Writer-artist Barbara Hanrahan was born half a generation before I was and in the city of Adelaide not a country town in Queensland, but the childhood she depicts in her first novel, The scent of eucalyptus, could almost have been mine. Almost, but not quite, as I was brought up in a standard nuclear family … Continue reading Barbara Hanrahan, The scent of eucalyptus
TBR reading
Ruth Park, Missus
Missus was the last written in Ruth Park's Harp in the South trilogy, but is the first in terms of chronology. The first two novels, Harp in the South and Poor man's orange, were published in 1948 and 1949 respectively, while Missus was not published until 1985. These first novels, which met with some controversy on publication, … Continue reading Ruth Park, Missus
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are not the only fruit
As I was reading Jeanette Winterson's novella Oranges are not the only fruit, the question, rightly or wrongly, that was uppermost in my mind was "What is it with the oranges?" Is there something about oranges that I don't know? Something specific that they symbolise? I racked (wracked) my brain for something in my literary … Continue reading Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are not the only fruit
Sawako Ariyoshi, The doctor’s wife
The doctor's wife is the third Ariyoshi novel that I've read. The other two - The River Ki and The twilight years - I read well over a decade ago. According to Wikipedia The doctor's wife is considered her best novel. All, though, are fascinating reads providing an insight into a culture which is so different … Continue reading Sawako Ariyoshi, The doctor’s wife
Elizabeth Jolley, My father’s moon
'No one,' she says, 'can write anything till they've had experience. Later on perhaps. You will write later on.' (Elizabeth Jolley, My father's moon, 1989) Although fiction demands imagination, it must be based on some kind of genuine experience. (Elizabeth Jolley, "Only Connect", essay first published in Toads, 1992) My father's moon is the first … Continue reading Elizabeth Jolley, My father’s moon
Pramoedya Ananta Toer, This earth of mankind
Nationalism, in today's western world, is pretty much a dirty word - and yet it is the idea of nationalism which underpins Indonesian writer Pramoedya Ananta Toer's Buru Quartet, of which I have just read the first book, This earth of mankind. Toer's concept of nationalism was formed under colonial rule of his country by … Continue reading Pramoedya Ananta Toer, This earth of mankind
Whispering Gums 