Edition 46
Forgotten Stories
The Novella Project II

- Published 4th November, 2014
- ISBN: 9781922182432
- Extent: Extent: 296 pp
- Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook
Griffith Review 46: Forgotten Stories – The Novella Project II explores in fiction forgotten stories with a historical dimension, delving beyond the handful of iconic tales that have grown threadbare. The massive migration of the past generation is not only changing Australia, but reviving the need to find new ways to tell forgotten stories. Stories that are part of a shared, but often overlooked, cultural heritage of this country
In 2012 Griffith Review published The Novella Project, re-launching the novella as a literary art form. Two years later, we announced a competition open to all residents and citizens of Australia and New Zealand calling for submissions for The Novella Project II. The response was overwhelming from established authors to emerging writers, resulting in Forgotten Stories, a confronting, moving and provocative collection of new fiction by some of Australia’s best writers.
A sea-change couple dig into the past of their newly adopted small town, and discover a secret better left undisturbed in a masterful story by Cate Kennedy.
Tensions simmer between Afghan cameleers, Aborigines and white Australians at the time of Federation in a story by John Kinsella.
A newly arrived Japanese family remembers World War II and confronts 1960s Australia’s narratives of themselves in a novella by Masako Fukui.
Emma Hardman’s fourteen-year-old Margaret gets more than she bargains for as she heads into the country to help her sister in flu-ravaged post-WWI Australia.
Megan McGrath’s moving story returns the reader to Australia’s recent whaling past; it is a story about the mistakes we continue to make, about the crippling power of love and the grip of small towns.
Watch
In an event with The Wheeler Centre to mark the launch of Forgotten Stories, Cate Kennedy, Megan McGrath and Jane Jervis-Read kick around questions about the novella with editor Julianne Schultz.
Forgotten Stories – The Novella Project II is proudly sponsored by the Copyright Agency Cultural Fund.
In this Edition
This is not the end
IN A RECENT article in The New Yorker, ‘The Dead Are Real’, Larissa MacFarquhar described historical fiction as ‘a pioneer country without fixed laws’ but seemed reluctant, at least initially, to grant it a stable literary status. The recent success of the first two...
Exhuming defining moments
WHEN PRIME MINISTER Tony Abbott declared and repeated, just in case it was missed the first time, that ‘the defining moment in the history of this continent’ was the arrival of the First Fleet the reaction was swift and loud. Indigenous leaders and bloggers...
Former glory
NOBODY PUT A ‘for sale’ sign in front of the only good building in town. Whoever had it on the market judged, correctly, that there’d be no passing traffic and no local business interest. They advertised it discreetly on whatever real estate website traffics...
Whale station
I SPIED THE bull turning circles an hour out from Yellow Patch. I was alone on the Looma, the cool August air settling on the back of my neck as I leaned against the wheel. A day of rain had merged the horizon with...
1919
1I WATCHED FROM our front window as a cart led by two sweating horses carried five hessian sacks, a whole family perhaps, for they were of differing lengths and shapes. The horses were chestnut and their tails flicked madly at the flies. Then came...
When blossoms fall
Today in flower, tomorrow scattered by the wind – Such is our blossom life. How can we think its fragrance lasts forever? Vice Admiral Takijiro Onishi, Imperial Japanese Navy The day you bring your family to the new home in the new country, your daughter Yuri...
Refuge
Voices from a region of extraction
Miner Old Tin Lizzie was the first car in Kookynie ---– the fella owed me money and wanted me to take it in payment, the kids pestering and me understanding that most of all they wanted to be the first kids in town, for a little while at least. I told them we couldn’t afford to...