Welcome to the book launch of Phil's latest book, The Red Dust.

the red dustMy childhood was spent on my parent’s property, west of Griffith on the edge of the Hay plain. This property was one of sixty that were a part of a soldier settlement scheme. It is dated during the 1960s.

In 65 and 66 there was a severe drought. “The Red Dust’ tells the story of the community during this dry time.

Although the novel tackles such issues as isolation, education, distance, social structure, first nation people and the aftermath of WW2 on the settlers, the novel
obsessively deals with the women who followed their husbands into this hash environment.

Marg Stirling, the main character, has difficulty finding her place in this land that offered her little. The story follows her realisation and acceptance of her lot in this
very tough land.

In this novel I have tried to capture the spirit of the outback. It’s extremes, it’s unpredictability, the constant battle to survive but most importantly it’s great peace
and beauty. It is a description of the uniqueness of this land and its effect upon the inhabitants.

It has been written as homage to my parents and the community we were a part of. 

by author Phil Aughey


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liverpoolPresented by: Anvil Creek Theatre
Venue: Zoo, Aviary, Edinburgh
Review: Ian D. Hall, Liverpool Sound and Vision
Rating: 9/10

The allure of the Edinburgh Fringe is such that no matter where in the world the theatre company or performer is based, the call of the Scottish lowlands and gentility of Edinburgh is never too far away. Especially when it offers a perspective of a composer of such repute as Chopin but told with great nerve to highlight his time in the country before his early passing from Tuberculosis, such is the effects of Chopin’s Last Stand.

Australian Phil Aughey’s one man performance at Zoo on behalf of Anvil Creek Theatre is one that might not immediately spring to mind as being a progressive piece in which the audiences of the Fringe might truly want to be immersed in. However, under the soft spotlight gaze afforded to all performing at the venue during the run, Phil Aughey’s reading of the man whose slow descent into a world that he did not truly enjoy as he roamed in the dank air of Scotland after his relationship with female novelist George Sand failed is one that sits very much in the reflective and the wonderfully brooding category of this year’s month long event.

The single piano on stage representing arguably the singular thoughts possessing Chopin as the disease and his broken heart began to be ravaged by the passing of his time on Earth and the heavy judgements he finds he harbours as the country of his birth, Poland, gets invaded time and time again as its prime position nestled between superpower after European superpower takes more out of him than he thought possible. It is an analogy that might bypass some as the thought of hearing clear and concise arrangements delivered by a full orchestra are far removed from those of a composer wrestling with the final days of his life and that once more of his country.

For Phil Aughey this perhaps is a trip and a production of a lifetime and one that he captures with great sincerity; a homage to a great man as he enters the last days of his productive and art filled life, but one filled with images he cannot displace.