FictionFIVE OR SIX days after the funeral, or perhaps a week, Rory finally ventures out. Her father’s dog, Harpo, has been so patient, but he needs more than an amble round the backyard. And so does she. They head...

MemoirIT’S 1961, AND the kids of the baby boom are rapidly outgrowing old nests. On the eastern edge of Melbourne’s suburbs, orchards and dirt roads are giving way to brick veneer and asphalt, with new houses going up fast...

MemoirWE GET TO vote just once every few years, but every single day we consume, we buy, we acquire. Stuff. And more stuff. Each item had to be made or manufactured and transported to us, all at vast cumulative...

EssayAT THE END of World War II, with the city of Tokyo a smoking ruin, Hiroshima and Nagasaki pulverised, and food shortages so acute that throughout Japan people were dropping dead of starvation in the streets, a young photographer...

GR Online'I'M SORRY I didn't get to that movie you recommended,' said the woman I'd recently met, in an email. 'I was worried about being alone. But that's just me.'No, I thought, as a memory clacked into place like a...

GR Online Kate Veitch with her father.HERE IS MY father's dictionary, the one thing of his I felt I had to have. The Webster's Collegiate, fifth edition: 1,274 pages, dense as a big old brick in its...

EssayPhotography, once a noble art, has become, thanks to the move to digital, a mental illness– Nigel Farndale I BOUGHT my first camera, a Kodak Instamatic, in 1973. I was eighteen and about to go travelling in South-East Asia, and the hippie trail...