No, not that Georgia. Not Ray Charles’ Georgia.
I mean Eastern European Georgia. The Georgia whose capital city is Tbilisi and whose population is around 4 million.
This one.


This particular Georgia is on my mind because I just received an email from the Senior Rights Manager at Scholastic Australia (one of my favourite people) telling me of an offer to publish Don’t Call Me Ishmael there.
If that publication goes ahead it will be 8th overseas edition of DCM Ishmael (Italy, Germany, USA, Czechoslovakia, France, UK, Israel) and the 6th translation.
Amazing to think that this book which was first published in Australia 18 years ago (!) can still find a new home after all that time. I’m both thrilled and very grateful.

The photo above is from the book-launch of DCM Ishmael at Padua College Brisbane in 2006. And see those three boys behind me? I have no idea who they were but looking at them now I realise they would be pretty great matches for the roles of Ishmael, James Scobie and Razz!
Apart from that good news the main thing I’ve been doing this week is re-reading Ishmael and the Return of the Dugongs and Ishmael and the Hoops of Steel checking to see if there needs to be any minor changes to the original text before they are both reprinted with updated covers in May next year.
In the end only one or two really outdated references were changed (because they would be lost on modern readers) and one typo was corrected but other than that everything stayed the same even though at times it’s obvious both books were written a number of years ago.
One interesting thing about reading your own books again years after they’ve been published is that you come across some things you’d forgotten you’d written. One was this little paragraph from Book 3 with Ishmael commenting on Orazio Zorzotto (Razz/the Razzman) dropping out of Economics.
But there were a couple of other things I don’t think I’ll ever forget from the first half of Year Twelve.
One was the (overjoyed) look on Razz’s face when he saw his Semester One report card. I’d be guessing it matched the look on Mr Farmer’s face when Razz gave him the sad news that he wouldn’t be in his Economics class any more.
This made me smile because as well as being an ex-English teacher I also taught Economics. I’d actually forgotten that I’d named the Economics teacher in Hoops of Steel Mr Farmer.
Since Bauer in the German language means ‘farmer’, the teacher was more or less me in disguise. Even though I loved the wild, unpredictable and always-joking Razz as a character, I’m not sure how well I would have coped with having a ‘real’ Razz in one of my classes.
Possibly, like Mr Farmer, I’d be more than happy to see the back of him!
(And if any ex-students are reading this please refrain from any sarcastic or hurtful comments – I’m a sensitive artiste now!)

And of course I guess you’re wondering about my overall reaction to my re-read of the Ishmael trilogy. What did I think? How would I review them?
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell, I’m way too humble to say things like ‘Works of towering genius!’ or ‘By far the best comedy series to ever come out of Australia!’
But if YOU would like to say those sorts of things, then in the words of Ishmael and the Razzman, I’d be TOTALLY COOL with that!
Cheers
Michael











































