Bountiful Broome

Just coming down from a high-no not the Grand final-but a very successful books promotion and sales in Broome. I did watch the football in a rowdy pub, after my market session and even managed to sell two books at half time to a Hawks supporter from Albury.

What a difference a place makes-one of the key marketing “Ps” no doubt. It started with my arrival in the Broome public library where the usual wary response to my saying “I am a travelling author….” was met with the sort of greeting Leichardt would have received had he returned from the dead. “We have been trying to get your books in response to reader requests”. I readily responded with a quick sale. It seems some of my trans-north marketing had preceded me. The Library Services Manager, Jean Indermauer, was both welcoming and supportive but more importantly she read most of my first novel and gave me fabulously insightful feedback of a type and depth I had not received anywhere else. This led to my attending a delightful author presentation evening by Noelene Bloomfield, up from Perth promoting her book-Almost a French Australia- about how the French had so many near misses and mishaps in competing with the English for control of Australia. The evening afforded me other contacts and possible attendees at my forthcoming talk at the Kimberley Society in Perth on November 6. Also it cemented my contact with Nicola Kalmar, a journalist from the Broome Advertiser, who gave up her Saturday morning sleep-in to interview me at my market stall-hopefully, a foot into the News limited stable of papers?

Thanks to effervescent Vanessa Mills who hosts the ABC Kimberley morning show for the chance to speak to people across my novels back-yard and place of inspiration, about the Kimberley Trilogy and how I came to write it. The first three customers at the Saturday market had heard me on the radio.

To hear the interview go to the following link

At 2100 hours at their Broome base, Norforce officers and men seemed bemused at my visit but in typically adaptive style stumped up a cold beer and warmed to my story as I told them about the books and left them with two free copies. I hope they didn’t feel my stories sold them short. I was pleased to hear they were up at Kalumburu mission (scene of the fictitious Japanese landing in Battle for the North) this week to erect a memorial to the Superior and people who were killed by a Japanese bombing raid in September 1942. I can testify to how hard it can be to drive there soon after the wet because my researches took me there and it is a consolation to hear that at times (in very rough terrain) even the Norforce vehicles can get bogged. My only regret on this visit was that the tides were not conducive to my wading out to pay my respects to the Dutch refugees who died in the bombed flying boats. Their wreckage is still visible and visitable at low tide.

At 6am on another warm Broome Sunday morning the warbling birds entertain and I am suitably grounded by the need to break camp, load up my uncomplaining Forester to the roof and head south with cooler weather and Perth in my sights.

Thank you Broome. You will be long and fondly remembered.




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