Archive for the Fiction Category

Ice-Induced Psychotic Episode: A (More or Less) True Story

Posted in Fiction on January 7, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle



“Hi mate, what’s up?” I said as I answered my mobile, tracing a finger along the fresh dust that sat upon the dashboard.

“You know exactly what’s going on,” Minh hissed down the line.

He was correct; I knew exactly what was wrong. And he couldn’t have chosen a worse day for it. Continue reading

Lisa Ann Has Hips Like a Cello

Posted in Fiction, Love letters, Pornography with tags on December 7, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle


Lisa Ann has hips like a cello. She’s the same colour, too. Continue reading

Published – Review of Australin Fiction

Posted in Fiction, Writing with tags on November 19, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle


I have had a short story published in this edition of The Review of Australian Fiction.

Please feel free to buy a copy if you feel so moved.

Theme Parks and Obstacle Courses – A Novel

Posted in Fiction, Theme Parks and Obstacle Courses on May 12, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle


The sun was beating down on a mid-week afternoon when Pat alighted the tram at the corner of Fitzroy Street and Canterbury Road. Things in St Kilda had changed considerably in the years he had been away. Continue reading

Kafka’s Mouse and Bukowski’s Bluebird

Posted in Fiction, Observation, Reading, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 7, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

Book maze

I read Kafka’s The Trial earlier in the year, and it was a boring read that paid off in a big way by the end. Continue reading

Things I Don’t Want to Know

Posted in Fiction, Reading, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

Deborah Levy

Things I Don’t Want To Know by Deborah Levy does not, judging from the blurb on the back, sound like the sort of book I’d like to read.

‘…it is feminist and political while being an inspiring act of writing.’

Whenever a book is ‘feminist and political’, it’s like being hit over the head with a length of dowel; irritating and painful, but not hard enough to knock you out – or into unconsciousness so you don’t have to listen anymore. Continue reading

Worshipping at the Temple of Squat

Posted in Fiction, Real Men, Statement of intention, Writing with tags , , on April 8, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle


Greetings Dear Reader,

As you may have noticed, I have undergone a prolonged absence. It has not been because I have been doing other things; rather, an extraordinary occurrence overtook me a month ago and completely sapped me of the desire to write. It wasn’t negative, but so profound I haven’t been able to do much other than go to work. Nothing painful; just dazzling. I may write about it at a later stage.

I am getting back on the horse and starting to produce some essays and the like. In the meantime, I thought I’d post this chapter from the novel I’ve been working on for the last nine months. I’ll have it finished soon and will publish more of it accordingly. I thought to post this today because I went to the gym and engaged in one of my absolute favorite activities; squatting with a barbell across my back. Perhaps you share my enthusiasm. Otherwise, perhaps this piece will give you a doorway into it.

Enjoy. Continue reading

The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz

Posted in Fiction with tags , on February 18, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle


“The lions came out of their cages slowly, snarling and lashing their tails. They crouched, growling while the beaters and their dogs advanced to make them go forward to be hunted by the king. Continue reading

Charlie Bukowski’s Thought for the Day

Posted in Fiction, Observation, Reading, Real Men, Statement of intention with tags , on December 27, 2013 by Jarrod Boyle

th“The best part of a writer is on paper. The other part is usually nonsense.”


James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’ – the Warm-Up with Coach Rodney Hall.

Posted in Fiction, Reading, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 23, 2013 by Jarrod Boyle
Gotta love a man with an eye-patch.

Gotta love a man with an eye-patch.

J: I guess that’s what War and Peace is about. It’s about what happens when people are forced to cope with the force of history as it’s bearing down on them, which I guess is the way Tolstoy would have looked at it.

R: I’m so glad you liked War and Peace. I knew you would. When you were reading Anna Karenina, you were telling me ‘There couldn’t possibly be a better novel’. And then, there was. Continue reading

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