"Don't judge a book by its cover" is one of those mantras that we've all heard. It's a pretty valid one too - literally and metaphorically - but that doesn't mean that we can't enjoy looking at bookcovers and handling beautifully produced books, does it? At least that's how I see it as a reader. … Continue reading Monday musings on Australian literature: Judging a book by its cover
Author: Whispering Gums
Jahnavi Barua, Rebirth (Review for the Shadow Man Asian Literary Prize, 2011)
What a shame Jahnavi Barua's novel, Rebirth, is, to the best of my knowledge, available "for sale in the Indian Subcontinent only" (backcover). Our Shadow Man Asian team had real problems tracking this one down, but I'm very glad we did manage to obtain some copies, eventually, because this is a beautiful book. The title, … Continue reading Jahnavi Barua, Rebirth (Review for the Shadow Man Asian Literary Prize, 2011)
Shadow Man Asian Literary Prize 2011 Update
The observant among you will have noticed that I haven't done a Man Asian Literary Prize weekly round-up of reviews and news for a couple of weeks now. This is because our reviews have slowed down now to a crawl and hardly warrant a weekly post from me. The most recent reviews posted have been: Jahnavi … Continue reading Shadow Man Asian Literary Prize 2011 Update
Monday musings on Australian literature: Favourite first (Australian) lines
This is a bit of a copout, I know, but I'm travelling this week and don't have a lot of time to write a seriously considered post. So, I've decided to simply do a list - of some of my favourite first lines from Australian literature. Like most readers I think, I do love a … Continue reading Monday musings on Australian literature: Favourite first (Australian) lines
On the literary road: Omeo, Omeo, wherefore art thou Omeo?
Ok, that's a pretty weak beginning I know, but hands up if you've ever heard of Omeo in Victoria, Australia? I must say that I hadn't until recently when I started planning our latest foray into Victoria. We decided to travel to Melbourne via the Great Alpine Road, in Victoria's High Country ... and in … Continue reading On the literary road: Omeo, Omeo, wherefore art thou Omeo?
Michael Sala and truthful fictions
Michael Sala doesn't actually use the term "truthful fictions". That was a character in Jessica Anderson's Tirra Lirra by the river. But he could have. Yesterday I heard Sala interviewed on ABC Radio National's Life Matters about his debut novel The last thread, which I reviewed last week. Presenter Natasha Mitchell commenced by mentioning the transitions, secrets and … Continue reading Michael Sala and truthful fictions
Monday musings on Australian literature: Jessica Anderson
Every now and then I feature a specific writer in my Monday Musings - and they've usually been women because they tend to be overlooked. Take Jessica Anderson (1916-2010), for example. Most keen AusLit readers will know her because her novel Tirra lirra by the river made quite a splash when it was published in 1978, … Continue reading Monday musings on Australian literature: Jessica Anderson
Dorothy Porter, On passion (Review)
Do you read "little" books? You know those small books that are carefully placed on bookstore sales counters where you are buying the book you really came for? I don't often, but every now and then one catches my eye. Today's review is of such a book from Melbourne University Press's Little books on big themes … Continue reading Dorothy Porter, On passion (Review)
Michael Sala, The last thread (Review)
It's clear why Affirm Press chose a comment by Raimond Gaita for the front cover of their latest publication, Michael Sala's autobiographical novel, The last thread. Gaita, for readers here who don't know, wrote an award-winning memoir, Romulus, My Father, about growing up as a migrant with mentally unstable parents. Sala's story is different but both … Continue reading Michael Sala, The last thread (Review)
Monday musings on Australian literature: On the making of a classic
Having completed the book, I tried to get it published, but everyone to whom I offered it refused even to look at the manuscript on the ground that no Colonial could write anything worth reading. They gave no reason for this extraordinary opinion, but it was sufficient for them, and they laughed to scorn the … Continue reading Monday musings on Australian literature: On the making of a classic
