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Last year’s book tour (Die Wise: Lost Nation Road ) brought Stephen’s work to audiences around the world. People came, jammed doorways and stood on chairs and lingered long afterwards, unwilling it seemed to go back to a home unchanged by an unlikely evening of mortal mysteries.
The modest proposal is to be tethered to our time, serving its bloat and its sorrows best by sorrowing from time to time, arrayed in fineness of speech, ennobling to hear, on occasion giving up the day off, a recognizable denizen of the dismal and the dim, and savouring the sounds that sorrow no longer locked in the private and the personal plays down the length of our bones and our days.
Nothing in what Stephen does, conjured in one little corner of this world, seems to favour translation to anywhere else, not to him nevertheless invitations cross the threshold, and the honour is his, and the troubles of these days seem to ask that once in a while he go out beyond where he might belong.
So early in the year, summoned by kindness and cajoled and prodded and listening, Stephen is bound for Oceana: Australia, New Zealand, Tasmania, and Bali. This time his is festooned with a band. Gregory Hoskins will lend his music and his road-tested grace to the cause. The grace of invitation prompts what might be called an evening of mongrel sorrow, dappled magic and wonder, fringed with regard for the gift of the tongue entrusted to them, harkening and hortatory and bardic and greying, steeped in mortal mystery, uprooted from its uncertain home in the North of America and cast divination-style like bones on a dusty proving ground so far away.
They call it: A Night of Grief and Mystery. Should all be spared, they might see some of you there.