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Cloth edging

Beautiful crocheted jug covers and cloth edges never go out of style. As we receive so many requests from readers for this style of project we thought it was time to run a lovely tea story from our archives. There is even a crochet jug cover that comes complete with it’s own teacup decoration!

Materials

Coats Mercer Cotton No.20 (quantity will depend on size of cloth) One 1.65mm crochet hook (or size needed to give correct tension) Firm cotton fabric to required size.

Measurements

Edging can be worked to any required width and length, but it may be necessary to work extra ch either side of dc to keep work flat.

Tension

20dc to 5cm when worked into fabric.

Edging

Fold a 50mm hem along four sides of cloth. Stitch hem neatly in place and press flat.

1st rnd. With right side of cloth facing and working over hemmed edge, insert 1.65mm hook into any corner, 1ch, work in dc over hem (placing approximately 20dc to each 5cm) along first side, 2dc in corner, then cont in this manner around cloth to end, finishing with 1dc in same sp as 1ch. Join with a sl st.

2nd rnd. 5ch, miss 2dc, 1tr in next dc, 2ch, miss 2dc, 1tr in next dc; rep from to end, join with sl st to 3rd of 5ch.

3rd rnd. 3ch, (1tr, 2ch, 2tr) in same sp, 4ch, miss one 2ch sp, (2tr, 2ch, 2tr) in next 2ch sp (called shell), 4ch, miss two 2ch sps, shell in next sp, rep from to to within one sp of next corner, 4ch, miss 1sp, shell in next sp, miss 1sp. Cont from to to next corner, turn corner with 1sp between shells and proceed in this manner to within 1sp of end, 4ch, join with sl st to top of 3ch.

4th rnd. Sl st to centre of first shell, work shell in centre of shell, 2ch, 1dc in 4ch sp, 2ch, shell in next shell, 2ch, 1dc in 4ch sp, 2ch, rep from to end, join with sl st.

5th rnd. Shell in shell, 2ch, 1dc in dc, 2ch; rep from to end, join with sl st.

6th rnd. Into first shell work 2tr, 5ch, sl st back into 4th of 5ch (picot formed), 1ch, 2tr in same shell, 3ch, 1dc in dc, 3ch; rep from to end, join with sl st. Fasten off.

General abbreviations

Bbl: bobble

beg: beginning

ch: chain

cont: continue

dc: double crochet

dtr: double treble

GR: group

lp: loop

rep: repeat

rnd: round

sl: slip

sp: space

st: stitch

tr: treble

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No worries

An american author weighs in on the laid-back aussie nature.

I thank the customs agent who has graciously allowed me to enter Australia.

“No worries,” he says.

This stops me for a second. It sounds as if he is absolving me from some sin rather than simply responding to my perfunctory gratitude.

In the cab, I ask the driver to take me to the W Sydney Hotel.

“That’s all right,” he says. “No worries.” I begin to suspect a pattern.

In fact, everyone I come across in Australia spouts the “no worries” mantra as if it were required by law. The phrase certainly gives the impression of being oh-so-laid-back, just like Australians are supposed to be, but I wondered if the stereotype was true, or if Aussies weren’t really Type-A-obsessive-compulsive-over-achievers. Maybe this cheery calm was just something trotted out for foreigners. I imagined Australians in their homes, sniping viciously at one another about dirty socks on the floor and crusty dishes in the sink.

Alas, after having spent two weeks in the country, I have concluded that the “no worries” attitude is not a farce, but rather, most of the time anyway, a way of life.

The first big test of the “no worries” attitude was at Harry’s Cafe de Wheels on Woolloomooloo Wharf (where most of the clientele, including myself, seemed exceptionally inebriated). I ordered a chicken and cheese pie, but became concerned when the clerk wielded a mammoth squeeze bottle and began to douse my pie with gelatinous white glop.

“Excuse me,” I said, trying not to grimace. “What’s that?”

“It’s the cheese, mate,” he said with a patient smile.

“That’s the cheese? Oh, no. No, I can’t eat cheese out of a bottle.”

“No worries,” he said. He dumped the pie in the bin and gave me another one, sans scary liquid cheese.

At Sydney’s stunning opera house the next night, I saw Rigoletto on opening night. My amazing seat was so close to the stage, I could see the pores on Rigoletto’s face, but the subtitles, which were flashed above the stage, were nearly impossible to read. Time and again, I swung my face upward, contorting my neck in an effort to decipher them. At one point, I accidentally head-butted the lovely woman to my left who bore a strong resemblance to Cherie Blair.

“I’m so sorry!” I whispered.

She glanced at me beatifically. “No worries.”

At Cargo Bar for post-opera drinks, I also noticed that the bartenders were unfailingly cheerful and able to take 10 drink orders at once, all the while, giving me a “no worries, mate” response when I didn’t have quite enough cash to cover the round. In the States, if you place a drink order of more than three cocktails at a time, the bartenders will often shoot you dagger looks and make you wait while they search for pen and paper.

The most extreme example of the laid-back Aussie way came when I decided to take a few friends skydiving. When I’ve jumped in the US, a two-hour training session is required, replete with video footage of someone being hauled away in an ambulance, as well as ominous warnings about how you may die a painful, albeit quick, death. But at Sydney Skydiving Centre, we were suited up and inside the plane within fifteen minutes of arriving there.

“Isn’t there anything else I should know?” I heard one of my buddies say to his tandem master after receiving a two-minute in-flight lesson on how to freefall from 14,000 feet.

