And there it goes

my holiday, that is. Tomorrow I shall have to get up early again and hoist myself to work. Well, I do get paid, so who am I to complain? Exactly. So I don't. Complain that is.
Today though, we have the annual christmas fair in our congregation. It has been going on for a couple of years and it is always nice.
My niece and I shall work the coffeebar. So it is rather fun as well. My niece, fyi just got her drivers licence. So a new phase in her live starts. Yet again. But then, that is youth for and it is great.

Apart from that, I thought, I'd write about another genre of books I do like. "Surprisingly enough", these are crime-stories. Agatha Christie of course, I am just listening to "Passenger to Frankfurt". It is a story neither with Miss Marple, nor with Hercule Poirot. Rather nice. She did write several books where those two don't appear, though I do like Miss Marple. This book I am listening to, is read by Hugh Fraser, who performed Captain Hastings to David Suchet in several Poirot-Films.

But the Stories, that I want to write about today are those of Arthur William Upfield. He was an engish man, who emigrated to Australia, did several very different jobs and finally wrote about 30. Most of them about a Detective Inspector of Queensland with the not so common name of Napoleon Bonaparte, called, by friends and family simply Bony. That is reiterated in every book. The reader knows it already, but the people he asks to call him Bony don't.

The specialty about Bony is, that he has an aboriginal mother and a european father. So he has two cultures in him. His parents abandoned him. Or rather: his father abandoned his mother and she abandoned the son. So Bony grew up in an orphanage and fought up to his standing as Detective Inspector. And that was really hard work. Arthur Upfield wrote in the time between the 1930's and the 1950'. And he portrayed, what was the general oppinion of that time. And that wasn't very charming, to put it mildly. Aboriginies (I hope I do write that correctly), were seen a little below stock, but above vermin. Women, were a little above stock.

I do not always like Bonys attitude, he is often very complaecent, but then I never liked that about Hercule Poirot. Also I think, that it is obvious, that a european wrote the stories, because even though he states, that Bony has all the good sides of an Aboriginal in him, but compared to the - few in my oppinion - good sides in a european, they did not weigh as much to Mr. Upfield. Useful for the solution of his cases, but he still was just a "half-cast". I put this into marks, because I do not like the use of this word.

Still, the stories in themselves, as crimestories, are very good. And Upfield gives some very fascinating descriptions of the landscape and the lifestyles of these times. They are very good stories, well worse reading....

This is the title of the latest audiobook for those stories. It is just an example. Read them all or listen to the audiobooks.

Now, the piece from the film above (that I don't own), is a theatre in Cairns and I did see that myself in 1996, when I took and extended holiday to Australia. Myself, I started in Sydney, drove up to Cairns in a coach, flew to Alice Springs and then was driven in another bus to Darwin. And in Cairns, as I wrote, we went to see this and it is really well worth it. There is one song, called: Proud to be Aboriginee. It tells about the story of Aboriginals and how they have been treated by the people who invaded their country. AND it has a very nice melody and Didgereedoos in it.

That's it, here it is 1.52 am and so it is time to get into bed. Good night therefore...