Parallax

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Young adult speculative novel series called PARALLAX (Zharmae Publishing) was first published because the publisher like the freckles in the book!



‘I recently signed a book called Parallax. I knew by the time I got to the word freckles that I was a goner. It was a done deal and I was less than 10 pages in. Did I read the entire book? Yes. Did I read it before I offered the author a contract? Nope. Because when you know, you know.’

See post: http://www.daniellecromero.blogspot.com.au/

I talk a lot about the process of writing this book in my Creative Writing lectures at the university of the sunshine Coast because it’s one of those books that came out of a question: what is animals really were equal to humans? Would we have to have an animal police to patrol and make sure animals were being treated fairly? Would it be illegal to eat meat (murder, cannibalism!) , or keep pets (slavery!). The book comes from when I was 11 years old and I really wanted to change the world and start the Animal Police. I hated cruelty to animals (and still do), and though we have made progress since  I was 11, I think we have a long way to go.

Freckles was a real girl (tom boy) called Jennifer, and we were inseparable at that age, having adventures and exploring caves (just like in the book). Gustave too is based on a real friend of mine who really did have a hole in his heart and was only meant to live a year longer.

I am fascinated by the prospect of parallel universes too: can we live parallel lives? Can we change the reality we live in by slipping into another universe?

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where art imitates life

In Cokcraco, Turner defends his hero poet Bantu from charges of plagiarism

‘Sizwe Bantu occupies the novel form like a hermit crab inhabits a shell,’ you say. ‘He borrows not only the form, but the words themselves. In this postmodern world, he samples, intertextualises, palimpsests …’

You can hear the snort. ‘You’re talking about his plagiarism? You
mean derivative?’
‘If you, sir, had read your Bantu carefully, you would realise that there
is no such thing as an original thought or an original word—they are
all second-hand. All that writers can do is juggle them around a bit.
Bantu uses plagiarism as a device. What Bantu is doing, sir, is merely
postmodernising, sampling, to use a musical image, not plagiarising,
but referring, connecting. Bantu samples, or extrapolates, or textualises,
or …’

‘Bullshit.’

Now check out the Australian

http://m.theaustralian.com.au/arts/books/poet-uses-defence-of-collage-poetry-after-recycling-plath-lines/story-e6frg8nf-1226718041674

 

 

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Who is Sizwe Bantu?

Works

The Great South African Novel (2006)

AfriKan Metaphysics (2007), Seven Invisible Selves (2008)

The Five African Senses (2009)

The Cockroach Whisperer (2010)

Cokcraco and Other Stories (2011).

Blurb from the back cover of The Great South African Novel (first edition, 2006,
reprinted 12 times; this edition, 2013)

Sizwe Bantu is considered by many to be the greatest living novelist in the English language.  Spanning five decades, his ambitious narrative project has been consistent in its focus to explore the “nerve centre of being” and “unveil the masks of our … civilization.” He has dissected the sexist, racist and speciesist “myths of our time” with intellectual courage and honesty, and has pushed the boundaries of the genres his fictions inhabit. He has won so many awards for his writing that it would be tedious to list them all. He is most renowned for his cockroach stories and his use of experimental second-person narratives and wry irony. He has succeeded in being both a popular and a literary writer, ploughing through that distinction with ease, and taking delight in leaving piles of overturned critics writhing on their backs in his wake. Simultaneously, he has attracted a cult following of
believers, fervent admirers who live and breathe Bantu, and carry rubber cockroaches in his honour.

A formidable recluse, Sizwe Bantu has never appeared in public, has never shown up to claim any of his multiple awards, and does not give interviews. No one knows where he lives, and though his novels are invariably set in the urban and rural thickets of KwaZulu-Natal, they have an allegorical, ahistorical air about them, as if he has never lived there.

Jones, JM 2008 ‘Anagrammic Dyslexia in Sizwe Bantu’ in Ubuntu! Vol. X, Summer,
pp. 34-43

MOST QUOTED LINES FROM HIS WORKS

From da kokroach point of view, humans are
irrelvant. Kokroaches no like em. Doan want
em. Do not even tink bout em. Doan care for deh
conversations. Books we like to eat, not read. We
wish humans dead so we can eat em too.
– Sizwe Bantu, The Cockroach Whisperer, 2010

Sizwe Bantu has never appeared in public and no photo exists of him. He has never shown up for his many awards, and has never given any interviews. His reclusive nature is the cause of much debate. One clue as to his identity (or lack of its presence ) is in his celebrated poem:

Am Eye white? Am Eye black?
Eye wear meye face backwards.
No one judges me by meye skin colour;
Sizwe is not meye name, because no shell can be me
Eye cannot be freed unless you
listen, read, open the door
And let me out.
Eye will not exist unless you imagine me.
Create me.
Mould me into existence with the
clay of your ‘I’magination.
– Sizwe Bantu, ‘Me, Myself, Eye’ in
The Five AfriKan Senses (2009)

 

Articles on Sizwe Bantu

Watt, T 2008 ‘Bantu Unveils the Masks of our So-called Civilisation’ in The Present
Tense, Vol. XXI Sept, pp. 3-45
Wesson, M 2010 ‘The Original and the Edited Bantu’ in Bantophilia Vol. 1, issue i,
pp. 55-65

