Anne Bartlett |
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Anne Bartlett lives in Adelaide with her husband, three sons and one daughter. She has worked as an editor, ghost writer, columnist, biographer, feature writer and children’s writer and has been writer in residence at several schools. She has a Masters, and is completing a PhD in Creative Writing. She is the author of the novel Knitting.
Who or what always puts a smile on your face?
My new son-in-law, who is crazily in love with my daughter.
What are you reading at the moment?
Nicholas Jose's Original Face, a Julian May fantasy, Jared Diamond's Collapse.
Which author do you most admire?
One of the authors I most admire is Australian author Helen Garner. She's fearless. She takes enormous risks, with superb poise and elegance.
What's your earliest memory?
Sitting in the bath and being told someone had died.
How do you spoil yourself?
Bath, fire, pyjamas, book, cocoa.
Who do you turn to in a crisis?
My best friend. I’m married to him.
What makes you angry?
Injustice. And I get stroppy if people are careless with things I value.
Have you ever had any other jobs apart from writing?
Plenty. Knitting one-off garments for boutique designers, washing dishes in a seedy hotel (I got the sack), packing pills for a pharmaceutical company, teaching, making ironing boards.
Are you in love?
Yep. 32 years worth.
What's your worst vice?
Not telling anybody any of THOSE!
Where do you write?
Mainly in my study. But I carry a notebook for odd moments and those flying ideas.
Where's your favourite city?
Adelaide, South Australia, where I live. It's quiet with a fantastic Mediterranean climate. We're growing about fifty food-bearing plants and shrubs. I can get to the CBD in 20 minutes and the airport in 30 minutes, but I still see cows on the hill from my study window. Knittting is set in Adelaide.
Did you enjoy school?
I didn't mind the class work, but I hated the lunch times. Socially I was a late developer, but when I was about fourteen I discovered Shakespeare, hockey and friends, and life became much more interesting!
