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On the ground
GLENN MACGREGOR'S HOUSE has stunning river and mountain views, neatly netted fig trees in the garden, and a collection...
The exotic at home
EARLY IN 1982, when I had just finished Fly Away Peter and was writing back and forth to my...
Down-at-heel among the well-heeled
THE SOUTHERN HIGHLANDS of New South Wales is a rural region with a reputation for city-style affluence. Most visitors,...
Stranger in a strange land
YOU DON'T LOOK Chinese," said one of a small group of boys who had encircled me."I'm not," I said,...
On becoming a Jew
If you ever forget you're a Jew, a Gentile will remind you.– Bernard MalamudBROOKLYN LAUNDRY, 2002: Sometimes I am...
The angel in the travelling show
IN THE NORTH of Queensland, at the cusp of the modern age, many singular events were recorded and others,...
Sydney and me
FROM THE BEGINNING to the end of my twenties, I hated Sydney. It was a city whose high prices...
The Einstein canaries
I FELT LIKE I should kiss her or hug her, but while I was still thinking she got in...
The fence
I AM SITTING on the white wooden-frame and wire fence that runs along one side of our house and...
Of Middle Eastern appearance
Selected for The Best Australian Political Writing 2008 "DO YOU EVER wish you were fully Aussie?" This question was posed...
Develop the north
NATIONAL DEVELOPMENT WAS high on the Commonwealth agenda in the 1950s and 1960s, leading to such projects as the Snowy...
The exiled child
There have been many times in my life when people have come to negative conclusions about me, and many terms applied: juvenile delinquent, alcoholic, drug addict, drama queen, borderline personality disorder, self-destructive, hysteric, depressive, neurotic, phobic and hypochondriac. But I've discovered a new one, and according to the literature it may be at the heart of all the others: chronic trauma survivor.
