While the Thai woman paid her fare, Jayne waited by a fruit stall, rolling a rambutan around in the palm of her hand. The fruit’s egg-shape and hairy texture made her think of testicles–though it was a long time since she’d handled any of those. She put it aside as the woman emerged from the cab…
I was recently asked by the Sunday Telegraph to write a short piece to go with a photograph of a ‘memorable summer holiday’, to appear in their Sunday magazine supplement–also published in The Herald Sun–mid-January 2007. It was an enjoyable exercise, one that reminded me of how much I rely on photos for inspiration in my writing, particularly when it comes to setting the scene.
I will post the photo I chose, and the text I wrote to accompany it, once it appears in print.
Meanwhile, I recently posted photos from my Travellers Bookstore slideshow on my Flickr account. Readers may pick up on scenes in Behind the Night Bazaar that are reflected in these photos. The quote above comes from the first chapter of the novel and in the photo, the rambutans are in the bottom right-hand corner.