Edition 62
All Being Equal – The Novella Project VI
- Published 6th November, 2018
- ISBN: 9781925603330
- Extent: 264pp
- Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook
In 2017, Australia said ‘Yes’ to same-sex marriage – a momentous event that confirmed the nation’s appetite for change and equality.
Griffith Review 62: All Being Equal marks that event with a selection of stories that predate, anticipate and celebrate that historic moment: stories of love and despair; stories of families, protest and war.
Edited by Ashley Hay, it features the winners of the sixth novella project, and maps the richness and complexity of Australia past and present.
Griffith Review 62: All Being Equal –The Novella Project VI is published with the support of the Copyright Agency Cultural Fund and Australia Council for the Arts.
In this Edition
Hillock of peace
TO THINK TOO long about someone’s suicide feels like trespass. To imagine the moment’s tableau with any kind of colour (caps returned to their bottles, tightened) or to dwell on the arrangements made ($30,000 a year left for the Jack Russell) feels like taking...
My life with the wave
I WANT TO tell you about a difficult place that I visit regularly since moving to my suburb in the inner fringes of a large Australian city. The place is a gym, and I like it in the winter because there is a steam...
Demonstrating defiance
I NEVER SAW a key to the front door of my childhood home, though I’m sure my father had one somewhere. Keys were never important in my family. But I loved that front door with its leadlight panels – waves of coloured glass reflecting the...
All the things I should’ve given
ONE OF THE nice things about having a baby was how the old Italian lady next door changed. ‘It’s weird,’ Abbey said after they brought Xan home from the hospital. ‘You’d think dykes having babies together would be worse than dykes on their own.’ Apparently dykes...
Fantasias for flute
MEG’S BROTHERS WERE lucky. They joined the army when they turned eighteen: first Liam, then Stuart. When reveille sounded, they sat up in their bunks and pulled on their boots. They washed their faces with a towel dipped in cold water, raised their arms...
Poster boy
As a teenager, during the day, with my mates, we’d talk about their stats – career goals, disposals, who was the most accurate goal kicker, who was the fastest player, who could lay the hardest tackles. And at night, I’d stare up at those posters from my bed, the moonlight making the footy players’ strong arms glisten. Bare, bulging biceps. Broad, powerful pectorals almost bursting through their yellow and blue guernseys. I wanted them, and I wanted to be them, all at the same time.
Paper moon
THE SHRIEK OF the troop train woke Eddie as they pulled abruptly to a stop. ‘Where are we?’ he said, wiping his mouth and feeling for his rifle, as though it were another limb. His yammering heart calmed as he found it, the grain of...
Shanghai wedding
Shanghai, 2011 BILLY LOOKED AROUND the carriage and surprised himself with the realisation that despite feeling nothing, he was actually floating. He couldn’t articulate, even to himself, why he was in Shanghai, so he tried not to think about it. It was pointless to catch...
Distance
THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN Ingrid Murphy and Katie Brute-Jones were easily measured: five inches, thirty-three pounds and 7,700 miles. Where Ingrid was too tall, too thin and standing on the other side of an open doorway from Stella Parker at this very moment, Katie was...