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The boarding school memoir or novel is an enduring literary subgenre, from 1950s classics such as The Catcher in the Rye to Curtis Sittenfeld’s Prep. Doust’s recognisably Australian contribution to the genre draws on his own experiences in a West Australian boarding school in this clever, polished, detail-rich debut novel. From the opening pages, the reader is wholly transported into the head of Jack Muir, a sensitive, sharp-eyed boy from small-town WA who is constantly measured (unfavourably) against his goldenboy brother. The distinctive, masterfully inhabited adolescent narrator recalls the narrator in darkly funny coming-of-age memoir Hoi Polloi (Craig Sherborne)—as does the juxtaposition of stark naivety and carefully mined knowingness.’ — Bookseller+Publisher ↗

— Jon Doust

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I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, "Mamma, can I open the light?" She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art. It was a sort of metaphor, but she was not using it as ornamentation. ↗

— Ezra Pound

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Though we might like to think so, humankind is not at any special, unique or privileged location in the gargantuan, perhaps infinite, Universe. ↗

— Eric Chaisson

#earth #humankind #universe #age

Ook, though very clever, was the worst fighter in the tribe. That is how he ended up with Grot-Grot as his woman. Grot-Grot had a bald patch on the top of her head, she was missing an eye and she smelled like a dead skunk. She did have a good sense of humour though. ↗

— Aussiescribbler

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One of the many problems with aging is that you begin to think of yourself as a slob because your birthday suit can never be cleaned or pressed no matter how spotted or wrinkled it gets ↗

— Bob Smith

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A word to the wise an't nesisary its the stupid ones who need the edvise. ↗

— Eliga H. Gould

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She understood that Simon was a disappointed man if he needed, at ths age, to tell her he had pitied her for years. ↗

— Elizabeth Strout

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But "Uncle Gussie"- my mother's brother, A. W. Hamilton- talked to me as if we were of age. That is, he talked about Things. He told me all the science I could then take in, clearly, eagerly, without silly jokes or condescensions, obviously liking it as much as I did...I do not suppose he cared for me as a person half so much as Uncle Joe did; and that (call it an injustice or not) is what I liked. During these talks our attention was fixed not on one another but on the subject. His Canadian wife I have already mentioned. In her also I found what I liked best- an unfailing, kindly welcome without a hint of sentimentality, unruffled good sense, the unobtrusive talent for making all things at all times as cheerful and comfortable as circumstances allowed... ↗

— C.S. Lewis

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Una vida larga es como una enorme caverna: en ella todo hace eco. ↗

— Gabriel Payares

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I don't believe most of the stuff that comes out of my mouth is apropriate for all ages. ↗

— Joe H. Sherman

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