“Ah, no worries,” the tandem master said.

A few short seconds later, my friend was hurtling out the yawning mouth of the plane.

The only area I discovered where Australians were decidedly not laid-back was politics. Everyone had an opinion about the potential war with Iraq, and, being an American, everyone decided to tell me that opinion. Whether I was shopping at Rundle Mall in Adelaide or having lunch at Iceberg Café in Bondi, the Australians I came across weighed in with their thoughts. One man I met in a pub in Paddington was particularly vociferous, becoming more and more agitated as he described the vendetta that George W was allegedly carrying for his father. He railed on about knowing your enemies; he huffed and puffed about North Korea being a bigger threat. At one point, as he accused all Americans of being oil-hungry mongers, his face turned a deep purple and his words reached the shriek level.

But suddenly he stopped. “Sorry,” he said blinking, his face returning to a normal color. “I was getting a bit carried away.”

I smiled and patted his hand. “No worries,” I said.

I was starting to get the hang of it.

**Laura Caldwell is an Adjunct Professor at Loyola University Chicago School of Law and contributing editor of Lake Magazine. She is also acting as the Editor in Chief of a new medical/legal text book.

Laura is the author of Burning the Map (Red Dress Ink) which is available in bookstores everywhere. Her second book A Clean Slate will be published by Red Dress Ink in December 2003.**

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Cube shade

NOTE: To ensure safety, use only 25W light globes in each of the lamps featured here.

Materials

Newspaper

Cube shapes wire frame (available at selected craft and hobby stores)

Japanese handmade paper

Scissors

Craft glue

Blunt knife

Step 1

Make a newspaper template of half of the lamp frame, allowing an extra 2cm along both long edges and one short edge. To make the template, place one side of the wire frame onto the paper then gently roll the frame to the next side (this is half of the frame), Now, using this template, cut two Japanese handmade paper panels for the lampshade.

Step 2

Apply a thin line of craft glue along the edge of one long upright. Press the corresponding edge of the paper in place with the 2cm allowance in place, then fold this overlap to the inside of the shade and tuck in the ends using a blunt knife. Attach the other two sides with allowances in the same way and leave the final side free. Repeat to attach the other paper panel, attaching the short edge with the allowance to the upright, underneath the free short edge of the previous panel. Finally, apply a line of glue under each free short edge and press each one firmly in place. Allow to dry.

Credit: Lampshades designed and made by Ivana Perkins

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March 2003 book reviews

Angel On My Shoulder – An Autobiography

by Natalie Cole, (written with Digby Diehl), Warner Books, $19.95.

The Grammy Award-winning singer and daughter of the legendary Nat King Cole dishes up her amazing life story with honesty and bravura. Told in straightforward and simple prose, Cole resembles a prize fighter the way she manages to bounce back after any number of knock-out crises – drugs, estranged mother, family fights over money, abuse, marriage break-ups. Fast-moving and entertaining, it’s all there, if a bit religious at times.

Nutmeg by Kristin Valla, Weidenfeld and Nicolson, $27.95.

In a small town in the Andes, Klara forms a relationship with a college professor, Gabriel, who for the first time in his life finds a woman to love. Torn between the inspiration for her life that he gives her and William, her lover, Klara has to accept that the love of your life is not always the person with whom you could live – and the person with whom you live happily, may not be the love of your life. Touching and truthful.

The Pirate Queen

by Alan Gold, HarperCollins, $18.95.

It is the middle of the 16th century. A strong woman leads her people, winning the love, respect and admiration of the men who serve her. Yes, this could be England’s Queen Elizabeth I, but it also applies to the infamous Grace O’Malley, an Irish pirate and patriot, whose life and loves come vibrantly alive in these absorbing pages. Her exploits challenged Elizabeth’s golden age, until the feud between them ended in friendship.

lazy ways to make a living

by Abigail Bosanko, Time Warner, $22.95

Read this over the holidays and loved it for its engaging characters and zingy writing style. Rose Budleigh is the failed sister, whose Ph.D. in lexicography and talent for chess pales alongside the achievements of her sisters, Catherine (the clever one) and Helen (the pretty one). Rose is scraping a living when she meets her match – a chess rival from her teenage years who is good looking and fabulously wealthy. He makes her an offer – he’ll provide her with every luxury in life in return for her chess skills and love. From then on, every move they make counts.

I’m Not Scared

by Niccolo Ammaniti, Penguin, $23.00.

Read this over the holidays as well and couldn’t put it down. A marvellously gripping tale about a small boy who stumbles across a dark and sinister secret that begins to take over his life. Set in a small Italian village during a sizzling summer, this charming story brings back the joys and tortures of childhood, has a lot of suspense and a great twist towards the end that didn’t occur to me for one moment.

The Bone Vault

by Linda Fairstein, Little Brown, $29.95.

History and mystery intermingle in this latest Alex Cooper thriller. Alex is attending a glitzy reception at New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art when a gruesome discovery is made of the body of a young woman in an ancient sarcophagus bound for a show abroad. The cause of death is an unusual one – arsenic poisoning. The investigation leads Alex and NYPD detective Mike Chapman into another world and makes for an engrossing read. For those previously disappointed with Fairstein, she is back in good form with this one.

Sacking The Stork

by Kristin Webb and Kathy Wilson, Macmillan, $30.

