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I was born in Sydney. My parents moved us to Adelaide before I could walk. Our east-coast roots meant that despite growing up in an Aussie Rules town, I was raised on a steady diet of rugby. When I started school, a kid in a Crows scarf was asked which team I barracked for. “The […]
Did you hear the one about the writer who submitted a funny story to a publishing house, and the work was swiftly and enthusiastically published? No, me neither. Where is the humour in Australian literary fiction? I’ve just started Rubik by Elizabeth Tan, and last night I read a scene where children, dressed up as […]
I enjoy reading both fiction and narrative non-fiction, but I tend to write fiction almost exclusively. I’ve been asking myself why that is. I’m sitting at my desk and I’m meant to be writing, but instead I’m procrastinating, burning time, staring distractedly at my screen. Right now, as I type, this is the background of […]
We like to pretend that there are no rigid class distinctions in Australia. It’s part of our national identity: non-Indigenous Australians are the descendants of swagmen and convicts, migrants and squatters. We think of ourselves as battlers, even if our particular battle is to pay the mortgage on our third investment property. And unless there’s…
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