Farhad Babaei reads from ‘Katrin’

The Third Script includes writers from Tasmania, the UK, and Iran. These writers live in many different countries, and each author has a story of their own, not the story in the collection but their stories as authors. Of the Iranian writers we have featured a solitary author living in Tehran. This contact, touches on precisely why this project started. Outside of politics, and the everyday grind, the things that make us the same are vastly more numerous than the difference – these are bridges that people need to build on. All of our authors have a drive, and a vigor, and a determination to tell a human story, to express something and to reach out. Farhad Babaei, from Tehran does exactly this. Here him read from his story ‘Katrin’ here.

In many way his determination is all the more apparent, having been restricted from publication in his own country due to censorship, he has published three novels abroad. Regardless, the world of his stories is laced with sentiment and feeling that feels in no way alien to readers on the other side of the world. The fact remains that most people are pretty much the same, most people are good. So thank you Farhad Babaei, and thank you to all the brilliant Iranian writers that have featured in this collection.

 

Lucinda Shannon reads The deal, the deal, the deal

Do you like Vivaldi? Apparently everyone likes Vivaldi… at least that’s what you’ll discover in Lucinda Shannon’s short story. Still, things might not be as they appear, not even with Vivaldi, and the more you read Shannon‘s story the more things begin to appear not as they appear.  Personally, I loath Vivaldi with a passion, but after reading this story even that’s changing…
Shannon is a spoken word artist, a writer, and a musician, from Launceston, Tasmania.  She is the founder of Slamduggery, a spoken word slam night in Launceston. You can hear Lucinda read a section from her story ‘THE DEAL THE DEAL THE DEAL’ here:
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Go one do it – purchase a copy of THE THIRD SCRIPT. You’ll love it, and we’ll love you for supporting us.

Shirindokht Nourmanesh – May I Have a Word?

Our most recent edition wouldn’t have been possible without the terrific work of Transportation’s Iranian editor, the delightful Shirindokht Nourmanesh: writer, scholar, poet, artist. Shirindokht lectures at San Jose State University in California, and is the author of two collection of short stories published in Persian.
We are rapt to include one of Shrindokht’s stories, ‘May I Have A Word?’ in THE THIRD SCRIPT. This is a beautifully written and moving story. It is profoundly sad. You can hear the story in part, in her own words, here.

Fereshteh Molavi reads from ‘Waxina’

Listen to The Third Script writer, Fereshteh Molavi read from her story, Waxina.

You can buy a copy of this wonderful collection, with new short stories from Iran, Tasmania and the UK, here.
Born in Tehran, Fereshteh Molavi was raised and lived there before moving to Toronto in 1998. While in Iran, she published works of fiction, among them The House of Cloud and Wind, and The Sun Fairy and Other Stories. She also translated many literary works and compiled a comprehensive bibliography of short stories in Persian. A former research librarian and the Persian bibliographer at Sterling Library, Yale University, she has published numerous stories and essays internationally. Her dialogue with Karen Connelly, Listen to the Reed, was published by PEN Canada in 2005. Her recently published books in Tehran include three novels, two collections of short stories, and one collection of essays. One of the novels, The Departures of Seasons, was admired by the Mehregan Literary Award (Tehran, 2012). Due to censorship in Iran, her latest collection of short stories, Stoning of Summer, as well as her collection of essays, Those Years, These Essays, were released in Europe.

We’re announcing details of our next international collaboration soon, in the meantime, grab a copy of The Third Script.

Bert Spinks reads from ‘Watching the Cricket on a Windy Day’

Bert Spinks is a exciting writer, storyteller and bushwalking guide from the North of Tasmania. His writing has featured in a number of superb projects notably  ‘The Field Guide to Falling in Love in Tasmania’ . Bert has also embarked on a multifaceted research project about the Danish adventurer Jorgen Jorgensen, based in Iceland and Tasmania.

You can hear Bert read from one of our favourite short stories here.

To read more of Bert’s work you can visit his website.

He’s also just been published on Open Road Review, South Asia’s leading literature and culture magazine.

If you’d like to read the whole story you can purchase a copy of THE THIRD SCRIPT stories from Iran, Tasmania, & the UK by following this link.

 

 

 

Robbie Arnott reads from ‘The Tiger Quoll’

As part of our series of reading from writers, snippets and pages, we are featuring someone we like to refers to as ‘BLOODY ROBBIE!’, because he is so damn good. Robbie Arnott has a way of nailing a story, and just about anything he turns his hand to. Robbie’s stories have been widely published, in 2014 he won the Scribe Non Fiction prize, and was awarded the Tasmanian Young Writer’s Fellowship in 2015. Robbie has very kindly filmed himself eating a pizza, and reading the first page of his short story ‘The Tiger Quoll’ which is a ripper.

We will soon be launching our third collection, and announcing our next location, to add to Tasmania, UK, and Iran. If you like seeing young writers like Robbie in print we’d ask you to buy a copy (if you haven’t already) and if you have buy one for a friend! Seriously, who needs champagne, chocolate boxes, roses… what better gift than this great collection of short stories. And hell, do like Robbie, read it to pizza.

 

Amber Wilson reads from ‘Leisureland’

Amber Wilson’s short story ‘Leisureland’ has the feel of a Tasmanian urban, cult classic – it tilts into the weird and wonderful. We are stoked to have this story included in our tales from Tasmania, the UK, and Iran. You can read Amber’s full story, and a loads of others in THE THIRD SCRIPT stories from Iran, Tasmania, & the UK. You can purchase your copy HERE.