 

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some cockroach poetry from cokcraco

IMBRASE KONTRADIKSHUN
I
I am
I am against
I am against kontradikshun
I am against those who are against kontradikshun
I am against those who are against those who are
against kontradikshun
I am against
I am
I

*

Am Eye white? Am Eye black?
Eye wear meye face backwards.
No one judges me by meye skin colour;
Sizwe is not meye name, because no shell can be me
Eye cannot be freed unless you
listen, read, open the door
And let me out.
Eye will not exist unless you imagine me.
Create me.
Mould me into existence with the
clay of your ‘I’magination.
– Sizwe Bantu, ‘Me, Myself, Eye’ in
The Five AfriKan Senses (2009)

 

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‘The Afrikan I’
The Internet Is the solution to the spIrItual dIscomfort
we feel In a materIal voId. Here I am pure voIce, I can speak
wIth my cartesIan self, my dIsembodIed conscIousness wIthout
havIng to use vocal cords or accent or other blemIshes. No one
judges me by my skIn colour, gesture, habIt, nervous tIcs, sex,
century, but only by my thoughts, my pure mInd, my Idea, my true
“I” of ImagInatIon, Impulse, InstInct, IntuItIon and IndIvIdualIty …
The mInd’s “I”, the true“I” of sIzwe, whIch Is not my name,
because no shell can be ME—the nameless wordless “I”. I am a
novelIst because the novel Is pure “I” conscIousness.
Yet who am I wIthout my rainbow skIn, my hIstory, my tradItIon?
Whose I am I? BIll Gates’s voIce In AmerIkan chatspeak?3
No, to be AfrIkan means to rIp out the I’s of Korporate KonsumerIsm
So close your Is: None but ourselves can free our mInd’s I.

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What does Cokcraco mean?

It’s a typo. The Great Writer, in the haste to get the words out onto the page typed so fast that his fingers slipped on the keyboard and he wrote cokcraco instead of cockroach…

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What is Cokcraco about?

What is Cokcraco about?

Cockroaches, certainly.  Each chapter is about a cockroach and each cockroach is a motif,  symbol, theme for that chapter.

But it’s also about the tension between critical and creative writing

And about art, inspiration and the quest to find an illusive writer

About creating art writing art.

And its main premise: Art is madness. Art is a malfunction of the brain.

 

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Cokcraco

COMING IN AUGUST!

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From da kokroach point of view, humans are irrelvant. Kokroaches no like em. Doan want em. Do not even tink bout em. Doan care for deh conversations. Books we like to eat, not read. We wish humans dead so we can eat em too.

– Sizwe Bantu, The Cockroach Whisperer, 2010.
9781922198082

 

Sizwe Bantu is the Greatest African Writer of All Time – according to Timothy Turner, failed Australian academic and lover, who not only lives by Bantu’s words but keeps a giant rubber cockroach in homage to the writer of the renowned ‘cockroach stories.’

Inspired to travel to Bantu country, Timothy takes up a position at a university near the place rumoured to be the reclusive writer’s residence in the misty Zululand hills. Instead of moving closer to his source of inspiration, Timothy is drawn into a steamy world of campus politics and suppressed desire.

As Timothy grapples with the mystery surrounding Makaya, the academic he has replaced, and the demands of his students, particularly the attractive Tracey, he must confront his own paranoia, prejudice and insecurity in a search of the shocking truth.

Cokcraco is an exhilarating, playful and witty novel that explores writing, identity, politics and the nature of inspiration.

http://www.lacunapublishing.com/index.php/authors/williams-paul/cokcraco

Publishing August 2013
ISBN: 9781922198082
Format: Paperback
Extent: 200 pages
Price: AU $20.00 / $22.00 incl GST
Publishing August 2013
ISBN: 9781922198099
Format: EPUB
Extent: 200 pages
Price: AU $9.10 / $9.99 incl GST
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Thank you! This last month May 2013 more people downloaded and read ‘Lost City’ than in any other month since its publication. Why? I am not sure. Mugabe’s demise is immanent, but always immanent, and this novel touches on his demise. It is also about the general election, and the hope that that always brings.lost city

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Writing the memoir of self-erasure: A practice-led exploration of constructing and deconstructing the coloniser-who-refuses

Paul Williams (‘Writing the memoir of self-erasure: A practice-led exploration of constructing and deconstructing the coloniser-who-refuses’) negotiates the wavering line between fiction and fact in pursuing his memoir of self-erasure. The context for his memoir is the transition from Smith’s Rhodesia to Mugabe’s Zimbabwe, and the agenda is to bring a corrective vision to the usual and misleading history. But what to make of your memories when you lived your life in a ‘propaganda bubble’, where not only was your life a lie, but you were ignorant of history happening around you? Textual solutions to these questions are discussed with great intelligence, honesty and clarity here, as the memoir’s basis is exposed and explained.

http://www.textjournal.com.au/index.htm

 

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The Secret Bookstore

Here was one about called The Secret Bookstore, about a character who goes into a book shop and finds a book called The Secret Bookstore in which a character goes into a bookstore only to find himself reading a book he has written called The Secret Bookstore.

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