I want to submerge myself in this book, get lost in the pages and in the beautiful vignettes Antigone Kefala (1931-2022) composed about her everyday life. There is a loveliness to the simplicity of detail and a richness of experience in Kefala's Sydney Journals: sparks of ideas and conversations, notes about writers and cultural figures, musings in foreign cities, a pinning down of fleeting moments. In the reading, I felt a stirring of creative impulse, the energy to embrace the day and face the blank page in my own simple way. Just lovely.
From Journal IV, November:
"Talking with Mother about growing old. These physical transformations that always astonished her, as if at each step another person unrelated to you is taking over, transforming constantly into this new being. The moment you become adjusted to it, it has already moved towards another transformation."