Sophie loves cocktails and stilettos, her lover Max and her life in general. Then she finds herself pregnant and everything changes. Max scarpers to the US and Sophie is left literally holding the baby, in turn supported by a bunch of unlikely friends who see her through the first lonely, difficult months of single motherhood. Then along comes a new business venture – and a new man. An entertaining, thoroughly enjoyable read, with warm characters and pep in the writing and the plot.

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No worries

Worrying thoughts drive the vicious circle of anxiety. With every worrying thought, anxiety rises a little more. Challenging such thoughts enables you to jump out of the vicious circle and stop anxiety rising.

As we’ve seen, worrying thoughts can be challenged with three questions:

  • What is the evidence for what I thought?

  • What is the effect of thinking the way I do?

  • What alternatives are there to what I thought?

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Before challenging your own worries with these three questions, practise working through the following examples.

Challenge each worry by writing a more helpful response in the space provided. (Use a separate sheet of paper if you need more space.)

After you have written your answers, compare them with these possible responses.

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Worrying thoughts: possible responses

First, examine the pattern of worrying thoughts that can lead to stress.

Now that you’ve worked through these four practice exercises, you may find it helpful to compare your responses with the various possibilities that follow.

Possible response to Practice 1

  • What is the evidence for what I thought?

When anxious I feel as if I am shaking in a very obvious way, but most of the time people do not even notice I am anxious.

  • What alternatives are there to my thoughts?

Even if people noticed me trembling they would not think I was strange; at worst they could think I’m tense. Anxiety is a normal emotion so they would not think that I was odd just because I’m anxious.

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Possible response to Practice 2

  • What is the effect of my thinking?

As long as I do not work to control my anxiety I will stay this way. The harder I work, the sooner I will be in control.

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Possible response to Practice 3

  • What is the evidence for what I thought?

My symptoms are easily explained in terms of anxiety and overbreathing, not as a physical or mental disease.

  • What is the effect of my thoughts?

One day I will only have weeks to live, but if I spend my life worrying about that time I will have a terrible life.

  • What alternatives are there to my thoughts?

Even if the tests are wrong, I will overcome my anxiety and live unrestricted by fear.

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Possible response to practice 4

  • What alternatives are there to my thoughts?

What is the evidence for what I thought? In the past, my anxiety always decreased and there is no reason to believe that this time will be different.

  • What is the effect of my thoughts?

The more I worry about my anxiety, the longer it will last. Just because I am anxious, danger is not more likely. It is just that my flight or fight response is working well and looking for danger.

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Graveyard shift risks

Working nights may lead to more than just sleep deprivation, according to a study published in the American Journal of the National Cancer Institute, which reported a startling 60 per cent increased risk of breast cancer for women who had worked nights for more than three years.

Why? Researchers think that night workers produce less of the sleep hormone melatonin, which in turn may cause their bodies to make more oestrogen, a hormone linked to breast cancer.

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March 03 book gossip

The word is out…

The Sydney Writers’ Festival (May 19-25), will feature an all-star line-up of 150 writers from Australia and the world. Most of the festival unfolds at Wharf 4/5 Hickson Road, Walsh Bay with these writers already lined up: Janette Turner Hospital, Iain Banks, Augusten Burroughs, Robert Dessaix, Jackie French, Louis Nowra and Mandy Sayers. For more information, visit the festival website at www.swf.org.au

Jonathan Franzen, acclaimed author of The Corrections and the man who is thought to have influenced Oprah Winfrey’s decision to close down the Book Club after he declined to appear on her show, will tour Australia in May to coincide with the re-release of his first two novels, The Twenty-Seventh City and Strong Motion.

London-based Puberty Blues author, Cathy Lette, has left Macmillan and signed up with Simon & Schuster.

In an interview about her first book, The Man with the Dancing Eyes, we learn that English model and grand-daughter of writer Roald Dahl, Sophie Dahl, is a serious book collector. “I think that if you really love a book, there’s nothing nicer than to have a first edition of it,” says Dahl, whose collection includes a first edition of Lolita, inscribed by Graham Greene.

JK Rowling has told her publishers that she won’t make any decisions about publicity for her new book, due out in June, until after the birth of her second child in March. Not that the wizard author has to do much to sell books – according to AC Nielsen, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was the number one selling title for 2001. The Prisoner of Azkaban took the number one best – selling title and the number one children’s title for 2002. Rowling also claimed second place with Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The same survey reveals that more than 34 million books were sold in Australia in 2002, with a total value of $681million. Over the Christmas season, book sales were up by 3.2% and the number one non-fiction book in 2002 was The Guinness World Records, followed by Almost French and Billy by Pamela Stephenson

. Already in London, savage price wars are breaking out over the new Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, with Amazon and W.H. Smith offering half-price deals on pre-ordered copies.

Almost French fans will be disappointed to hear that its author, Sarah Turnbull, is not planning a sequel to her best-seller. Instead, she is working on a book with an historical theme. Meanwhile, the fantastic sales of her debut book are financing some much-needed renovations on her modest Parisian apartment.

Lots of book-related movies coming out and with them, the fervent hope that they’ll boost sales. There’s The Hours, based on Mrs Dalloway, Finding Fish, based on an autobiography of the same name. The Charles Dickens classic, Nicholas Nickleby, has also been made into a movie starring Jamie Bell (Billy Elliott) and Juliet Stevenson, as has White Oleander, starring Michelle Pfeiffer. Ernesto Che Guevara’s The Motorcycle Diaries are being re-issued to tie-in with the film produced by Robert Redford. And Sex and the City screenwriter, Jenny Bicks, is developing a half-hour sitcom based on Jennifer Weiner’s best-selling Good in Bed.

