On a wet March afternoon in 1960 an unknown 25-year-old Canadian poet was wandering the streets of London. Since his arrival three months earlier he’d bought himself a blue Burberry raincoat, an Olivetti typewriter and completed an autobiographical novel. Now it was time to find somewhere warm to relax, drink and meet women. Somewhere cheap. Noticing a Bank of Greece sign, he stepped inside and saw a teller with a deep tan and sunglasses. Within a few days Leonard Cohen was boarding a steamer in Piraeus for the five-hour trip to Hydra.
...The Monthly, November 2006, No. 18
Walk the Line • Mungo MacCallum
Park Life • Sarah Kanowski
For the Record • Malcolm Knox
Heroes (Just for One Day) • Robert Forster
Letters in the Sand • Drusilla Modjeska
Resistible • Adrian Martin
‘North Face of Soho: Unreliable Memoirs Volume IV’ By Clive James • Chris Middendorp



