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D. C. Hobson
D. C. Hobson
D. C. Hobson is a full time writer who draws on a lifetime spent collecting places, people, conversations, and the small details that refuse to disappear.
Based in Australia but shaped by decades of travelling through the world, the work moves between literary fiction, travel writing, and stories that are often difficult to place neatly in either category. From the familiar streets of Paris to cities, islands, markets, bars, railway stations and unexpected corners across Europe, Asia, Africa and the Americas, place is rarely just scenery. It becomes witness, accomplice and sometimes character: somewhere memory shifts, strangers collide, and ordinary moments acquire significance only after they have passed.
The fiction is character-driven and concerned with the quieter architecture of people’s lives: ageing, desire, loneliness, friendship, regret, reinvention, and the distance between what people say and what they mean. Recent work has increasingly centred on women navigating the subtle turning points of their lives, while longer fiction is exploring the more complicated territory of intimacy, friendship, truth and the stories people construct about themselves.
Alongside fiction, the travel writing is less interested in telling people where to go than in what happens when they get there. It wanders through the celebrated and the overlooked, following the mythology of travel into the considerably messier business of actually being somewhere: getting lost, watching people, chasing stories, misunderstanding things, finding the unexpected and occasionally discovering that the smallest encounter is the one that survives the journey. Humour is never far away.
After years of writing around the edges of other things, writing is now the work.
The stories remain interested in much the same question: how can something seemingly insignificant—a conversation, a room, a stranger, a morning, a city street—quietly divide a life into before and after?
New fiction and essays are currently circulating with literary journals in Australia and internationally, while work continues on a first novel.
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D. C. Hobson is a full time writer who draws on a lifetime spent collecting places, people, conversations, and the small details that refuse to disappear.
Based in Australia but shaped by decades of travelling through the world, the work moves between literary fiction, travel writing, and stories that are often difficult to place neatly in either category. From the familiar streets of Paris to cities, islands, markets, bars, railway stations...
Other Writing
The Moment Before the Knock is a quiet, intimate short story set over a single morning, where memory and habit collide. As a man goes through the ritual of making coffee, the traces of a relationship surface—not through dramatic events, but through scent, routine, and absence.
Moving between one present moment and the life that once filled it, the story explores how love lingers in ordinary spaces, and how endings are often felt long before they are confirmed. It is a meditation on intimacy,...
In a city shaped by books and memory, a small and seemingly ordinary discovery unsettles something Alice thought she understood about herself. What should feel familiar instead lingers — quietly insistent, difficult to dismiss, and impossible to name.
As the day unfolds, the city remains unchanged, yet Alice’s sense of certainty begins to loosen. The line between past and present blurs, and the objects she trusts most take on an unexpected weight, as if carrying traces of a life only half...
Under the shadow of Angkor Wat, a man travelling alone drifts through the heat and dust of Siem Reap, settling into the unhurried rhythm of long lunches and late afternoons. In a place shaped by passing travellers and temporary lives, a brief connection begins to take form — unannounced, unplanned, and quietly charged.
As the day slips toward evening, the story lingers on anticipation, restraint, and the delicate balance between what is felt and what is acted upon. Set against the faded...
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