In TV land, we can also expect companion volumes for 24, Cold Feet and ER and a “tell all” about the making of Coronation Street!

A book about the man who was almost certainly the first serial killer in American history has been auctioned for a six-figure sum in the US. The murderer killed seven women in Austin, Texas during 1885. His crimes were so notorious that when Jack the Ripper terrorised London three years later, it was believed he might have moved there. Just like the Ripper, the Texan killer was never caught.

A title that caught my eye when it was released here, Walter the Farting Dog, was such a strong seller in the US that the publisher has asked for two more books from its creators. Can’t wait.

The inaugural Norfolk Island Writers’ and Readers’ Festival will be held from July 19-26. Norfolk Jet is the festival sponsor, and resident and best-selling author, Dr Colleen McCullough is the official patron. Guest authors include Bradley Trevor Greive (Blue Day Book), John Marsden, Di Morrissey, Robert G.Barrett, Stuart Harrison and Sorrel Wilby (also a Norfolk island resident). Barry Crocker, who will be launching his autobiography, and Toni Lamond will both perform.

Now children as young as three will be able to enjoy Stephen King’s brand of terror. “I’ll try not to scare them … well, not too much,” said King of his new audience. The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, which follows a nine-year-old girl on a terror-filled trek through the wilderness and was originally published in 1999, will be turned into a pop-up book.

Mel Brooks has been signed up to write a memoir. “I just can’t wait to read my book,” says the Oscar/Emmy/Grammy/Tony award winner, whose anecdotal book will cover five decades spent in show business.

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Q&a Catherine Gildiner

CATHERINE GILDINER, author of the award- winning best-seller, Too Close To The Falls – A Memoir (Flamingo $21.95), which has been selected as the Great Read in the March issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

A touching and hilarious story, set in the 1950s in a small town, near Niagara Falls. Catherine is a wild child, who does 360 degree loops over swings and has to be rescued by cherry-pickers from tree-tops. Her pharmacist father decides work is the answer and has the four-year-old help Roy deliver prescriptions. Catherine rides around the countryside having some very big adventures which include getting lost in a snow storm, learning to gamble and meeting Marilyn Monroe. Catherine’s mother, who never cooks (so they eat out at restaurants every night) is just one in a parade of wonderful characters in a book you want to re-read the moment you’ve finished it.

Don’t miss it.

**Q. Your book made me laugh so much I cried.

A.** Really? Well, that’s just great! I didn’t know it was funny when I wrote it – isn’t that ridiculous? Talk about a writer not being on top of her work! When I first read the review in the Toronto newspaper that said it was funny, I thought,‘Oh my God – that’s like Mother Agnese (my teacher) said – they’re laughing at me and not with me.’

**Q. The bit where you’re being assessed by the psychiatrist is particularly funny.

A.** What is amazing about the psychiatrist, Dr Small, is that when I went to Lewiston, the town where the book is set, to give a talk, he came. He has since passed away – he was about 80 years old – and he was very nice. He brought me all the tests I’d done and held them up. But he had one huge complaint. He said he was very angry only about one thing, that I had called him puny. Everybody started to laugh because he is about five foot five … a tiny little New Yorker, right? He was just enraged.

**Q. I loved your efforts to try to second guess him during the tests.

A.** All I wanted to do was appear sane. That was my only purpose. Dr Small couldn’t believe that I’d remembered so much detail. I told him I thought my sanity was dependent on it, on each thing that I said, so naturally I remembered it.

**Q. Is it true you thought you had a normal childhood until others read your book?

A.** Yes! I thought I had a totally normal childhood. How it happened was, I invited my neighbour Helen, who is a writer and a painter, to join me when I went back to Lewiston for a school reunion. She said she’d like to go so she could do some painting in Niagara Falls. I warned her that it would be really boring, but she wanted to come anyway. On the way back to Toronto she didn’t say one word. “Why are you so quiet?” I asked her. She said she was completely blown away. We got there and everyone, like the whole town, talked about this guy named Roy. And that you rode around with him from early morning until late at night! And when you went to the general store people talked about how you drove the car when you were little, sitting on pillows. I said, ’Well, everybody drives in a small town.’ And she said, ‘What about how you smoked cigarettes when you were like a little kid?’ I said, ‘Well, everybody has the occasional cigarette!’ I honestly had no idea how different my childhood was.

And she mentioned that people talked about how my mother never made a meal. How we had no food in our house. I said, ‘Restaurants are full of people, Helen.’ She said, ‘But they’re not the same people every night, they’re different people.’ Helen’s like my mother’s age, and she just thought it was so strange. I said, ‘Well, I don’t think it’s the least bit unusual.’

Helen said everyone talked about Roy in such an amazing way, why don’t you just write up the story about when you went to his place overnight? So I wrote that one story up and I sent it to a publisher on Friday and Monday, I got back an advance! With a yellow post-it – typical loquacious Canadian style – which said, ‘Finish it.’

**Q. What a great response for you.

A.** Yes! But then I had to write the rest of the book! So only when the reviews came out did I realise my childhood was unusual. I think everyone thinks their childhood is normal. And it wasn’t unhappy. I thought it was apple pie/motherhood sort of thing, because my parents never had a fight! I thought, ‘Who wants to read about that?’

