Round two of this year's Meanjin Tournament of Books has now been played - as of a couple of days before Christmas. Here are the winners Round 2 Match 1: Tim Winton's Breath defeated Kim Scott's That deadman dance Well, I must say I'm surprised. Much as I love both these books - both of which … Continue reading Meanjin’s Tournament of Books 2013, Round 2
Australian writers
Linda Jaivin, Found in translation: In praise of a plural world (Review)
Reading synchronicity strikes again! In the last couple of months, the issue of language, translation and culture has been crossing my path - in Diego Marani's The last of the Vostyachs, in Gabrielle Gouch's Once, only the swallows were free, and on Lisa's blog post about the AALITRA Symposium on Translation. I was consequently more than … Continue reading Linda Jaivin, Found in translation: In praise of a plural world (Review)
Meanjin’s Tournament of Books 2013, Round 1
Hmm, when I announced this year's Meanjin Tournament of Books over three weeks ago, I thought I'd be back before now with an update. However, the last match in Round 1 was only posted a couple of days ago, and I wanted to wait until the Round was finished before reporting back. So, here I am … Continue reading Meanjin’s Tournament of Books 2013, Round 1
Gabrielle Gouch, Once, only the swallows were free (Review)
Do you differentiate memoir from autobiography? I do. For me, a memoir, such as Gabrielle Gouch's Once, only the swallows were free, deals with a specific aspect of a person's life, such as a sportsman writing about his career when he retires from it or a person writing about her growing up, like, say, Alice … Continue reading Gabrielle Gouch, Once, only the swallows were free (Review)
Melissa Lucashenko, Sinking below sight (Review)
In this week's Monday Musings about the Walkley Awards, I noted that Melissa Lucashenko had won the award for Long Feature Writing for her essay "Sinking below sight: Down and out in Brisbane and Logan" in the Griffith Review. I've now read the essay, and thought I'd share it with you. I've reviewed Lucashenko before, … Continue reading Melissa Lucashenko, Sinking below sight (Review)
Richard Rossiter (ed), Knitting and other stories (Review)
Short stories, I've decided, are the ideal reading matter for breakfast, so for the last couple of weeks I've been engrossed in Knitting and other stories, which contains a selection of stories from this year's Margaret River Short Story Competition. The competition is new, having been offered for the first time last year. According to the … Continue reading Richard Rossiter (ed), Knitting and other stories (Review)
Delicious descriptions from Down under: Lebkowicz and Moorhouse on 1950s Canberra
At the beginning of this year I reviewed Frank Moorhouse's Cold light (my review) which commences with the arrival of his protagonist, Edith Campbell Berry, in Canberra in 1950. The Petrovs, the subject of Lesley Lebkowicz's The Petrov poems (my review), arrived in Canberra in 1951. Lebkowicz's description of Canberra accords very much with Moorhouse's. The … Continue reading Delicious descriptions from Down under: Lebkowicz and Moorhouse on 1950s Canberra
Lesley Lebkowicz, The Petrov poems (Review)
Canberra poet Lesley Lebkowicz has made a couple of brief appearances in my blog: first in my post on The invisible thread anthology, and then when she won this year's ACT Poetry Award. I was consequently more than happy to accept for review her latest book, The Petrov poems. It's intriguing that nearly 60 years … Continue reading Lesley Lebkowicz, The Petrov poems (Review)
Bianca Nogrady, The end: The human experience of death (Review)
Have you thought about your death? About how and where you want to die? These are the questions Australian science journalist Bianca Nogrady asks us to consider in her recent book, The end: the human experience of death. I'm not a morbid person, but when Nogrady contacted me to ask whether I'd consider reviewing her … Continue reading Bianca Nogrady, The end: The human experience of death (Review)
Monday musings on Australian literature: Hazel Rowley Literary Fund
It seemed appropriate to talk about the Hazel Rowley Literary Fund this week given that several commenters on my review of Christina Stead's For love alone mentioned Rowley's well-regarded biography of Christina Stead. Quite coincidentally - amazing how often such coincidences occur isn't it - AustLit posted on their blog last week a piece titled … Continue reading Monday musings on Australian literature: Hazel Rowley Literary Fund
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