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Into self-imposed exile
IN 1929, ANTHONY Martin Fernando, an Aborigine, appeared at the Old Bailey in London charged with attempted assault. He...
Tarnished dreams of new beginnings
IN THE LATE 19th century, a radical British journalist and his American wife set off from Sydney Harbour, sailing...
A never ending hoax
For many years after the Second World War, even into the 1970s, there were rumours circulating in Brisbane about...
Voodoo politics
IN THE '70s and early '80s, Terry Forrester was an inveterate street marcher who took every opportunity to put...
The third and fourth countries
IN THE FRONTISPIECE of my next novel, La Tombe de Thu Le, I have used a quote from the...
Busted
THERE'S A BANGING on the front door. So early on a Monday? Don't they know I'm a student? I...
Justine and Col and Mr Heggarty
The mango trees are behind Mr Heggarty's milking shed. I can see them from the road, three dark cut-out...
A long way back – reflections of a genealogical tourist
Earlier this year I made a brief visit to my mother's family homeland in Germany on the edge of...
Where the wild things are
WHEN WE WERE moving from Sydney to Brisbane this year, people suggested different things I'd need to get used...
Beyond exile
She, poor lady, hath by sad experience learnt how good a thing it is never to quit one's native...
The Olden Days – Red light district
It is all but impossible to traverse modern Brisbane and not have your sexual potency called to account. Billboards...
The Olden Days – The good ol’ days
Words are not meanings for a tree– Judith Wright, ‘Gum Trees Stripping' (1955) Queensland was a great place to grow...
