What is one of your most stand-out (either good or bad) memories from your writing career?
Receiving my first cheque from the Sydney Morning Herald when I was 15. I was screaming with joy. Fifty dollars! A fortune! (I think they still pay writers the same amount.)
Completing the text for Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and theRecovery of the Feminine. So much work and thought went into the book – it’s just enormous, so the exhilaration was real.
Selling the first long, serious poem I wrote since school a couple of weeks ago: A Call to Light. I was incandescent, dancing around the house.
Being offered a weekly column in the books pages of the Weekend Australian. I’m working for investigative journalist and author Caroline Overington, which is in itself a thrill as I have adored her for years. I love the reading, the thinking, the writing – it’s all just so much fun. You can find some, but not all, of my pieces here.
– from Holly-Beth Quinn’s interview with me for Fashion Industry Broadcast, published here.
Photograph by Quentin Bacon taken at The Colour Factory, Manhattan
“It is in writing about eroticised alienation, however, that Belcourt stuns: his genius becomes inescapable. Describing his ‘kink’ as the annihilation of his ‘core sense of self’, Belcourt surrendered to the mass sexualised dehumanisation facilitated by hook-up apps. When, in 2014, he downloaded Grindr, he wielded it ‘like a weapon in a war of emotion.’ This was his entrée into the ‘tradition of random sex between men for whom faces are secondary erotic materials – a gay rite of passage.’”
– from my review of Billy-Ray Belcourt’s A History of My Brief Body, published here.
“McCarthy, as a means of disengaging with the self-absorption demanded by the industry, began to focus on the technology of acting – the cameras, the lights – and techniques for managing an accelerating anxiety. It was suggested that he masturbate before performing ‘to take the edge off’, but generally, he preferred to drink. At the premiere of Pretty in Pink (1986), his first major hit, McCarthy walked out onto Hollywood Boulevard, ‘looking for a place to hide.’ Finding a low-grade bar, he began downing straight vodka.”
– from my review of Andrew McCarthy’s Brat: An 80s Story, published here.
“Deep-set depression and shame are two of Krien’s primary literary drivers, which may be why the book was a bestseller in Germany. Happiness is depicted as a byproduct of immaturity, capricious or suspect, and even mourning is close to pathologised, a discrete emotional response never met with the compassion that allows it to evolve into wisdom. Krien’s characters are so remote, and her rein on them so restrictive, that resonance dissipates for all but the emotionally cauterised.”
– from my review of Daniela Krien’s Love in Five Acts, published here.
“Heavily borrowing from Stendhal, Recalcati adds that love ‘usually emerges from a unique flaw of the body rather than from its ideal perfection. Often, a body’s perfection has the effect of anaesthetizing love, of rendering the beloved too distant, unreachable, whilst the flaw throws open the lack from which love can emerge, mobilizing the desire that finds this imperfection to be a divine detail.’”
– from my review of Massimo Recalcati’s The Enduring Kiss, published here.
What follows is the letter dated April 27, 2021, that my ex-husband, on behalf of himself and his mother, the high-profile multimillionaire investment banker Gail Pemberton (aka Gail Burke, Gail Pemberton-Burke and Gail Maria Pemberton), formerly of Macquarie Bank, CIO of the Decade and recipient of the Order of Australia, her brother, the historian Gregory Pemberton, her sister, politics lecturer and author JoAnne Pemberton, and her other son, the London-based financier Christian Pemberton, instructed his lawyer, Mr Warren Krass, to write to me.
A significantly longer letter, surprisingly including the full confidential terms of the Undertaking itself, was emailed to the publisher Pinter & Martin London of my upcoming book, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine, on April 14, 2021.
It seems the Pemberton family must be concerned that I may have written about them in my book. Why should they think this? Can it be because the words “sex” and “drugs” are in the book title?
In fact I do not mention any of them.
The allegedly “vile, false and defamatory” slurs to which Mr Krass refers in his letter to my publisher were contained in an email I forwarded to certain members of the media and financial community in 2018.
Mr Krass now warns me in terms: “We give you notice that you must provide a copy of your undertaking to the Court to any potential publisher of your material”.
Precisely in order to honour his demand, I herewith openly and publicly alert all possible publishers of my writings now or in the future to his letter.
As I elected to sign an Undertaking (with no admission of wrongdoing) to the British Court in 2018 to end a long series of legal onslaughts by the Pembertons, I cannot tell my side of the story fully, but can say only this in my own defence:
Over the many years of the Pemberton family’s legal onslaughts upon me, but also indirectly, upon my daughter Bethesda, no charges have ever been brought against me, no costs orders were made against me, and my ex-husband lost his previously unrestricted access to Bethesda, on certain grounds that I am not at liberty to disclose.
I was awarded Sole Parental Responsibility for Bethesda.
Because of the Pembertons, I was forced at different times to go to the Ballina Court (NSW), the Australian Federal Circuit Court (Brisbane), the London Central Family Court, and the CSA Tribunal (Sydney), all for different aspects of the case. I even saw the Police on numerous occasions.
As regards the interim non-molestation order – in Australia, an AVO – which Mr Krass cites in his letter to my publisher: when the Pemberton family attempted to have me arrested in 2018 on grounds of harassment (for publishing the allegedly “vile, false and defamatory” slurs), I was found by the London Metropolitan Police to have committed no offence thereby.
Mr Krass fails to mention these and other points in his letter.
I trust Mr Krass will now concede that I have complied fully and openly with his demand.
I’m thrilled to announce that I’ve been offered a weekly column in the literary section of the Weekend Australian, sister paper to the Sunday Times. My first piece, running at almost 1500 words, will be published on May 1.
I was first published in the Australian when I was eighteen, and have been contributing to the paper ever since, so this is really the most wonderful thing.
Below, the illustration that will accompany my byline. They’ve given me a tan – in actuality, I’m as pale as a shroud – but otherwise, it’s relatively accurate.
I’ve been approached by a number of people regarding my interview with CRASS founder, musician and author Penny Rimbaud, so here it is – #4 on the list.
My experience with Penny was interesting. I found him colourful – a shockingly handsome man – but also fundamentally patriarchal, typical of his generation in this respect. Penny sees himself as evolved, but his body language, use of space, and much of his ideology amounts to the usual half-baked Summer of Love platitudes dressed up to seem radical: same old. I go into significantly more detail about this in my book, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine, not about Penny in particular, but the beliefs to which he subscribes.
We need people like Penny – colour and energy and music are fundamental to a meaningful society – but philosophically speaking, he’s not particularly relevant. Having said that, I loved the way he really makes an effort to understand existence. And his aesthetic is glorious.
“The sense of smell is also thought to be responsible for feelings of love, a drive understood by researchers as a form of ‘olfactory ecstasy’. Olfactory fingerprints – or ‘smellprints’ – are unique in both constitution and impact, causing us to be ‘literally led by the nose’ to the beloved. The rightness of a signature smell releases floods of hormones, committing it to memory” 🍎