There had been a moon earlier on. A scimitar moon, Pete Davis had once heard it called. A curved blade of white light on a bed of black velvet. Black …
Sound bites (John Clanchy)
Three words. Three tiny, banal words that had somehow – among the tens of thousands of others spilt in the cafe that morning – made their way through the clashing …
The old, old story (John Clanchy)
Spring in Paris. It was the spell cast by the words themselves which had drawn her there. Which had led her to squander on airfares and a cheap hotel the …
OUTSIDE THE LINES: an interview with John Clanchy
If you haven’t heard of John Clanchy then Verity La is going to fix that. Clanchy was born in Melbourne in 1943, but has lived in Canberra, working as a …