobbit
, but after serving in WWI he spent a couple of years in the Scriptorium (a grand name for the garden shed where the Dictionary was being compiled) defining words beginning with Wa
. We can thank him for waggle
. I’d like to think he was also consulted on wizard
, but there is no evidence of this.
Gentlemen representing The Times
, The Daily Telegraph
and The Manchester Guardian
were also invited. As were scholars, editors, clerks, men of the cloth, knights of the realm and a humble school headmaster.
They poured into the Hall and found their places at three long tables arranged in front of another, higher, table. These were the lesser men, though … Continue Reading ››
When was the last time you used the word, Repose? When was the last time you even heard it?
Repose is one of those old-fashioned words, like eventide or winsome. It conjures an era when there was time in the day for restful contemplation.
Is that why we don’t hear it anymore? Because we’ve run out of time? Because we’re so busy doing all the things that make up our twenty-first century lives that the moments in between this, that and the other thing are just not long enough? Or is it because when we do stop – exhausted, brain dead, pooped, shattered – we fill the quiet with noise, or pull our gaze from the unfocussed distance to the blue screen?
The last time (perhaps the only time) I heard someone use the word repose, I was in Tuscany, working as a volunteer on an organic farm. Lunch was over, it had been drawn out and delicious and full of conversation, as lunch at Il Mulino
tended to be, and our host, Ulrike, declared that she was going for repose.
‘I’m going for repose,’ she said. And she rose from her place at the old wooden table and left the room. Just like that.
I … Continue Reading ››
I have spent most of my working life as a social researcher studying how other people live their lives and what makes life good. My research has resonated with the public’s thirst for knowledge about how to live a more balanced life and I have been interviewed for newspaper, magazine and radio.
Publications include book chapters, reports, conference presentations, and more than thirty peer reviewed academic papers in the fields of psychology, sociology, public health, medicine, work and family, and community development.
SOCIAL RESEARCH – FULL LIST OF WRITING OUTPUTS
REFEREED JOURNAL ARTICLES
Lord SR, Ward JA, Williams P
, Anstey K. An epidemiological study of falls in older community-dwelling women: the Randwick falls and fractures study. Australian Journal of Public Health
Lord SR, Mitchel D, Williams P
. Effect of water exercise on balance and related factors in older people. Australian Journal of Physiotherapy
Ward JA, Lord SR, Williams P
, Anstey K. Hearing impairment and hearing aid use in women over 65 years of age. Cross-sectional study of women in a large urban community. Medical Journal of Australia
Lord SR, Ward JA, Williams P
, Anstey K. Physiological factors associated with falls in older community-dwelling women. Journal of the American Geriatrics Society
Lord SR, Anstey K, … Continue Reading ››
Published by Affirm Press in April 2017
Pip and Shannon dreamed of living the good life.
They wanted to slow down, grow their own food and spend more time with the people they love. But jobs and responsibilities got in the way: their chooks died, their fruit rotted, and Pip ended up depressed and in therapy. So they did the only reasonable thing – they quit their jobs, pulled the children out of school and went searching for la dolce vita in Italy.
One Italian Summer is a warm, funny and poignant story of a family’s search for a better way of living, in the homes and on the farms of strangers. Pip sleeps in a tool shed, feasts under a Tuscan sun, works like a tractor in Calabria and, eventually, finds the good life she’s always dreamed of – though not at all where she expected.
By Annah Faulkner
Published by Picador, 2015
The title of this book is portentous and I began reading with an expectation that something explosive would happen. It did, and sooner than I thought. On the first page a stick of dynamite is wedged into the stubborn roots of a camphor laurel tree, because despite its hacking it would not die, ‘a tiny green shoot had sprung from its stump’. A metaphor surely, of hope perhaps, or the persistence of truth. By the end of page two the green shoot is gone for good, but the memory of it lives long in the boy who ran from the blast, and it lies like a foundation stone beneath the architecture of this lovely book.
The story starts, in earnest, more than thirty years later. Chris is now in his forties and he’s mourning the death of his aunt, and adoptive mother, Jo. Her passing ignites the fuse that drives the narrative of this book. Jo was his mother’s sister, but about her, she spoke very little. She was the keeper of knowledge and the hoarder of secrets. Her death magnifies Chris’s feeling that he doesn’t really know who he is, and … Continue Reading ››
By Emily Bitto
Published by Affirm Press, 2014
Who hasn’t imagined themselves part of a world more exiting, more colourful, more sensual, or perhaps, more dangerous than their own?
1930s Australia is a bland and conservative place, subdued by economic depression, isolation and censorship. For an adolescent Lilly, becoming friends with Eva is like glimpsing the colourful spectrum of ordinary light as it passes through a shard of broken glass.
Eva is the middle daughter of Helena and Evan Trentham. He is a well-known avant-garde painter; she has a glamour that rebels against the restraint of the times and separates her from the other mothers, who dote earnestly on their children and keep tidy hours and tidy homes. The Trentham home is old and expansive; the architecture of the house, and the people within it, is ramshackle. But inside and out Helena cultivates a kind of unrestrained beauty; bringing artists together with the same eye that nurtures wild growth in her garden.
Lilly is drawn into the life of the Trentham’s like a stray is drawn towards food. She skulks on the edge of that life, observing, but unobserved. She collects the crumbs of hedonistic abandon: moments of attention; fragments of … Continue Reading ››