As that old pop song goes, what kind of fool am I? I went, you see, to Macquarie University, which I chose for its then modern approach to tertiary education. It was great, but somehow, I didn't end up in tutorials taught by Thea Astley, nor did I study Australian history in which Jill Roe was one of … Continue reading Jill Roe, Our fathers cleared the bush (#bookreview)
Review – Autobiographies/Memoirs
Maxine Beneba Clarke, The hate race: A memoir (Review)
This is how it changes us. This is how we are altered. Maxine Beneba Clarke's Stella Prize short-listed memoir, The hate race, is one powerful book. I've been reading about racism since my teens during the Civil Rights years, and have read many moving novels and memoirs. Clarke's book holds its own in this company. The … Continue reading Maxine Beneba Clarke, The hate race: A memoir (Review)
Maria Katsonis and Lee Kofman (eds), Rebellious daughters (Review)
To rebel or not to rebel, that is the question. At least, it's the question that interested memoirists Maria Katsonis and Lee Kofman who, having written their own stories about "conservative upbringings and subsequent rebellions", wanted to discover what other women could reveal about that "universal life experience", the rebellion against parents. This book, Rebellious daughters, is, obviously, … Continue reading Maria Katsonis and Lee Kofman (eds), Rebellious daughters (Review)
Georgia Blain: Births deaths marriages: True tales (Review)
Poignant is a word I actively avoid in my review posts, as it's such a review cliché, but sometimes a book really does call for it, and the late Georgia Blain's essay-collection-cum-memoir, Births deaths marriages, is such a book. In the last essay, she talks of her mother, broadcaster, activist and non-fiction writer, Anne Deveson, trying her … Continue reading Georgia Blain: Births deaths marriages: True tales (Review)
Susan Varga, Heddy and me (Review)
Susan Varga's biography-cum-memoir, Heddy and me, was first published back in 1994, so why am I reading it now? By a rather circuitous route, as it happens. Lesley Lebkowicz, whose The Petrov poems I've reviewed, read my post on Anna Rosner Blay's Sister, sister, and suggested to Susan Varga that she might like to send me her book to … Continue reading Susan Varga, Heddy and me (Review)
Anna Rosner Blay, Sister, sister (Review)
Some of the most vivid memories of my Sydney-based late teens and early twenties relate to spending time with Jewish people, business friends of my father. We went to parties in their homes, to weddings and bar mitzvahs. These were always happy, family-oriented occasions. I had crushes on the sons. I knew that most of these people had come … Continue reading Anna Rosner Blay, Sister, sister (Review)
Francis Keany, Follow the leaders: How to survive a modern-day election campaign (Review)
I had a little laugh when I picked up Francis Keany's book, Follow the leaders, about his experience as a journalist on the 2013 election campaign, because that very day our current leader Malcolm Turnbull formally announced the 2016 election. It's all a game of course because we already knew when it was to be - the budget … Continue reading Francis Keany, Follow the leaders: How to survive a modern-day election campaign (Review)
Fiona Wright, Small acts of disappearance (Review)
It would be a rare person these days, from Western cultures anyhow, who didn't have some brush with an eating disorder, whether through a friend, a family member, or personal experience. And yet it is one of our most misunderstood afflictions, which is where Fiona Wright's Small acts of disappearance: Essays on hunger comes in. Wright, born in 1983, is a … Continue reading Fiona Wright, Small acts of disappearance (Review)
Helen Macdonald, H is for hawk (Review)
My reading really has been rather odd lately. I've read a memoir about horse-racing (Gerald Murnane's Something for the pain), a novel about hedge-funds and investment banking (Kate Jenning's Moral hazard), and now a grief memoir focused on falconry (Helen Macdonald's H is for hawk). None of these are topics I would naturally pick up, but in … Continue reading Helen Macdonald, H is for hawk (Review)
Gerald Murnane: Something for the pain: A memoir of the turf (Review)
When I heard Australian author Gerald Murnane had written a memoir, and even more when I heard its title, Something for the pain: A memoir of the turf, I knew I had to read it. I am not a horse racing tragic, by any stretch, but how could I resist such an intriguing sounding memoir from … Continue reading Gerald Murnane: Something for the pain: A memoir of the turf (Review)
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