LOUIS BURKE | Culture | CONTACT
Hipster and self-titled ‘local creative’ Aimon McGrouther (29) is concerned he may not have invested his time and money wisely after spending most of last month writing a novel in a local cafe.
Not yet concerned about novel sales or if anyone other than his mum will read this one, McGrouther mostly feels like the month spent writing his novel in a cafe was pointless due to the fact no one asked him what it was about.
“I went there so often,” said McGrouther as he stroked the area his bald patch would soon be.
“Not even the girl who took my order every day asked me what it was about.”
Aside from dealing with the freelance Achilles heel of ‘procrastibation,’ McGrouther also hoped the cafe staff and regulars would act as unpaid sounding boards for a novel that will never get published anyway.
“I didn’t even use the home study and I love the home study. I completely rearranged it when I was writing my first novel.”
For McGrouther, the lack of early interest in his magnum opus shows how Australians have moved far away from the quintessential novel of the national identity told through the lens of a privately educated white man who leaves his hometown occasionally to go to Noosa.
“It’s the next Great Australian Novel but no one has even asked about it. It’s a shame. Just want someone to ask me about it…”
Unprompted he continued.
“Aidan McKinnon is a genius, unrecognised in his time who lays the foundations for his family but risks it all…”