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Jun. 18th, 2009 09:53 amI just realised that the Melbourne of my childhood isn't Melbourne at all, and that I've put it in a novel by mistake.
My childhood was a few streets, no more. I am a daughter of the suburbs, after all, and our boundaries were the bigger streets. We could roam anywhere within the boundaries set by the major roads, but we couldn't cross the major roads.
Ostensibly, The Art of Effective Dreaming is set in Canberra, but the Canberra it's set in is the dream place of my childhood self. It consists of suburban life only - no city views or spectacles. I can trace the route my main character takes after she leaves her workplace for good and I can measure her steps and those steps are about the same number as I took when I was seven and the routes are about the same shape. I can't count where she goes by car, or where she travels in her strange dreamland, but her footsteps are, oddly, the shape of my childhood steps.
The shape of my Dreaming world is the shape of my childhood imagination. Either that, or I'm living my childhood dreams.
My childhood was a few streets, no more. I am a daughter of the suburbs, after all, and our boundaries were the bigger streets. We could roam anywhere within the boundaries set by the major roads, but we couldn't cross the major roads.
Ostensibly, The Art of Effective Dreaming is set in Canberra, but the Canberra it's set in is the dream place of my childhood self. It consists of suburban life only - no city views or spectacles. I can trace the route my main character takes after she leaves her workplace for good and I can measure her steps and those steps are about the same number as I took when I was seven and the routes are about the same shape. I can't count where she goes by car, or where she travels in her strange dreamland, but her footsteps are, oddly, the shape of my childhood steps.
The shape of my Dreaming world is the shape of my childhood imagination. Either that, or I'm living my childhood dreams.