**Q. You enjoyed wonderful freedom as a child?

A.** Yes, and I didn’t realise that either. The only thing is that I thought other mothers were a bit odd. Like Mrs Schmitt – she would always say to her sons, ‘Where are you boys going?’ I used to think how very odd – like it’s not her business. I thought she was so nosey. I never told her the truth, not once. I never said where we were really going, even if we were doing something she wouldn’t object to, we just never told her. I thought it was odd that she was concerned about where they were and I thought she was invasive. I had no idea that it was my mother who was the other way around.

**Q. Looking back now, how do you see your mother?

A.** As having been a great mother because she never criticised me. I criticised my kids. But if something went wrong with me or someone complained about something I’d done, she’d say ‘Oh dear! Well, I don’t know, I just don’t think you’re meant for this town. You’re just meant for bigger things.’ She never criticised me and I think it gave me a lot of self-confidence. It’s really interesting because I gave a book talk last week to a bunch of eastern Europeans and they thought she was the most God awful mother they’d ever met. Because they’d lived through very hard times and they think that a mother who doesn’t give her child food is unloving. I said, ‘There’s all kinds of ways to love your child.’ And trusting in them and thinking that everything will be okay, assuming that they know what they’re doing. And I think she saw that it wasn’t going to work out with me to stay at home all the time – I was being really hyper. And she said, ‘Hey, this isn’t going anywhere.’

**Q. I liked her tolerance and acceptance of you, and the way she talked to you and encouraged you.

A.** I agree. She was a fabulous mother, she just wasn’t conventional. I didn’t understand that at the time. I thought all mothers talked to their kids that way. When I did a Phd in philosophy and science, I would always think, gee, this is an interesting way to look at it, I bet the professor will really like this – this is way back when there were no women in class, I’d be the only woman in science. And I think that came from my mother saying, ‘Oh that’s an interesting way to look at it.’ As if a four-year-old had an interesting way to make an igloo, I mean I’m sure it was boring. She would say, ‘That’s exactly what a very famous igloo maker would build.’ Part of the reason I named my book Too Close To the Falls, is when you give your kid a lot of freedom, you can get too close to the edge. And I think a few times I really did get too close to the edge, but I think you learn quickly. I think it is a great way to grow up, if you don’t go over the falls. I think I was right on the edge.

**Q. Literally as well, by the end of the book.

A.** Yes! I think the way they raised me was a bit on the edge. But also – I’m a psychologist as well, I own a private practice – people tell me, those who were born in the 50’s as well, that there were child molesters around then. There was incest, too. You just didn’t hear about it. Now I think people are way over-protective. I think the best thing you can do is to give your kids self-esteem and confidence.

**Q. Was your mother raised in a conventional way?

A.** Totally.

**Q. So she was just a very individual woman?

A.** Yes, her sister had five children and all of them became nuns and priests – she was very Catholic. She went to daily Mass, was very conventional in that way. The hardest chapter to write was my mother’s chapter. Because everything I said about my mother was true in one way and not true in another. In the sense that she was very, very different in some ways, while in others she was completely conventional. She would never have gone out of the house wearing the wrong colours in the Fall. Transitional colours, you know, all the other stuff – her purse matched her shoes matched her hat. Have you seen a movie called Far From Heaven? No. You should see it because about 10 people from Lewiston I haven’t seen in like 30 years, called me and said that is your mother. Maybe it’s not on there yet. It’s got Randy Quaid in it and the story is set in the ‘50s.

**Q. I’ll love it, because that’s my period, too.

A.** God, you sound like you’re about 25. My mother fitted perfectly into the ‘50s, she was a member of the garden club and the study club, and all that stuff, but then she’d close the door and go ‘Ooph! Thank God we don’t have to do that. ‘Lock the door, and don’t open it, no matter who knocks. Hit the floor!’ Nobody was allowed to move or make a shadow.

**Q. Your book has been immensely successful – how long has it been on the best-seller list?

A.** 100 weeks.

**Q. Short-listed for the Trillion Award?

A.** Yes. It’s a big award here, the Trillion is sort of the national flower in Canada.

**Q. Is it like the Booker?

A.** Yes, but not as prestigious, I don’t think. A few Canadians would argue about that.

**Q. You’ve received lots of fan letters?

A.** Oh, thousands! I have over 100 people who have written me, who worked from the age of four. ‘I worked in my father’s pet store’, or ‘I delivered newspapers’. Of course, then there were the people who went to Catholic schools who write to me …

**Q. Are you surprised that your book has struck such a chord?

A.** Shocked! Totally shocked. It’s interesting that Roy struck such a chord.

**Q. I love Roy – he’s my favourite character. I wanted to grow up with him, wanted him in my life.

A.** That’s what everyone says! I have hundreds and hundreds of people who say that Roy is their fantasy character to grow up with.

**Q. Do you feel that now, looking back, you were lucky to have him?

A.** Recently, on a memoirs course, people asked me how I felt about people reading it and me writing it. And when I first wrote that part about Roy I didn’t feel anything, I just thought, ‘Oh yes, Roy is a good guy.’ By the time I got to the third draft and not just writing the stock character, as I remembered him, but go back and see how I felt about him as a kid, I was in a foetal position sobbing. I didn’t do that at all when he left. I think first of all, I thought that he was coming back. The other thing is that we all take cues from our parents and our surroundings, and my cue was we all move on. Don’t cry over spilt milk. And there was the stereotype of who I was, tough little girl who didn’t boo-hoo. So I just thought, ‘Okay, Roy’s gone.’ My father said to me once Roy would want you to move on. So I thought, okay, I have to be really tough. I honestly didn’t experience his loss fully until I got to my last draft. Then I was completely overwhelmed. Interesting that I kept that in for so-o-o long. If it was powerful, part of the reason is that it was 30 years lying there and I think it must have been building.

