Just Now - Softcover

Goldman, Rosanne R. R. C.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1420862227 ISBN 13: 9781420862225

Publisher: AuthorHouse UK DS, 2005

Synopsis

''Just Now'' is an autobiography which moves back and forth in time and place, chronicling moments which stand out in the author''s memory. The themes of Disability, Jewish Life, Injustices and the Law will provoke shock or empathy. The author provides a unique and candid glimpse of human interaction in the latter part of the Twentieth Century. Full of poetry and lyrical commentaries, interspersed with letters and diary entries the book contains sharp edges of humour, sometimes cynicism and sometimes controversy, bordering on the absurd. ''Just Now'' is an unforgettable memoir which echoes through the writer''s life and you, the reader, will feel impelled to read more of the author''s story. .. Just Now. ..

About this title

From the Author

This book was written as a cathartic exercise, dragging me
out of the Depths of Depression, Despair and Anxiety. But once it was
completed I felt that I should share my Life with others for we all need to
understand how different, yet how similar we are. Come and share my Life
with me . . . Cry, laugh, love and be with me . . .

Just Now

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'For whatever reason we were almost fleeing this place, this city
of Sydney with the most beautiful harbour in the world, the giant steel
bridge spanning the deep body of water, joining two sections of land,
dividing north from easet, Pacific Ocean always there - sometimes a deep
petrol-blu, sometimes a dull opaque slate grey, sometimes splattered with
white choppy waves. Always reflecting the mood and weathr of the southern
skies, no longer protectected by the ozone layer, the most dangerous of
skies, Light so intensen and strong that I could never travel in the
day-time without wearing dark glasses. Farewelling the city with the
nun-like head-dressed buildings nestling in a steady floating mass upon the
ocean, along the shore of that exquisite bay.The buildings of the famed
Sydney Opera House were meant to look like the masts of Tall Ships, but
something went awry and they never managerd to look like more than broken
sea-shells or shattered glass left strewn after a New-Year's Eve
Celebration. Nethertheless the buildings became International heritage.
Those famous gleaming domes had actually become quie familiar to me and
mine, not only from the outside or as members of an audience, but many
times some of us had played music on that stage of the enormous
concert-hall, never able to fill the cavernous interior with sound, always
waiting for the music to travel back to our expectant ears. How familiar
the bowels of this famous Opera House had become to our family. We came to
know the ins and outs of it, the ups and downs, the old, padded lifts, the
abominable 'Green Room' with its stained upholstered lounges and stale
stink of old frying oil and ubiquitous hamburgers, chips and bacon. We
always enetered the Opera House via the backstage, laughing with the
in-house staff, enjoying their gay, upfront humour, getting to know them
all, to spar with them verbally and listen to their tales of pains and
sorrows as they did ours.
Then there were the trees, the never-ending sea of green gums or eucalypt.
Sometimes I would long for a glimpse of a different tree and there would
appear an incongruous fir or oak, oddly out of place. In Manly the
beach-front was lined with Norfolk pines which were always inhabited by
twittering birds, deafening us with their incessant warbling . . .
Paddy's Market housed in the heart of the city was always a riot of
colours and smells. Blood red poinsettia plants and bonsais and huge fruits
and spices and vegetables and almost every object you could wish for or
not. . .
Harry's 'Cafe de Wheels' stood near the wharf, an immobile illegal caravan
which fees the hungry for a price in this great city when all else is
asleep. A meeting place for the lonely, providing food and human company,
where smartly-dressed celebrities stand side-by-side with Common Man,
eating pies-and-peas-and-mash or chilli-dogs and drinking Coca-Cola from
cans or coffee from Styrofoam cups whilst watching sailors at work or
staggering along the opposite boardwaldk after a night out on the town.
But here we were in the middle of some surrealistic dream, fleeing this
wondrous city, this huge island continet which lies like a massive jewil in
the Southern Hemishere.

Edition details

• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK DS
• Publication date: 2005
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1420862227
• ISBN 13: 9781420862225
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 424