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| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 477 |
| Release | : 2015-01-14 |
| Genre | : Fiction |
| ISBN | : 0994239912 |
John Tasker is a divided, but enjoined, man. Physically he is running from the law while hunting down his own father, just as his father used to track down the wild tuskers in Sri Lanka. At the same time, mentally, he is tracking down his murderous brother’s enemies, imaginably or not, with a deadly efficiency. Adding to his confusion is how his indolent lawyer’s job in the Attorney-General’s Department has itself suddenly become fraught with danger for his own personal safety. The resultant clash that erupts between his fervently-adopted Australia and his fervently-rejected Sri Lanka isn’t helping the mental chaos he is thrown into on an otherwise perfectly-acceptable day. One trouble is his state of being so enjoined. Through his own mind’s-eye he sees how his own milieu has been drawing him inevitably towards the cliff’s edge. Also through his-and-his-brother’s mind’s-eye he sees too much of the terrorizing worldwide Tamil organizations, and from a close-up much too gory. And through his-and-his-father’s mind’s-eye he sees no good nurture purpose to his existence, except the sighing and dying and the leavings from him. He can see how it’s all so willfully like his father’s wild snared tuskers endeavouring to escape, trying to drag the lines dragging the antler’d sambhur’s skulls through the hopelessly impossible bush. On top of all this, he has the living scaffold of the Sri Lankan Inspector Ekanayake now-and-ever looming over him. The Inspector doesn’t care a hoot about any mind’s-eye or mind’s-eyes, ‘bloody ****ing hell sorry’. He only cares for the hunt’s conclusion, and how John Tasker should know it. What is the Inspector doing in Canberra and asking so many pointed questions? What might he know about the shadowy and murderous Tasker twin brother with, apparently, the justified alias of Tusker? All John Tasker can now see is how his world and the manic world of his fearsome brother are being forced to converge so suddenly and so bizarrely. This is the first title in the ongoing Inspector Ekanayake series.
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 120 |
| Release | : 2016-06-28 |
| Genre | : Drama |
| ISBN | : 0994531168 |
Dorothy is married to a south Indian surgeon who has been shot in a gang-related murder in Melbourne. She knows nothing about what’s behind this but she feels obliged to travel to her mother-in-law in Chennai to relate what little she does know. This, she dreads doing, not just because this once-Australian, everyone’s ‘auntie’ has always turned a blithe deaf ear to her, but more because the old girl is a scrawn, a whack job, a dizzy, shouting commands and bouncing around doing power-praying in her so-called God’s Kip-out. Auntie’s alarming behaviour is exasperated by the current domestic help – a girl who has the old shrew’s measure. In God’s Kip-out, surliness and plain dumb disobedience palpably beats screaming fits every time. If trying to muster up Auntie’s comprehension wasn’t enough, Dorothy is soon reminded of her fury towards Auntie’s other son, Navin, who is a doctor specialising in local fertility clinics and, of course, offering legal terminations to those who would prefer to try again for a son, rather than waste a pregnancy on a girl. As screechingly obtuse as Auntie is, Navin remains stubbornly obtuse to any moral problem with what he does; he has the comfort of the broader picture of his beloved ultra-sound machine’s screen. Nor does Dorothy bank on the physical manifestations of her husband’s killing coming to literally try to beat Auntie’s door down to get at her. It is as well Inspector Charles Ekanayake is in refuge there with his beloved auntie for his secondment to the Indian CID from Sri Lanka. He doesn’t mind broken legs on the front lawn. --------------------
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 128 |
| Release | : 2016-07-02 |
| Genre | : Drama |
| ISBN | : 0994630158 |
Bill and Billy are having marital problems but these pall when compared to the problems they have to face from their next door neighbour. If that wasn’t enough, there is the general alarm put out to be on the alert for a serial murderer thought to be in the district. In the heavy night of the Mornington countryside, their weekender cottage offers scant protection from what is determined to befall them from the outside and what is determined to torment them from the inside. It is not as if they find themselves living in some scripted fiction where the fear comes driving at them intermittently but can be pulled back from with a flick of a light switch. No, this night they find themselves within the clutches of an evil that is constant, unharboured and unanchored. This night the pretend-fear becomes the real fear… the production gallops towards reality. It is difficult to tell who is who, or what is what. The only thing Bill and Billy – and anyone else – know is that all becomes very real dead mad.