**Q. Roy was a gift. He was so wise and he treated you wonderfully, and I loved the way he got you to tell stories, like the time you were stuck in the snow and you described your meeting with Marilyn Monroe, while his nose was slowly freezing over?

A.** The reason I remember that so clearly is that he lost a chunk of his nose that day and I lost a chunk of my ear from frost bite. So whenever I do that reading – I always show that [the ear].

**Q. You look a bit Marilyn Monroe-esque in photographs.

A.** Except her hair was platinum and mine’s white/grey, there’s a slight difference.

**Q. How has the success of your book affected on your life?

A.** It hasn’t changed my life drastically. But there is a movie in the offing – we’ll see, I have learned a lot about how Hollywood works and you don’t believe it until it’s in the theatre. It’s been optioned. That’s very exciting. I was a psychologist working full time. Now I only have to work half time and I can work the other half on my writing. So that’s been an absolute blessing.

**Q. And you’ve done a lot of touring.

A.** And TV? Yes.

**Q. Have you become a national personality?

A.** I guess so. It’s sort of strange. Among people that read, yes. But how many people read? Real national personalities are football players and actresses. What’s so weird is I don’t have a television. People will say I saw you yesterday and it will shock me. The idea of being recognised. The other thing that’s very strange is people will come up to me on the street and talk to me in detail about their life. And they think that because they’re familiar with my life, I’m as familiar with theirs. They feel like they know me and they start telling me all these intimate details. You know, “This is what happened to me the first time I kissed a man,” and I’ll be on the subway!

**Q. Is that you as a child on the cover, wearing a cowgirl suit?

A.** Yes. It’s funny, I’ve just been to New Orleans and the women there are really, really eccentric in a really great way. They talk about before the war (Civil) like it was yesterday. Anyway they all showed up in cowgirl outfits.

**Q. You’re joking?

A.** No, and the woman who introduced me was the only one not in a cowgirl suit – she wore a Davey Crockett hat.

**Q. Are you comfortable with people raking over the details of your life?

A.** I was, but I was quite shocked last week when I went to that group of Europeans and they said my mother had been neglectful. How could your mother allow you to go to Harlem? They thought she had been a bad mother and I felt badly about that. I felt I had exposed her in a way I wouldn’t want people to see her, because I didn’t experience her in that way. Then I realised they really saw things through their experiences. I think whenever you’ve been hungry – been through war – the whole idea of not having food in your home for your children is so unthinkable. But I did think, why did I expose my mother to their scrutiny? Had a minute there where I thought maybe it’s better to write fiction.

**Q. Did you feel like hitting them?

A.** I felt like crying or punching them, one or the other.

**Q. Who was the first person to read the manuscript?

A.** The same woman who had gone to the reunion with me, she had had a bit of a flavour of the town. When we talked to some people in Lewiston, they said you had no idea what it looked like, this tiny little blonde girl travelling around town with this guy Roy. Lots came out about Roy when I went and did a reading there. Lots [of people] stood up and told what Roy had done for them. Being an outsider, a lot of people confided in him and when you’re a delivery person in a small town, doors are unlocked and you’d be invited to come in and sit down. We entered people’s lives. The one thing the town got very exercised about was Warty. They insisted they were much kinder to her than I had recognised in the book. I found out that when people feel guilty, they don’t actually see what’s on the page. Amazing! They claimed they’d given boxes of clothing and they were upset that it wasn’t in the book. No, it wasn’t.

**Q. They were blinded to it because of their emotional reaction?

A.** That’s right! A man stood up, a lawyer in the town, and said he resented that I insinuated that he was Warty’s father. There was complete silence and his wife had to say, ‘Would you come and sit down?’ His own guilt was literally pouring out. It was just amazing. I guess Warty is like the biblical story of the leper – who takes care of the leper? I think everyone wanted to be seen as the good Christian town of the ‘50s. They weren’t as good to her as they could have been. I said, ‘Look, I don’t think anyone is judging you. ‘It wasn’t about the town’ I wanted to say, ‘Get over yourself, you’re not that important. It’s really about Warty, not about you.’

**Q. Were you apprehensive about going back to Lewiston after the book was published?

A.** I am a lamb to the slaughter. I think that’s part of the problem with my upbringing, I really thought that everybody would like the book. And if they didn’t, they would say, ‘Oh well, that’s your view’, the way my mother would. Of course when I got there that wasn’t true! I didn’t think Warty was born from a Dalmatian. These people aren’t readers either – right? I said, ‘Had you ever heard the Dalmatian story? Well, that’s what I meant.’ They didn’t understand the difference between memory and truth.

**Q. The ending shocked me – I didn’t guess for a second about the Jesuit priest.

A.** I know, I was completely shocked and everybody else knew. That was the humiliating part of it. People in Lewiston said, ‘How could you not have known that?’ I just didn’t get it. I’m like that now. I went back to Lewiston thinking everybody’s going to really like the book and I took the Toronto Star newspaper and a film crew – they asked could they come and do stories on me returning to the town. I thought what a good idea, I had no idea people would be irate about it. I was shocked people didn’t see things my way – I think that’s the thing about being an only child with permissive parents. You think everybody’s going to find you delightful and when you get there, they don’t! As my husband said, surprise, surprise.

**Q. You row competitively?

A.** Yes. I just got back from Boston, we did the Charles River. We were hoping to come to Australia actually – we row all over.

