Barbara Baynton, Human Toll
we must own that it will not please one man in twenty. But for that we must blame not the author’s genius, but our public’s aesthetic limitations.
Penne Hackforth-Jones’ Barbara Baynton (review)
Baynton began to write, drawing on the loneliness and fear she felt while isolated in the Bush, found an ally in AG Stephens, editor of the Bulletin, and a lifelong friend in her Woollahra neighbour, suffragist Rose Scott.
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.