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 136 |
| Release | : 2016-06-24 |
| Genre | : Drama |
| ISBN | : 0994531125 |
An ensemble of actors who are about to start rehearsing a play about the Moree race riots visit Endeavour Lane in Moree to get a feel of the lie of the land. This is where the young Aboriginal 'Cheeky' McIntosh was shot and killed during the infamous 1982 rumble between local whites and blacks. The leader/director/writer of the ensemble has a more intimate knowledge of the site. Back in 1982 he remembers playing cricket with his school chums using, as a lark, a wicket made up of a piece of the makeshift ‘stockade’ Cheeky and his mates tried to hole up behind. Now, while the actors mill around Endeavour Lane, an old man appears in their midst, sits down and declares he is waiting for a bus (Endeavour Lane is a dead end) to take him to the murder trial of the three Whites charged with Cheeky's death. The old man is Daddy, a local Moree elder. Is he out of his time? Is he trying to interfere with the ensemble's thinking about putting on a play about that night back in 1982? Is he really waiting for a bus to take him to some trial about the riot? They might be the wiser if they could concentrate on what Daddy is saying rather than arguing amongst themselves. They do understand, though, that dabbling with the theatre is dabbling with an illusion that can be more real than reality, and just as killing. Still, they cannot understand why that full-scale riot at Myall Creek Massacre – even further back in 1838 -- should keep cropping up in what should have otherwise been their lazy’n’hazy Sunday morning, especially since not a line of script has been written yet. It begs the question about which Daddy down the millennia are they dealing with here? --------------------------- Bill Reed is a novelist, playwright and short-story writer. He has worked as editor and journalist both in Australia and overseas, and has won national competitions for drama and for long and short fiction.
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 89 |
| Release | : 2015-06-02 |
| Genre | : Drama |
| ISBN | : 0994322747 |
A humorous narrative writtenn for nthe stage around Ron Edwards' best-selling book 'Australian Yarns'
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 160 |
| Release | : 2015-06-07 |
| Genre | : Drama |
| ISBN | : 0994322763 |
Blurb (Act I) PARSONS: I’m beginning to feel what his friends must have gone through when they were really seeing him off. The longer they wait, the more improbably it is that the bloody plane will ever leave. They mouth platitudes to each other about every man having the unimpeachable right to die at home. They don’t look into each other’s eyes knowing that not one of them has even bothered to tell the old boy about pipe dreams, tobacco smoke delusions. What they mean, really, is that they can’t wait any longer to get him off their hands. Blurb (Act 2) SURROUND MONOLOGUE: I didn’t care. I had my ticket in my hand in the plane. I would have had my ticket in my hand if they hadn’t taken it off me before I got on. That’s not the point. It’s as good as having your ticket in your hand when you’re sitting in the plane and they haven’t turfed you off because if they haven’t turfed you off then that means you must have had a ticket in your hand to be able to be there on the plane. And what I’ve got a right to expect is a bit of help from someone coming up and saying Siggie. Someone to come up and say my name. It’s a tremendous bit of help when someone remembers your name when they come up and say, Siggie. It’s terrible when someone comes up and opens his mouth to speak but says nothing. Blurb (Act 3) As a director, I was immediately impressed by the inherent theatricality of the play… of what constitutes a theatrical event. In this work that gives us not just a play but an experience of the struggle for creation. (Peter Batey, Artistic Director,
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 389 |
| Release | : 2020-06-04 |
| Genre | : |
| ISBN | : 0648764133 |
Y ou could say man into wolf and wolf into man got blasted into existence. You could also say the Tasmanian Aborigines and the Tasmanian Wolf got blasted out of existence. It’s called extinction and it lasts forever and, when Ihe the wolfman did the sums of early Tasmania, it all added up. This was except for one thing… the existence of the truly last Thylacine Wolf hiding out somewhere life-giving and life-preserving from the ever-hunters and the always-killers. This made it all the more urgent for Ihe to find the great beast first, in order to brace up its unique animal-kind courage before they tracked it down. They are always tracking it down. But Ihe was Man and also Wolf, as one, and he was on the scent too… that for every eye done to extinction was a human hunter’s eye and for every done-in eye tooth was a human hunter’s tooth. And for flesh, what better than human flesh? But first, there was his famous arch-enemy to hunt down and run from, both. It was bad enough when he planted his foot in the wrong place and the Army’s report about it concluding: ‘In any hairy situations, this will undoubtedly change how he gets a lot of looks’. But what would the Army know about the trauma that transmogrifies? It’s always been nits or nothing with him, anyhow. It’s just that Ihe the wolfman didn’t want to end up like the presumed last Tasmanian Wolf hanging from a rafter. That great shame.
