Memoir Archives

I HAVE A clear memory of the buttons – large, translucent-white plastic – and the teacher’s fingers unbuttoning the...

By Annie Zaidi

WE PULL UP outside the Centre. The dust resettles on the path, I pay my driver two dollars and...

By Romi Grossberg

I WAS THAT age when I was bathing in the season’s first rains without shame or concern for the...

By Mohit Parikh

DISPERSED AMONG LENGTHY discussions of cycling, which must have been their shared passion, a teenage Charles Harlock was given...

By Tom Bamforth

JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT, six soldiers were shot in their beds in the Officers’ Quarters on Christmas Island. Their bodies...

By Ben Stubbs

RAY PARKIN TOLD stories. He wasn’t exactly the Ancient Mariner, but there was an insistence and a very steady...

NICOLA WALKED WITH his back straight and his shoulders scarcely moving. His upper body perfectly balanced and relaxed, his...

By David Carlin

THE CEREMONY TOOK place on a glorious morning in March at Cowra cemetery, the sky above a flawless blue,...

WHENEVER THE DOORBELL rings late at night in our small Peking University apartment, we know who to expect. Our...

By David Walker

One year I said I didn’t Want to be arrested. Back too frail to be man-handled. I settled for the dawn peace-vigil: Candles...

By Barry Hill

WAR IS A particularly slippery subject for any cold eye to fasten on. In May 2014 I was walking...

By Gerard Windsor

I FORGOT THE ‘great pogrom’, as my grandmother Edith Bonyhady called Kristallnacht with the voice of experience. I was...

By Tim Bonyhady