Alice Nannup, When the Pelican Laughed (review)
My mother’s name was Ngulyi, that’s her Aborigine name… She was born on Pilbara Station, which is between Roebourne and Marble Bar and she belonged to the Yindjibarndi tribe.
Caroline Leakey, The Broad Arrow (review)
I did not expect that prisoners would so mix with us as they do in every-day life, making us afraid to look or speak lest we should hurt their feelings or get them punished
Miles Franklin, Nemari ništa (review)
I went to bed the first night filled with enthusiasm to speak Serb and learn more of such winning gentlemen.
Louise Mack, The world is round
by Whispering Gums A review of Louise Mack’s debut novel, The world is round Over the last two months we have posted four posts on Louise Mack (1870-1935) – a short biography, followed by an example of her journalistic writing in January, and then a...
Catherine Helen Spence, Clara Morison (review)
Her uncle determines that … Clara will be sent out to South Australia with a letter of recommendation and £10 in her purse.
Catherine Helen Spence, An Autobiography (review)
by Emma, I was 30 years old before the dark veil of religious despondency was completely lifted from my soul, and by that time I felt myself booked for a single life. People married young if they married at all in those days
