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Wild coast

ALL THE TIME there was Piha, wonderful, free flying, fresh Piha with its knotty cliffs, black sand, wild beach,...

By Rosie Scott

The reluctant memoirist

She leaned across the picnic hamper, reaching out for my hearing aid in my open-palmed hand. I leaned back,...

By Donna McDonald

A party for Germaine

'LESBIANS DON'T BITE,' Margaret says. 'Not as a rule anyway.' She lifts the corners of her mouth with her...

By Julie Bowen Kearney

Can you write a history of yourself?

‘EVERY HISTORIAN SHOULD write an autobiography,’ wrote the historian AJP Taylor, introducing his own, A Personal History (1983). ‘The experience teaches...

By Sheila Fitzpatrick

Googling me, Googling you

IN FEBRUARY THE Macquarie Dictionary committee named ‘googleganger’ as its Word of The Year for 2010.[i] ‘Googleganger was a...

By Brent Balinski

Staffroom confidential

AT THIRTY-TWO I ran away from school. I left in the middle of second term. Severed all ties. Took...

By Cassandra Atherton

The dog of fiction and the wolf of memory

I remember leaving that place, looking over my shoulder and with my ears alert for the sound of the...

By Miriam Zolin

The island

I GREW UP on an island in the Baltic Sea. It was flat and windswept, and I don't seem...

By Mette Jakobsen

A bay of islands

OUT FROM THE shoreline of Brisbane lies a scattering of islands. Each particular, each with a feeling of its...

By Pat Hoffie

Masks of fiction

TRAGIC OR COMIC, feathered or jewelled, Harlequin or Pierrot, all fiction is a masquerade.We writers adopt disguises: we flirt,...

By Jay Griffiths

On the colonial veranda

BELEM IS THE name of the delicious egg tarts, pastéis de Belém, from a cake shop in the barrio...

By Barbara Brooks

The proliferation of island studies

I'M AN ISLOMANIAC. As Lawrence Durrell says, coining the term in his 1953 book Reflections on a Marine Venus...

By Laurie Brinklow