Listen to Amber read from her story here.

Transportation Press is fully independent, and we are run by a team of volunteers. We are now in the process of working on the concept for our third collection, which will include a new location. The money we raise from the sales of THE THIRD SCRIPT will go to financing this next collection. This money will also go towards paying our writers for their contribution.

 

 

Siamak Voussoughi reads from ‘A War’

We will be posting sound and film files from authors reading from stories that appeared in THE THIRD SCRIPT stories from Iran, Tasmania, & the UK‘. This is an exceptional project, born of a rare collaboration of different places, and people, where every bit of support goes back into the project and future international literary collaborations.

We’d invite you to purchase a copy of THE THIRD SCRIPT. The money we receive from the sales will help to bring together, in our next edition, writers and editors from Tasmania, the UK, Iran, and a fourth location that will soon be announced.

So, listen HERE to Siamak Voussoughi, in the first of our posts, as he reads from ‘A War’. Siamak lives in San Francisco, his short stories have appeared in various journals, and his short story collection ‘Better Than War’ received a 2014 Flannery O’Conner Award for Short Fiction.

LISTEN TO THE FULL READING HERE.

YOU CAN PURCHASE A COPY OF THE THIRD SCRIPT HERE.

Nuclear Reactor by Sean Preston

UK Editor, Sean Preston considers the left and the right, the contusions and confusions, in the lead up to the Brexit referendum

Nuclear Reactor by Sean Preston
The importance of our upcoming referendum in the UK is one of significance if not importance. Just how important is debatable, like everything else to do with all this. And debate is what people have done. Debate that has been regularly boring and occasionally infuriating. On the eve of the UK saying Yes or No to continuing to be a part of the European Union, I’m left to consider, as I have many times, the reaction to these discussions.

Something awful happened this week. An act of right-wing terrorism (by definition) in the West Yorkshire, Northern England followed an act of Islamic terrorism (by definition) and an act cut through with homophobia, in Orlando, Florida. What I found to be so sad about these acts is what linked them other than the loss of life: they were avoidable. With care, attention, and respect, the perpetrators might have been helped, a tragedy averted. A lack of compassion is what promoted these crimes. The Right, of course, for the most part, has chosen to focus on Islam in regard to terrorism perpetrated by Muslims, and have done in the UK for some time now. Yet the likes of The Daily Mail chooses to view the recent act of right-wing terrorism as the act of a lone wolf. The Daily Mail is institutionally disgusting. I expect nothing less. Few do. They’re  predictably one-sided.

What I didn’t expect was the same style of careless and selfish rhetoric to have emanated from the Left in the way that it has. The greater part of my left-wing bubble swamped Social Media to tell Leave campaigners that they had blood on their hands. That this was an act of right-wing terrorism and a sign of things to come. They blamed the rhetoric of the right-wing Leave campaign. They said that the campaign resulted in the death of one of our MPs. The hyperbole was worryingly similar to that of the xenophobes on the right. Yes, this was the same insular knee-jerkism that followers of The Daily Mail subscribe to. This is the same as blaming the Quran for terrorism. How has the Left of our country become like that? How has it become so unreasonable? The worst kind of reactionary. The thing that we on the Left should know to be so dangerous. Perhaps they’ll say they were being ironic. Fine, that makes perfect sense to me. Maybe some of them were. Though I doubt many of those responsible for these comments are the type to wield irony so soon after such a tragedy such as this. It doesn’t seem to follow form if their usual baaing outrage is anything to go by. These are the same people that rightly promote openness and understanding in regard to mental health. Over the last couple of years I’ve seen so many positive indications that we’re finally going to take mental health seriously. And now, what? We immediately forget all that, because it’s a useful tool in sickeling “Nazi” to the backs of Leavers? We too readily forget that victims make perpetrators when forgetting as much fits our political or social agenda. Bizarre and saddening. The Left is better than that.

It’s hard to know exactly how to react. I get that. But I’ve seen a lot of reactions that turned my stomach over the last week. Vote Leave and you’re aligning yourselves with racists. Ha! We do that when we join a queue at Tesco. And what, are there not people voting Remain for reasons that you find uncomfortable? I’m not alone in feeling frustrated and nauseated in general by this referendum. I considered a “Lexit” (Left Exit: voting Leave owing to left-wing ideology – also the lamest portmanteau our country has ever seen), but it’s a pointless exercise. I want to believe that a Jeremy Corbyn government can happen but I can’t see beyond our influential right-wing media. Besides, there’s a lesser evil here, and it’s the European Union. But my vote makes a difference to people, marginally. And so I’m forced to Remain because Schindler. Because the realistic alternative is shameful. Because I’m more concerned by the What If than the What Is. Which, when you think about it, is pretty depressing. But I cannot abide by those voting Remain that seek to disparage those considering a Lexit vote. We can go anywhere in Europe, they say, how can we give up on that? Well, here’s why: You can go and work anywhere in Europe, so can I. But there are two million children living in poverty in this country who do not have that option. Is that a direct result of the European Union? Perhaps not, but has the European Union’s neoliberal agenda helped that situation? Ask Greece.

Either way, in or out, I hope the Left can react well tomorrow. I hope they can show some kind of compassion. Otherwise they’ve lost more than Europeanism.