Isobelle Carmody
Isobelle Carmody
Isobelle Jane Carmodyis an Australian writer of science fiction, fantasy, children's literature, and young adult literature...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth16 June 1958
CountryAustralia
feet matter
Life has always been a matter of putting one's feet down carefully
dog powerful heart
The worst predijudice is unknowing. We think we treat others as equals, but, in our deepest heart, we regard ourselves as superior. In part, this is because we are, in ways, powerful. But that does not make the race of humans (funanga) better than that of the dog or equine.
dream love-is magic
The very shape of our dreams defines us. We learn about the world and try out our thoughts and visions in them. Our dreams goad us and drive us and summon and sustain us and when we are old they comfort us. Magic is a kind of dream, and love is a dream, and hope is a dream. Without our dreams, there is no sweetness, no purpose to life.
long people fiction
Long fiction is wonderful and you can lose yourself in it as a reader and as a writer, but short stories don't allow the same kind of immersion. Often the best stories hold you back and make you witness them. This may be one of the reasons some people reject the form. That and the fact that they are harder work to read. A story will not let you get comfortable and settle in. It is like a stool that is so small that you must always be aware of sitting.
insightful stories progression
Short stories do not say this happened and this happened and this happened. They are a microcosm and a magnification rather than a linear progression.
mirrors ifs
If she is afraid of mirrors she is afraid of herself.
doe ends wounds
Don't you understand that wanting does not belong here, because that is what wounds, and there is never an end to it.
laughter cry caged
That was what happened to laughter when you caged it. It became unbearably sad. It was worse than crying.
doe
Maruman does not loll.
block heart eye
The mirror had broken into millions of pieces and the wind blew them all over the world. If a person got a speck in their eye, the person would only see the ugly side of things from then on, but if a piece got in their blood and it reached their heart, it would freeze into a solid block of ice and they couldn't feel anything anymore
oral poetic time
First and foremost, I'm an oral storyteller - I'll make a poetic choice over a grammatical choice every single time.
gritty life people
The thing is, fairytales were once a very gritty way for people to dialogue about aspects of life.
battered books gratifying love until
What's gratifying is that it's my books that are being read and reread until they're battered over the years. I love that.
flattered younger
I do see, in some younger writers, elements and things that I have used - and I am very touched and flattered because I am part of a tapestry that is being absorbed by authors.