World-famous writer Colleen McCullough has always resisted the idea of producing an autobiography, pleading as her excuse the fact that books on the subject of the self are stuffed to pussy's bow with boring bits.
Now, finally, she has written a memoir of her mind: whereabouts it lives, what it thinks, how it thinks, where it goes and why it is what it is. Among the musings, reflections and reminiscences contained in LIFE WITHOUT THE BORING BITS lie some answers to those questions: the confused, impulsive, thoughtlessly cruel mother; the miserly absentee father; the far-reaching effects bureaucrats can have on the lives of strangers; the thought processes of an arrogant cat that sets out to become an emperor; the riddle of Time; the wilful blindness of humanity to the consequences of over-population; and the significance of the color sepia/beige ... It's a mind which can satirize, yet deal with the crucifixion of Jesus Christ with scholarly reverence; it can tell stories against itself, or unmercifully lambast the concepts of Heaven and Hell. The curious can even discover some of its secrets as to how the books were (and are) written. Those with phobias may discover what can turn an insect into a 1984 nightmare.
If Colleen McCullough has any lesson to teach in LIFE WITHOUT THE BORING BITS , it is that nothing above, below or on the surface of the Earth can keep a good mind down, let alone break it.
