Michael is a prolific writer, wide reader, deep and eclectic thinker, committed outside-the-square-ist, and a great talker. He has also been an actor, stage manager, technical guy with Opera Australia and any number of other arts-related and not-so-arts-related things. Here he throws all laws out the window with a view to reinstating just one single rule. Realist? Idealist? You decide …

‘Tome Removal Service’ says the sign stretched along the side of the van.  ‘Kindness guaranteed’ is printed in smaller letters beneath. 

There are many tome removalists at work in the city.  Similar numbers of the service are spread throughout the cities of the world wherever lawyers, lawmakers, judges and their kind do business. 

Streams of hauliers, wheeling trucks that so very recently had been rolling mountains of folders to and from courts-of-law, are now transporting loads of leather-bound legal texts to their final rest.  The hauliers wind their ways through finely crafted doors boasting soon-to-be-removed brass plaques bearing the names of law practices no longer required.  Cubic metres of black letter law books are causing the high-sided vans to sink onto their suspensions in a final curtsey to millennia of case law.

The catalyst for this mass de-shelving, this massive emptying, is the adoption of what has already come to be known as The Single Law, a solitary new rule that is wise and strong enough to replace every other law that has come before, and any laws that would have come in the future if the old ways had continued.

There had initially been deep scepticism that so little could replace so much, and the first suggestions of the change were ridiculed for their simplicity.  But the single new rule soon generated its own momentum.  Its time seemed to have come.  The Single Law was neither clever nor complex.  It needed no explanation beyond the observation of those who were already well practised at it.  And it cost nothing to apply.  It became harder and harder to believe that so simple a solution could have hidden in plain sight for so long.

The Single Law stated no more than that kindness must be applied to every action that anyone might ever perform.  No more needed be said.

© Michael Manuell 2019



Edwina (click here) is a talented author of elegant prose for young readers. Her picture-book texts are crafted and exquisite and her fiction is light, layered, quirky and beautiful.

Edwina also has some bold and brave ideas about the kinds of narratives young readers are capable of accommodating, whether emotionally, imaginatively, or conceptually.

We love bold and brave ideas on The Dirt, so Edwina is the perfect author for our first instalment of the year as she ponders the limits of darkness in literature for young readers.

Food for thought as we stride boldly into 2019 …

What is and what is not an appropriate subject for a children’s book is a highly political and contentious subject. Let’s call this 'the danger of ideas in fiction'.

There seems to be a widely-held belief that if a child encounters a dangerous idea in a story, perhaps a character doing bad things, they will not have the power to form their own view on the moral integrity of that behaviour or distinguish fiction from reality.

They will ascribe to those values. Confuse parallel possibilities with the world they inhabit.

the danger of ideas in Danish children’s literature … (picture credits below)

the danger of ideas in Danish children’s literature … (picture credits below)

Perhaps it is the preservation of innocence or protection from pain or sorrow that is our primary concern. This is a valid and fair consideration when choosing books to read to children: we want our children to feel safe, loved, hopeful. But is it also true that sometimes our best intentions and efforts to censor and protect can present a different type of danger?  Is it possible that we are writing our own fears into stories and imposing them onto the child? Does the vigorous ‘shaping’ of children’s literature have the potential to do readers a disservice?

We need to ask, what is it that we are trying to protect children from? Is it possible that we are in fact trying to protect the self from being revealed to the self?

Author Hanya Yanigahara explored this possibility in her closing address at the 2016 Sydney Writers’ Festival titled, ‘The Conversations Between Words’. Here, her gaze is not turned to writing for children, but rather the relationship between the writer and her reader. She begins by discussing Goya’s ‘Saturn Devouring His Son’, the most famous of his Black Paintings (1819-1823) (below left).

Yanigahara posits that visual art illuminates but literature exposes. That as readers we are made to be co-creators; made to reach into the hidden places of our own pathologies. When confronted with darkness or ambiguity, our minds forage, often retrieving something rotten and unpleasant - our own ‘black imaginings’ as she puts it. Perhaps revealing the unpleasantness of yourself to you; we become vulnerable to ourselves.

