Monday musings on Australian literature: Forgotten writers 14, Gertrude Mack

Gertrude Mack is the third of the Mack literary sisters, and by far the least known, though at the time she was well-recognised, with her activities and thoughts frequently reported in the newspapers. Her “disappearance” from view is most likely because, unlike her sisters, all her writing was for newspapers and magazines. She did not have one published book to her name. It makes a big difference to a writer’s longevity in the literary world.

As with many of my Forgotten Writers posts, I researched Gertrude Mack for the Australian Women Writers’ blog. This post is a minor revision of the one I posted there. So, who was she …

Gertrude Mack

Gertrude Mack (?-1937) was an Australian journalist and short story writer. The youngest of thirteen children – who included five daughters – Mack was born in Morpeth, New South Wales, to Irish-born parents, Jemima (nee James) Mack and the Rev’d Hans Mack. As a child, she lived in various parts of Sydney including Windsor, Balmain and Redfern, and was educated at Sydney Girls’ High School. Two of her older sisters also had literary careers, Louise Mack (see my posts) and Amy Mack (whom I featured last week). These sisters have been documented in Dale Spender’s Writing a new world: Two centuries of Australian women writers (1988) and by their niece Nancy Phelan in the Australian Dictionary of Biography, but neither Spender nor Phelan mention Gertrude. According AustLit, a diary of Mack’s is included in Phelan’s papers at the State Library of New South Wales. Curious.

This dearth of formal biographical information meant relying heavily, for this post, on Trove, where articles written by Mack abound. They tell of a curious and adventurous woman who was able to report firsthand on those challenging 1920s and 30s in Europe and the Americas. For example, in 1924, four years after the Mexican Revolution, she decided to go to Mexico City, something her American friends thought “a wild whim”. She writes for The Sydney Morning Herald (22 November 1924), that “according to American newspapers, it did seem a risk, but I knew their way of making any Mexican news appear hectic”. In the end, it does prove difficult, and she fails on her first attempt. She admits that she was not prepared for the poverty she sees in Juarez, just over the border from El Paso, and “was not yet accustomed to the unshaven Mexican”, but she later wrote admiring pieces on the country.

Mack spent eight years in London from around 1929 to 1937, and returned at least once for a few weeks in 1933. It was a difficult time in Europe, and The Sun (18 June 1933) reports that she had found “the same sense of strain in all the European countries, and this has been intensified more recently by the war menace, which seems to be very real.” I have not been able to find an image of her, but during this visit, sister Louise described her in “Louise Mack’s Diary” in the Australian Women’s Weekly (17 June 1933):

Tall, very slight and svelte, in a smart black frock of her own making, her hair marcelled, her big, grey eyes looking big-ger than ever under the glasses she had taken to lately. Elegant? Yes, certainly.

An interesting little fact which came up in a couple of the newspaper reports of this 1933 visit was that on her voyage she, and two other “matrons” had been in charge of 48 children, who had been selected for the Fairbridge Farm School to be taught various branches of farming. Sydney’s The Sun (June 18) explained that “the children, whose ages ranged from eight to twelve years, included both boys and girls, and were chosen by the selection committee of the Child Immigration Society, which body exercises the greatest care in choosing only suitable potential citizens for Australia, says Miss Mack”. If you haven’t heard about Fairbridge, check out Wikipedia. Miss Mack might have had faith in it, but the whole scheme was marred by dishonesty, and worse, child abuse.

Gertrude returned again to Australia in 1937. There was much interest in her return, with newspapers reporting on her thoughts from the moment she first touched the continent in Western Australia. The West Australian (3 March 1937) wrote that she had passed through Fremantle in the “Orama”, and quoted her as saying Australian writers were doing well in London. “Henry Handel Richardson was acclaimed by many critics as the finest writer of the day”; and Helen Simpson (my first Forgotten Writer) “had taken up broadcasting work in addition to her writing”. She said Nina Murdoch had had success with Tyrolean June and Christina Stead with Seven poor men of Sydney. The paper observed, tellingly, that “undoubtedly Australian writers were getting more recognition in London than in their own country”.

It also quoted Mack as saying she believed England was interested in stories about Australia, but that their interest depended “entirely on the topic of the story.” Unfortunately Australian writers “usually presented the drab side of the life of the country and laid too much stress on the droughts and the drawbacks” and “the frequent descriptions of struggles against drought and the hardships of Australian life gave readers a wrong impression of the country”. Consequently, readers “did not realise that the country had a normal life, with a bright social side, and the mass in England seldom knew that there was very fertile land in Australia”. According to Mack, “German people knew more about Australia and were more interested than the people of any other country”.