**Q. So this is a high standard?

A.** We’re a Masters team, there’s four of us. We used to be better. I swear with menopause, you get worse every 10 minutes. We definitely had our heyday. I’m the eldest in the boat. I was number 1 in the boat, then number 2, then 3, now I’m 4. Next year I’ll be swimming alongside it.

**Q. You’ve obviously won a lot of events.

A.** Yes, we’ve got gold medals and our own coach. We’ve really done well over the years.

**Q.You’ve raised three sons?

A.** Yes, well they’ve grown, let’s put it that way. Two are 21, one is 24.

**Q. You have twins?

A.** Yep, identical twins – I have a psychological study in my own home.

Q.Not surprisingly, you’re like your mother and not into cooking?

A. I did try last year. I did the Christmas dinner, but I left the plastic package in the turkey – they don’t tell you that in the cookbooks! ‘Remove the plastic package’ – it doesn’t say that anywhere. I’m starting my first cooking course. I try to use cookbooks, but they use words I’ve never heard of. They say “simmer”. I know what it is in romance, but I have no idea what it is in cooking. There’s a tremendous number of assumptions. I grew up not knowing potatoes were French fries.

**Q. Your sons left home?

A.** The horrible thing that happens here is that in North America, people leave and then they come home. So I have two still in university and one that has come home to work for a year, between undergraduate and graduate school. He’s a philosophy major, so he said he’s come home to think. I told him to get a job and think at work.

**Q. Describe your surrounds?

A.** I live in downtown Toronto, right in the middle, in a brownstone like in New York, three floors, an old Victorian home.

**Q. Cold there now?

A.** Freezing. Tons of snow, you know all those pictures of the Arctic, that’s what it looks like.

**Q. How many years have you been married and what does your husband do?

A.** 30. I’m an Irish Catholic from America, he’s a Polish Jew from Poland and then Israel – quite a mix – and he is a radiologist.

**Q. I believe people are imploring you to write another book about your life, but your husband doesn’t want you to?

A.** I threaten him with that. I say, ‘Are you gong to clean the driveway with the snow? And if you don’t, I’m going write a sequel.’ I really use the sequel all the time. It was easy to write my book because both of my parents passed away early and I’m an only child. The rest of my cousins are nuns and priests, so all they do is pray for me. It’s a lot harder to do stuff when people are alive. I’m thinking of a sequel, but I don’t really have the characters I had – it was a lot easier to write that book. I was lucky, I had Roy and Warty, the Marilyn Monroe thing, I had a lot of stuff happen.

**Q. Have you grown up a gambler because of Roy’s influence?

A.** No, I went to a conference in Las Vegas and I thought, ‘I wonder why I thought this was fun?’ I think Roy made it fun. What I liked about the way Roy did it, he made you pay up. He never acted like I was little and he was big. A week’s salary was a week’s salary, so it was like a big deal.

**Q. He treated you as an equal.

A.** Totally. I was shocked when a reviewer suggested he was a baby-sitter because he never made me feel like that. They missed the whole book if they didn’t get that, frankly. You have no idea what people miss. There are people who don’t know he’s black. How could they read the story of when we go into the bar and miss it? But I go, ‘So Roy was black’ and they go, ‘Black???’ Shocking isn’t it?

**Q. You’ve started another book about Freud and his daughter, which is a kind of murder mystery?

A.** It’s an historical novel about Freud’s seduction theory, tracing Freud and Darwin through the 19th century.

**Q. It sounds serious.

A.** It’s more serious, but there are two detectives in it who are slightly humorous. One has killed her husband and she forgets why. There’s comic relief. We’ll see.

**Q. I guess you’re still busy enjoying the success of this?

A.** Yes, but I’m feeling the pressure to get something else done now.

**Q. Horoscope sign?

A.** Aries.

**Q. That’s why I liked your character in the book! I have a lot of friends who are Aries.

A.** It’s very interesting because a lot of people who relate to me as a character are people who are like me.

**Q. I loved the idea in your book about being different, but everything still working out. I think, too, everyone has moments as a child when they think they’re totally different.

A.** Oh, totally, I learned that as a psychologist. That everybody feels they are completely bizarre until they realise the thoughts they have within themselves, everyone has. One advantage of being a psychologist was that no matter what I think, it didn’t scare me too much to put it on the page because I knew what people think – right? People would say, ‘Oh how did you say this bit?’ And I’d say, ‘Oh big deal.’ Everybody has pretty much the same thoughts and you learn that as a psychologist. When you ask what are your best memories and your worst memories, they are almost all the same.

**Q. It’s an interesting mix of psychologist and writer – these two aspects of you obviously rub along quite easily?

A.** Yes and I’ve always been interested in the personalities – I’ve always been interested in the people in science, whereas my husband is interested in statistics and formulas. I like that, but my interest is how did this one man come up with this theory? I like that integration.

**Q. Do people call you Cathy or Catherine?

A.** Cathy.

**Q. And if I said Cathy loves …?

A.** Fun.

**Q. Cathy believes …?

A.** In myself.

**Q. Any particular reader or genre you like?

A.** I’ve taken to reading memoirs to compare them. I think before I wrote mine, I was totally obsessed as a teenager with Victorian novels. I’m just not ready for the 20th century yet.