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 114 |
| Release | : 2016-06-28 |
| Genre | : Drama |
| ISBN | : 0994630107 |
Henry had one good eye until the surgeon lost even that one’s lens down some drain. He had a wife he could call his own until she started to shack up very noisily with some young turk Australian postgraduate in his (Henry’s) own home. He had a housekeeper until she left in built-up disgust claiming Henry continuously confessed to some vague past unspeakable crime. Henry also had this itch which his new housekeeper – his wife’s cousin – could keep in check with her very personal fingernails. Then there was his house-full of irreplaceable objects until his new housekeeper’s husband came along and proceeded to methodically clean him out. Try as he might, though, Henry couldn’t get rid of was his famous father’s specimen jars of Australian Aboriginal parts... an internationally acclaimed collection which no one, not even the housekeeper’s husband, wanted to rid him off. All this was obviously conspiring to rob him of his morning banana. The thing is he didn’t even have his Australia anymore since fate’s blindness had him stranded there in Port Moresby, where even people he didn’t know were outside gathering into an angry mob just because (he thinks) he is he. Unfair is unfair no matter how incapable you are of looking at it. Still, Henry always had the driven-self of living on Mars, if only he could have gotten around to it.
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 210 |
| Release | : 2016-08-01 |
| Genre | : Drama |
| ISBN | : 0994630166 |
Here are the award-winning or noted short-form plays whose productions range from a few minutes to lengthy one-acters. Each inclusion in this collection has been selected by the Australian Script Centre to be listed for viewing or purchase on its website Australianplays.org. These twelve plays are designed either for full production or as workshop exercises with allowances for a few or a goodly number of actors and theatre support staff. Some have been produced many times by groups either in advanced-level schools or at theatre festivals.
| Author | : Bill Reed |
| Publisher | : Reed Independent |
| Total Pages | : 332 |
| Release | : 2021-03-24 |
| Genre | : Fiction |
| ISBN | : 0648764176 |
We cannot blame Charles Dickens for not meeting our national Arts treasure Philip P. Pirip, but: go blame yr rottern Fate; whos flushs beat yr faces straights It could be said, though, Dickens did lend his major characters to Philip P. Pirip, although ‘lend’ might not be the best word; rather freedom opened the door to its wide-open spaces to allow them to escape and give vent to their grievances with their famous author, seeing as to how he never once mentioned the fabulous Surnevv diamonds that they once had their hands on and now wanted back at whatever cost to literature. Fabulous royalties might have been Charles Dickens’s lot but the diamonds were the only avenue for riches beyond creative writing for Miss Haversham, Estella, Mister Jaggers, Compeyson, Orlick, Biddy and a whole cast of actors and naked ‘actrusses’ who now demanded their jewel dues and were willing to kill for them. That escape fell to them after ‘Great Expectations’ found its way onto one of the heaps in the rubbish tip that was beloved of Pirip and in fact the location of his Tiphome, a dump in itself. From that fact, it was only a short fictional distance for the Dickens’s characters to land on Pirip’s lap with a vengeance. They came to lap but I stukk out tongue, ‘take thapt’! How our hero struggles with them might not be in any universal history books but, in artistic circles, it set the standard for the license to cull.