Adelaide’s News (6 March 1937) took up the issue of how Australia is viewed, but with a slightly different tack, writing:

“It would be difficult,” said Miss Mack, “to make the average uneducated English man or woman believe that there is, in Australia, such a thing as culture. English people would be surprised if they could have a glimpse of real country life on a big station.
The only way to overcome this wrong idea.” she said, “is by our literature, which has not yet developed fully.”

Although she was talking about staying in Australia for just 6 months, it appears that Gertrude Mack was seriously ill when she returned in 1937. She visited her brother C. A. Mack, of Mosman, but died in a private hospital in Darlinghurst on Wednesday 31 March and was buried at the Northern Suburbs Crematorium on the Friday.

A few days later “an appreciation” written by “W.B.”  appeared in The Sydney Morning Herald (6 April). W.B. It’s a moving tribute:

To those of us who had the happiness and the privilege of an intimate association with Gertrude Mack over a long period, abroad and in Australia, her death has meant a very poignant personal loss and sorrow. Her happy outlook on life, her faculty for perceiving the humorous side of things, and her sensitive reactions to atmosphere, made her a delightful companion, and she made friends among every class of people, whether they were foreigners or people of her own race. She had an unusual flair for getting at the heart of the interesting aspects of life and affairs, and this, added to her other gifts, enabled her to write such charming and interesting sketches, stories, and interviews. Her short stories and sketches were invariably the outcome of personal contacts. She could paint engaging pictures of people and places, and make them real to her readers. She also possessed outstanding musical ability, and might have won distinction as a pianist had she elected to take up music as a profession, for she had a fine critical perception and a rare appreciation of the true values in music.

She also translated stories from Russian, collaborating with Serge Ivanov to publish in English a volume of N. A. Baikov’s tales for children. Gertrude Mack was a fascinating woman, and would be a worthy subject for a biography – either on her own, or as part of a larger biography on the Mack sisters.

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12 thoughts on “Monday musings on Australian literature: Forgotten writers 14, Gertrude Mack

    • Very good question MR … I found very little about that. But there were hundreds I think of articles written by her so more research might dig it out.As I said she, or perhaps the sisters are ripe for a biography.

  1. Thank you for your post on Gertrude Mack. ‘marcelling’ for using curling tongs, very mysterious – at least to the uninitiated!. Marcel the hairdresser-inventor looks elegant too…

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  2. She sounds like quite the adventurer, especially receiving to Mexico and defending Australia against the British. I can’t imagine being 1 of 13. Sounds like the size of family in which one gets lost if he/she doesn’t stand out.

  3. That sounds like as busy a household as that of The Man Who Loved Children! Wholly unimaginable to me, but as a kid I loved, loved, loved books with busy hectic families and so many children that parents would muddle up their names (The Five Little Peppers series, for instance, but that was only five, not thirteen!).

    • We are always fascinated by what we don’t have aren’t we Marcie. I was one of three. BUT 13 is inconceivable to me!! Do you have any relationship with your parents. (BTW arrived in Melbourne yesterday and plan to spend time visiting your blog now I have some time to myself!)

      • That’s true, I’ve had people with siblings recount stories of how they were forced into spending time with one another when that wasn’t comfortable/desirable and know several people who do not have bonds with their siblings as adults, even if they were closer when they were younger (and especially if they weren’t). But as a kid, I was only thinking of wanting someone to spend time with, and it seemed like a sibling (boy or girl, I didn’t care) would solve that instantly. But bigger families do make for better stories, don’t they? Except for Harriet the Spy. (Both you and I have been playing catch-up!)

        • We have, Marcie, been playing catchup I mean. It’s taken me a while with my trip and busy return (and the fact that it’s easier for me to engage with your blog through my secondary browser which seems to remember me on your blog when my preferred one doesn’t! So weird.)

          Anyhow, when we decided to have a child – I really wasn’t sure I wanted to go down that path – I said to my husband that we could just have one, as I thought that would be manageable and not impinge on our lovely lives too much! (Career, concert going, travelling etc.) But within mjnutes (or maybe days) of his birth it suddenly clicked. My siblings (a sister and a brother) were so important to me. I couldn’t actively choose only childhood for my child. It’s worked out wonderfully. They are the best of friends. I love bring out with them in a family group and seeing the way they gravitate to each other. It makes me happy. My brother’s son is an only and he tells his parents he is happy with that for the reasons you mention – many of his friends don’t have close relationships. I like to think it was something we did right but more likely it’s a bit of the luck of the draw – personality and temperament, and a secure family life (as in not in poverty, supportive extended family, etc. There is a lot of luck in life isn’t there?)

          PS I never did read Harriet the Spy. But I did read Heidi!

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