Yet the biggest, the dominant issue in Australian Lit. is clearly what it means to be an Australian in this land we whites stole from its Indigenous inhabitants
True Country is a stunningly well written book, but it is also a brave book. Kim Scott, through Billy, confronts his fears and prejudices
Imagine being descended from people who lived here before colonisation only to have others … visit sites you don’t know, learn songs from an old language you didn’t understand, pluck the fruits of country …
Benang is a great, swirling, discursive voyage of discovery; of a young man brought up White uniting the documentary evidence collated by his White grandfather with the family histories revealed to him over the course of the novel by his Black uncles; of a family raped and pillaged, figuratively and literally, by white settlers, by … Continue reading Benang, Kim Scott
Well, it’s taken me a while to get to Kim Scott’s That Deadman Dance (2010), but it was worth it and his earlier Benang is beside me in the TBR so now I suppose I must read that too. In fact I listened, rather than read, to the mellifluous tones of Humphrey Bower who, for … Continue reading That Deadman Dance, Kim Scott
New York is a slim volume of pieces, all around two and a half pages, maybe a thousand words, that feel like newspaper columns, casual, personal and beautifully crafted.
Noongars, who can be divided into 14 dialect groups, are one people with an ongoing, uninterrupted cultural life and that the indigenous people forced out of Perth by white settlement continued their cultural practices within Noongar communities on the outskirts, and maintained their contact with important sites within Perth.
Journal: 018 The Nullarbor Plain (nul-arbor: no trees) lies across the WA/SA border and its cliffs hold back the Southern Ocean. Technically, the highway only crosses the plain around Nullarbor Station at the head of the Bight, but generally a Nullarbor crossing is the 1200 km from Norseman, WA to Ceduna, SA, though the Eyre … Continue reading Crossing the Nullarbor
Journal: 012 We were not here first. It seems self-evident now and was in fact acknowledged by writers from Watkin Tench onwards. Unfortunately though, our behaviour and in particular our legal system, was based on the conflicting ideas that there was no one here in 1788; or that there was but their perceived failure to … Continue reading We were not here first
The boyishly personable Winton is not my favourite author but I feel constrained to keep up with what he is writing, a task made easier by much of his output being on audiobooks and by a lightness of style.