Love & Other U-Turns is surely the first official Uranus-Sun Transit memoirs – yes?
It’s a fabulous book and I don’t just say that because I am mentioned in it, flatteringly. It’s funny, surreal and very NOW. I am not at all surprised as the author – who comments on this site as Fishgirl – sent me some of her magazine articles & a poem years ago and i e-mailed her to say “You are SO talented” and not to flip out at the famously difficult She-Editor she was having to deal with.
So a bit later, i rock up at St Kilda to talk at a writer’s festival, accompanied by my good friend the Ultimate Piscean.
I blogged about him years ago. He has seriously two-thirds of his chart in Pisces and all in the 3rd House. He is very handsome and very well educated but travels around the country/world telling the most disgusting jokes. No he is not using his commerce degree and nor is he interested in anything material. He is like an anarchist with Tourette’s Syndrome so far as dirty jokes are concerned. He is against relationships because he sees them as one dodgy step down the slippery slide toward bourgeois hell. He is perfectly happy to sleep in a grassy meadow under the stars. At one point he had a truck that ran on recycled vegetable oil he collected from outback pubs. Oh and he’s got Saggo Rising.
So we’re at this thing in a St Kilda theatre and i made everyone sit in their sun sign groups. All of the Arieans wore red, each Cancerian was wearing some sort of a heirloom item and the Librans all looked like models, interesting. The Pisceans up the back would not shut up – chief amongst them The Ultimate Piscean and Louisa…this talented Piscean writer girl I had literally just met. They fell crashingly in love at first sight and the book is about that and all the ludicrous stuff that followed. It is very funny.
And yes, Louise had Uranus on her Piscean Sun in the 9th House that year and this book is like a brilliant guide to that transit. I think at one point in this insane love affair – now rekindled – she flew straight from an outback bikie hangout lawless craphole of a pub to New York, where she spent the night in Harlem at the house of a well built policeman she met outside the Statue of Liberty. Pisceans don’t do jealousy induction by half-measures.
You can read an extract here.
What transit would you be able to write a funny memoir about? I think it would HAVE to be Uranus.
Imagine doing one on Saturn: “I was at the dentist when the tax bill arrived and i realized that i had yet to reconcile my relationship with my father. That was when the nightmares began and although the osteopath said they were to do with a circulation problem because i had put my neck out compulsively cleaning, i knew they were due to being haunted by status anxiety…”
Oh and peeps with packed third houses need to be in constant motion, consistent new info and ideas coming in & they are nigh impossible to pin down.