Fiction is the lone form of storytelling in which the human imagination is allowed to run wild. Unregulated and unharnessed. This makes it singularly frightening. Fiction implicates us, the reader, in a way that other forms of art don’t.” 

With so much focus in education on teaching children how to be resilient in the face of adversity, perhaps challenging, honest literature can foster this in a way that is not didactic or purposeful but rather entertaining, soulful and illuminating. 

The best stories are those that pose questions but do not answer them. Of little interest are stories that tackle ‘issues’ or include strategic tokenism for the sake of it. Story must be king. And when a story ventures to probe the human condition, then it is essential that the narrative and in turn the imagination, be unfettered.

the unfettered imagination of matt Ottley (picture credits below)

the unfettered imagination of matt Ottley (picture credits below)

Yanigahara also insightfully ponders the literary sadist, saying that writing that is designed purely to shock or repulse because the writer can, seeks only to test limits and provoke, making it nothing more than cheap pornography. She adds that pornographers desire only to create a reaction - to dare you to look for the spectacle of it which renders the literature meaningless and lazy.

But meaningful darkness creates empathy. And to not include it, to omit the violence of life in literature is to deny that it is a part of life - the stuff of being human. An act nothing short of, ‘…artistic irresponsibility. A covering of the eyes and silencing of the tongue because of some specious idea that there are certain territories into which fiction is not supposed to wander. But it is not only the fiction writer’s right, but the fiction writer’s duty to not just wander but to march into those territories.”

At Dirt Lane, we love to wander…

We invite you to march.


 Picture credits:
1. Og De Onde Lo (Alvida 2017), by Ellen Holmboe & Kristian Eskild Jensen.
2: Fransisco Goya’s ‘Saturn Devouring His Son’
3: Italian illustrator Beni Monstresor (1926-2001) may have been inspired by Goya for this picture of the wolf devouring Red Riding Hood.
4. Illustration by Matt Ottley from
Teacup (Scholastic) by Rebecca Young.
5. Illustration by Jim Kay for
A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness.

(c) Edwina Wyatt 2019



Martin https://www.worldofchatterton.com/ is a force of nature, one of many that we have happily welcomed to Dirt Lane Press. He writes skin-peeling crime thrillers, hilarious chapter books for young readers, and complex brain-twisting sciencey mysteries for young adults. He is a designer, illustrator and fine-art practitioner. He lives between UK and Australia, and conducts spiffing road-trip presentations to schools around both those countries, as well as in China, India and any other continent/sub-continent that will have him. The following is an observation about the picture book he is currently preparing for publication with us in October 2019 …

Martin dwarfed by impressive school gates …

Martin dwarfed by impressive school gates …

I'm standing on stage in front of a cinema-sized digital screen in a brand new 500-seat theatre/auditorium at the HD Wanda School in Qingdao, a coastal city in eastern China. The school – sprawled across a vast, Ivy League style campus – has only been open couple of months and the entire, utterly surreal, Truman Show-esque man-made city/island it stands on didn't exist three years ago. As far as Google Maps is concerned I'm performing underwater.

Martin in action …

Martin in action …

It's the last day of a three week schools tour of the country and in front of me is the entire school body along with a couple of hundred parents. Angel, my aptly named translator, is doing her very best to interpret my snappy one-liners and carefully polished stories and it's going pretty well. But when I put on a video rough cut of a trailer/reading I've made of my picture book, When The White Bear Came, the mood shifts, and the attention levels perceptibly rise. Despite the language problems, there doesn't appear to be any comprehension difficulties. Every eye is on the images on screen, especially those of the children in the front eight rows. I've been trialling the book in Shanghai and Qingdao over the past three weeks and it's had the same effect every time. The kids have been wide-eyed, rapt, curious and immersed. I really think I'm on to something. 

wanda island

wanda island

The subject of When The White Bear Came is slavery: not a topic you find in many picture books. The idea developed from my PhD, which was about the final slave voyage from Liverpool in 1809, and is about as far removed from the gleaming new school theatre in Qingdao as possible. There is little understanding of the Atlantic slave history here and yet, time and again, the reading and imagery has managed to cross boundaries and engage the audience. It's been one of the most rewarding experiences I've ever had and in one of the unlikeliest settings.