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May 18, 2018

JUNE: Extinctions (Josephine Wilson)

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Edited: May 18, 2018

For June's book club (and the first ever online book club entry), our Editor-in-Chief Max Vos will be looking at Josephine Wilson's novel Extinctions. Josephine Wilson is an academic at Curtin University, and Extinctions won the 2017 Miles Franklin award after being first published in 2016 by UWA Press.

[Source]: Author and academic Josephine Wilson posing with flowers and a grey background, with her novel Extinctions.

 

 

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All that detail is lost, and we return to dirt. (p.34) People will attach themselves to the most arbitrary of things. He knew that now. Attachment was not a logical business. (p.13) Thinking had usurped sleeping, although you could hardly call it thought. Thinking was not supposed to be disconnected from the person doing it. (p.89) Blind hope: could this be an incubator [...] not some egg abandoned on a cliff face, but something warm and alive, something that might, with care and attention - with what might even be called love - become a living thing? (p.118) You could snap your fingers at one end of the galaxy and you'd hear it at the other . (p. 184) She knew the history, and films like that ruin the truth, she told her friends; they overstate things, or fall short. But even then she had felt unsteady in her convictions. After all, what else can any story be, but too much, or not enough? (p.258) Discussion Questions How well do you think the themes of grief and loss were represented in the book? This novel also deals with race, and its supposed 'extinction'. Do you think the book handles this subject well? Share a favourite quote from the book below, and explain why. Who was your favourite character? Do the characters seem familiar, realistic, or grounded? Do you think the book represents Perth well? Does the setting feel vivid? Would you read another book by Josephine Wilson? The blurb of my copy says: “Humorous, poignant and galvanising by turns, Extinctions is a novel about all kinds of extinction – natural, racial, national and personal – and what we can do to prevent them.” Do you agree that this sums up the novel properly? Content Warnings (by page) (p.38) - induced vomiting (p.40-1) - eating disorder mention (p.41) - heroin mention (p.49) - racism and sexism mention, implied rape and abuse (p.51) - implied rape and assault (p.78) - heroin mention (p.105) - child abuse (p.158) - child abuse, domestic violence (p.168) - alcoholism mention (p.194) - child abuse mention (p.220) - child abuse mention (p.223) - child abuse mention (p.263) - child abuse (p.278) - murder, domestic abuse mention Next month... In July, we'll be reading If We Were Villains , by M. L. Rio [ Source ]

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