Essays & Articles
Gabrielle Carey Kill Your Darlings Jan #12, 2013
Why is it that one of our greatest writers, who wrote some of the most quintessentially Australian novels, went into permanent self-exile and even spurned his Australian citizenship?
I WAS born in Sutherland hospital and brought home to a weatherboard house in Kirrawee that my father boasted had been built from an old boat.
An opinion piece reflecting on our addiction to television and what The Shire (the show) says about viewers. This piece is very much inspired by David Foster Wallace’s wonderful essay E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction (1993). I am also indebted to the research work of UTS postgraduate Annabel Stafford.
The first page of Puberty Blues describes South Cronulla, the lowest rung of the beach hierarchy, as Dickheadland, where “the uncool kids from Bankstown (Bankies)” hung out. Strangely, not much has changed.
A reading group devoted to Finnegans Wake probably seems like the height of eccentricity but it’s not as weird as you might think.
A personal essay about Australian writer Randolph Stow who died on May 29th, 2010.
Ruminative, intimate, reflective why does the personal essay cause such angst for Australians?
When most of the world is fighting to live, is suicide the ultimate act of selfishness?
My observations are that women approaching 50 swoon just as easily at the sight of a fit male chest or a sweaty bicep as a middle-aged man might over a girl in a bikini. It’s just that women are better at concealing their lust.