**Q. Let’s hope you come to Australia – I understand you’re well acquainted with a lot of Australian culture?

A.** I’ve enjoyed reading Australian books. I started seeing all the Australian films, started going to the film festivals. I love your movies. They take these small things and make movies out of them, they don’t make blockbusters. They know themselves and say they’re happy with who they are and they make movies about small moments in time. I just saw Phillip Noyce’s Rabbit Proof Fence and I really liked it. I don’t think there is an Australian film I haven’t seen. All the directors come to the film festival here and I really like how the Australians have a marvellous speaking manner – they speak very well like the British, but they’re not like the British because they’re more honest and more out there. Any seminars that the visiting Oz directors give, I always go. I would love to come out to Australia.

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Too close to the falls

Meet MARILYN MONROE in an exclusive extract from March Great Read: Too Close To The Falls – A Memoir by Catherine Gildiner (Flamingo, $21.95)

The Marilyn Monroe saga: It is 1952 and four year old Cathy and Roy are delivering a prescription to Marilyn Monroe on the set of the movie Niagra, which is being shot close to Lewiston, a small town in western New York where Cathy’s father is the pharmacist:

Cathy went up to the guard and said that they had a prescription for Marilyn Monroe. The guard said he would make sure she got it, but Cathy informed him of the narcotics law in New York State which maintained that the person whose name was on the prescription had to sign for the drug if it was listed in the registry as a narcotic. Low and behold, the rope was moved, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea when Moses divided it, and Roy and Cathy were led on the set. They went over to the chairs where Henry Hathaway, the movie’s director, and Joseph Cotton, the leading man, were sitting. Joseph Cotton, a man, was wearing makeup that even Irene would have thought excessive.

Henry Hathaway seemed relieved to see Cathy and Roy and said, ‘Thank God Marilyn’s medicine is here. You’ve saved my bacon!” He reached for a megaphone and yelled, ‘Let’s call those extras back to the set in one hour please.”

Jean Peters, another actress, who was leaning on the motel set having a cigarette under the “No Vacancy” sign, threw her cigarette on the lawn and seemed kind of in a huff. She said, pointing to Cathy, “Well, she’s the only natural blond on the lot.”

Henry Hathaway laughed and told Cathy, “You never know. You may be our next star.”

Joseph Cotton said, smoothing his tweezed eyebrow, “After all, Betty Grable was discovered at Schrafft’s and her hair was only half as blond as yours.”

Cathy was thrilled. Henry gave the security guard the go-ahead for them to go to Marilyn’s room in the Sheraton Brock Hotel. Because of the crowds who were waiting for Marilyn to get off the elevator, the guard had to take them up in a special freight elevator that had quilts on the walls.

Cathy knocked on the door, but no one answered. One thing Cathy and Roy knew was that when you deliver narcotics, people are happy to see you. That much she’d learned practically in her crib. She leaned close to the door, tapped, and murmured, “Nembutal for Marilyn Monroe.”

That was the open sesame. Marilyn popped her head out of the door looking like a ruffled white rooster with hair askew and smeared ruby red lips and muttered., “Oh, I’m not quite dressed yet. I know I have to sign – pardon my attire and the mess and come on in.” She opened the door fully and the delivery pair entered, not without trepidation, for Marilyn was in her slip. There were clothes all over the floor, and cigarettes with red ends that were hardly smoked were overflowing the ashtray and getting mixed in with piles of makeup in more colours than an artist’s palette. “I just have two more nails,” she said, hastily applying Revlon Night to Remember nail polish on top of chipped old red polish.

Her tight slip wasn’t doing a good or even adequate job of covering her body. The scanty eyelet undergarment was white, but her long-line brassiere, garter belt, and pants were black. The cups of her bra were lace and had concentric circles sewn in top-stitching, and were shaped like sugar cones for ice cream, pointing straight out. Now, if the facts be known, Cathy wouldn’t have been caught dead in a room with another woman, let alone a man, in that getup. Cathy gave Marilyn a look which let her know that Roy was a man and that maybe he should wait outside.

Roy carried the maroon leather narcotics log and held it out for Marilyn to sign, pointing to the spot where the morphine was listed. As he leaned over to give her the pen, she flopped down on her vanity stool and prepared to sign, scowling as though she’d signed more of these than she cared to remember. Suddenly her mood and body seemed to loosen up, and she said in a little-girl kind of breathy voice, “What’s that smell? Is that Juicy Fruit?” She leaned close to Roy’s face and sniffing. Roy didn’t say anything. He just got out his Juicy Fruit and casually handed her a piece, but she said he had to peel it because her nails were wet. As he took off the yellow wrapper and foil, she gave the signed narcotics log a big squeeze against her chest, which made parts of her body come up over the top of her slip and slide all around. Then she handed the book back to Roy, saying in that same gushy voice, with eyes open wide, as though she were shocked or something, “Now, that was a sneaky way to get my autograph.” Then she smiled at Roy and her face really lit up. Her whole sort of pudgy sour face turned radiant. He remained calm, as though he were talking to the Duponts or Warty or Marie. Roy had a style that didn’t change with the wind. He said, “I go all over these parts, givin’ out Juicy fruit sticks and getting’ autographs. Why, yesterday we got…who was it, Cath? Ava Gardner, wasn’t it? But she wanted Doublemint.” He beamed back a smile right at her. Marilyn didn’t wait for Cathy’s share of the joke. “Well,” she said, raising her shoulders and everything else that seemed connected as well, except for her slip, “I guess you can’t satisfy everyone.” Roy was quiet and never moved away after getting the book back. He said, “So I’ve heard tell.” For some reason Cathy didn’t feel included.

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