The Jealous Wall, Belvedere County Westmeath

The Jealous Wall built in 14th Century to block the view of Lady Rochford seeing her accused lover.

Shrewsbury, England

Shrewsbury, an old medieval town in the West Midlands of England. It is the county town of Shropshire and River Severn.

Lough Ennell, Ireland

Lough Ennell with shallow waters has the some of the best spawning streams of any Lough in Europe.

The Ruins of Fore Abbey

Fore Abbey (630AD) is a Benedictine Abbey ruin, situated north of Lough Lene in County Westmeath, Ireland.

Tullynally Castle, 17th Century

Tullynally Castle is situated 2 km from Castlepollard on the Coole Village Road in County Westmeath, Ireland.

Saturday, 7 September 2024

REVIEW OF THE LAST ASBESTOS TOWN

 

Although my novel (1st Edition) was published in 2020, I have only recently found Lisa Hill’s review on her website ANZ LitLovers. Written on 18th February, 2024, it is a fortuitous find for any author. At the time she also kindly reviewed The Ozone Cafe and said she purchased the Asbestos e-book. Thank you, Lisa!

REVIEW by Lisa Hill @ ANZLitLovers

Right on cue, I was part-way through reading a novel about asbestos removal when an asbestos panic erupted in New South Wales.  Helen Hagemann’s novel is set in WA, but it’s in Sydney that playgrounds, parks and schools in Sydney have been closed, a Mardi Gras party has been cancelled, and hundreds of sites have to be inspected.  The culprit appears to be contaminated mulch, which is used widely in all sorts of places, causing widespread alarm because there is no safe level of exposure to asbestos

Synchronicity, eh? 

This is the blurb from Hagemann’s debut novel, The Last Asbestos Town which I bought after I had read and enjoyed The Ozone Cafe, (2021, see my review).

An Australian National law has been passed and a group known as the Asbestos Task Force (A.T.F.) is formed by the government to systematically remove all known asbestos from towns, cities and suburbs. The city of Perth, Western Australia and surrounds have undergone this removal, and gradually the task force spreads further afield into the South West. Their target has reached Farmbridge, an old pioneer town with numerous asbestos houses and buildings. Newly married, May and Isaac who plan to renovate their home, an old Girl Guide Hall, experience the imminent threat of losing their home after receiving their fateful letter. Believing their home is not made from asbestos, the couple set out on a relentless quest to save the hall from demolition.

Upfront, I’ll say that I would not have continued reading this novel if it had been promoting some sort of conspiracy theory nonsense that denied the dangers of asbestos. But no, The Last Asbestos Town is more about the kind of bureaucratic heavy-handedness over which governments sometimes preside.  Sometimes this happens because it’s cheaper and easier to deliver a one-size-fits-all solution and there’s not enough staff to fix the problems that don’t fit into the program, and sometimes it’s because in the haste to do something and be seen to be doing it, a program is put into place without the proper checks and balances .  Whatever, sometimes it’s just too bad for some unlucky people who are either drafted into somewhere they don’t belong, or, conversely, who are excluded from something that they really need.  Whatever side of politics we’re on, we can all think of examples that exemplify an unresponsive bureaucracy that’s not getting it right for everyone.  

(And, to be fair, we can also think of government programs that are very good indeed, and that help the people they’re supposed to help.  Truth be told, that happens because there’s an effective, competent bureaucracy.)

Set in a recognisable future in a town that features a street with a notorious name in the history of asbestos in Australia, The Last Asbestos Town features a young couple who are convinced that the property they’ve bought is built with a product that looks asbestos, but isn’t.  The thing is, asbestos can’t be identified just by looking at it.  A sample has to be analysed.  

And in the meantime, the task force is on its way and might well slap a demolition order on the property before their sample comes back from the laboratory. 

Read the rest of the review HERE – Book Cover is 1st Edition







Sunday, 11 February 2024

Bounty: Prose Poetry


PROSE POETRY + PHOTOGRAPHY: 
This collection of prose poetry will surprise, astound, delight, tell a story, and provide you with an effortless read. Along with images, the poetry is created so that you can enjoy little blocks of prose that act like word pictures. The objects / subjects in the poetry are mostly given a narrative voice rather than written from a personal perspective. Moreover, this collection is subversive, adroit, deceptively plain-speaking, unpremeditated, and packaged in prose that stands alone in a crazy logic of its own.

 



COPYRIGHT MATERIAL (c) 2024 - Please note: the following poem is available for the purposes of private study, research, criticism or review, as permitted under the Copyright Act.



Bee Season

 

The selection is strong if the scent is not awkward, and how soon an ordinary bee chooses colour over colour in the noir crop of nasturtiums, a considerable collection of nasturtiums in gold and yellow bright orange and something in between. The bee circulates the bed for it is spring and the open flowers are laden with pollen there is nothing quite flattening about the open petals they are displayed outwards not round perhaps slightly ovoid and monstrously vibrant against the green saucer leaves, an occasional resource to hide behind either from shadow or menace and since the bee is busy his presence is a splendid sequestering of his slick slick sticky in order to be clever this little insect cannot collect the same thing if the petals are closed and partly to dally is a measure of empty and this particular bee has a custom a plan a measure of length to stay and only to break away with the excess he needs and this shows filling.


 

 


Saturday, 6 January 2024

2nd Edition: The Ozone Cafe -SUPER DEAL @ ,99 cents for a Limited Time Only


FOLLOW ME ON MY AUTHOR PAGE, view all my books of fiction and poetry and where you will find the SUPER DEAL.   AUTHOR PROFILE: Helen Hagemann

The Personal Story behind The Ozone Café

I'd like to reveal a little of the setting of my 2nd novel The Ozone Café.  The literary world often states for writers, “write what you know”. I have used my hometown in the setting of the novel, however the names have been changed to protect…yes no novelist wants to be sued or face undue litigation esp. when one writes about a corrupt shire. It was common knowledge in the area, that because the Ozone Café sat on prime property (a stone’s throw from the beach), it attracted the moguls and thus disappeared through dubious means.

Ettalong Beach, New South Wales

Ettalong was and has always been a small community lifestyle: a population of less than 5,000, an older community with shopfronts like the cake shop, chemist, newsagents, banks and supermarket. It hasn’t changed in 50 years. There’s fishing, prawning, oysters in the myriad of waterways that is known as Broken Bay which sprawls to Gosford and is known as the Brisbane Water District. What has replaced the café is a very large monolith resort-type building that I understand is not liked nor valued by the locals. Well, it’s a holiday venue for the “rich”.

I went to Ettalong Primary, and then later attended Gosford High School. As a teenager and even younger I frequented the café with girlfriends, esp.one in particular named, Heather. We would have a milkshake, buy lollies, click on the jukebox and if we had any money left we’d slide a twenty shilling piece into one of the pinball machines. Looking back, it was actually a challenge to enter the Ozone café as it was daily occupied by Bodgies and Widgies. They were the rock-n-roll gangs of the sixties, rather harmless, but I guess it was the leather jackets, the chewing gum and sneers that made you feel uncomfortable. Nevertheless, the café was so close to the beach, that after a swim that being hungry we often bought an icy-pole or ice-cream. So, my local teenage haunt was a vivid memory that I would never forget.

When my younger brother, still living in the area, told me that the Ozone had been pulled down, I wanted to write the story of life inside its walls and its ultimate destruction.

The Ozone Café, with three separate owners therefore, is the nemesis of my story and its demise through council corruption. 


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