This is a MUST Read! Written by a masterful storyteller! Ruth Roth can't help it. Only five years old, and she's already sporting an up-yours attitude to a 'yes, sir' baby boomer society choking on moral purity. Growing up in an era of lookin'-good families, well-behaved, bobby-socked children, and little girls being groomed to be subordinate to men, Ruth stands out like dog's balls. Education and discipline fail to make a dent. Neither is a match for the driving force in Ruth's psyche-the ancient goddess of obscenity! So, Ruth's life plays out like a Greek tragicomedy. Too much dark energy can eclipse even the feistiest, though. And Ruth's harpylike mother is relentless, haranguing her 24/7: at home, in her nightmares, in her head and through her own eyes in the form of a bitchy mirror. When years of earbashing wear Ruth down, the wild child in her goes underground. But you cant subdue an immortal. The dirty goddess invades Ruth's thoughts and leads her to idiotic encounters. And Ruth's lapse into a vanilla existence is also an issue for her lifelong friends-genteel Vette with the 'big caboose'; ballsy Maxi with the big mouth; and Ralph, Ruth's hot-looking, obsessive-compulsive cousin and bestie, who needs to do everything twice. Twice. With their encouragement and a good homoeopathic dose of ancient mythology, Ruth embarks on an odyssey, retrieving her spirit from the sludgy shame and irrational fears choking it. It sets her on an unexpected trajectory, one she couldn't have foreseen ... Ruth has survived mir skirmishes. She's fought battles royal. She's come back from the war. But she is confronted with her biggest challenge ever when one of her friends sends her spiralling into hell, and she faces an apocalypse. Can she survive it kwing that the decision she must make could launch the mother of all wars in her world? Paula Houseman's keen understanding of the ancient, universal forces at work in the very roots of humanity, and magnificently bawdy humor make Odyssey in a Teacup an epically defiant, bold, painful, hilarious, soul-fortifying must-read for anyone who has ever dared (or hoped) to look at themselves in the mirror and ask the question, How in the hell have I survived? Crazy-brilliant! -Stephanie L Harper, author
Paula Houseman thought her life was, well ... meh. Until she started fiction writing. What gushed forth onto the page made her realise her existence had not been mundane after all; it had been ridiculous! Sure, she has a serious side. The concept of 'identity' had fascinated her for some time, and she exercised it as a graphic designer creating them for others through imagery. Then, at university (majoring in linguistics and sociology), she explored how word usage constructs our identities and realities. Paula applied her findings to an essay on women's subjectivity, even won the 2007 UNSW United Association of Women Prize. And her honours thesis examined the archetypal significances in the words that shape our collectively authored cancer story. But while she was digging around in ancient mythology where the archetypes live, Paula developed a kinship with a butt-ugly, potty-mouthed goddess, one who embodied a holy kind of dirty, showed her the absurdity of the human condition, taught her about the value of laughter, and is responsible for the bawdiness in her book, Odyssey in a Teacup.