Memoir Archives

WHEN I WAS at primary school in Earlwood, a solid western suburb of Sydney built largely for, and by,...

EARLY IN 1982, when I had just finished Fly Away Peter and was writing back and forth to my...

By David Malouf

YOU DON'T LOOK Chinese," said one of a small group of boys who had encircled me."I'm not," I said,...

By Phil Brown

If you ever forget you're a Jew, a Gentile will remind you.– Bernard MalamudBROOKLYN LAUNDRY, 2002: Sometimes I am...

By Lee Kofman

FROM THE BEGINNING to the end of my twenties, I hated Sydney. It was a city whose high prices...

By Lucy Lehmann

I AM SITTING on the white wooden-frame and wire fence that runs along one side of our house and...

By Shane Strange

THE CHILEAN SUPREME Court last year handed down a ruling stripping the 88-year-old former dictator, General Augusto Pinochet, of...

By Kevin Bannon

IN THE SUMMER of 1992, the Aboriginal band Sunrize, a group of heavy rock musicians from Maningrida in Arnhem...

By Mark Mordue

A WINDSWEPT WINTER'S day in February 1992. The Decatur branch of the First Union Bank. Newly arrived in Atlanta,...

By Vincent Plush

To fall in love is to create a religion with a fallible god. – BorgesAct I – THE Polish Girl...

By David Sornig

In June, 2006, after we'd returned from the screening of the film Ten Canoes at the Cannes International Film Festival, I...

By Rolf De Heer

THE PLEASURE OF the club is a guilty pleasure, a pleasure of satisfaction sitting at the edge of arrogance,...

By Jay Verney