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  • The Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 15: Issue 3:  26th January 2025: Some essential Australia Day reads as recommended by historians.

    The following article came from ‘The Conversation: Books and Ideas’ [a weekly online newsletter], dated the 24th January 2025, and provided the suggestions of various writers as to the most appropriate and essential reading recommended for Australia Day. I thought I’d like to share those ideas on this day.

    The Conversation asked some of our leading historians to choose an essential Australia Day read. Here are the works they consider crucial to understanding our culture and history.

    The Australian Legend – Russel Ward

    Russel Ward’s The Australian Legend (1958) has had some bad press over the years. Based on a PhD thesis about bush ballads, the book was a brief study of a figure Ward called “the typical Australian”. While Ward believed convicts, Irish, bush-rangers and gold miners had contributed something to the national image, he thought the pastoral worker, especially the shearer, was the quintessential national type. A white bushman as “the typical Australian” and mateship as his creed. Oh, dear!

    Needless to say, such arguments formed a handy target for critics as the 1960s and 1970s unfolded. Surely Australia was one of the most urbanised countries in the world, so what about city people? What about women? And what of Indigenous Australians? Were they simply to be written out of the national story by Ward, as they had been so often by previous historians? And wasn’t his bushman also hostile to Asians?

    Ward explained that he was exploring a national image, a stereotype, but one that had influenced how people actually behaved and how they thought of themselves. For that reason, the book remains essential reading for anyone wishing to understand this country. The image Ward examined remains alive within Australia, and perhaps especially beyond it as a resilient global image.

    [by] Frank Bongiorno, Professor of History, Australian National University; Distinguished Fellow, Whitlam Institute, Western Sydney University

    Näku Dhäruk: The Bark Petitions – Clare Wright

    For a book that challenges and deepens your understanding of Australia I would turn to Clare Wright’s new, compelling history of the Yirrkala Bark Petitions, Ṉäku Dhäruk. This is pacy, epic storytelling about beautiful bilingual documents formally presented by the Yolngu people of north-eastern Arnhem Land to the Commonwealth Parliament in 1963. The dramatic narrative unfolds month by month throughout one year; the book is cinematic in its evocation of land, weather, seasons, politics and people.

    How did the Australian government receive this respectful and deeply spiritual petition from a people who have always remained on their land and never ceded it to the invaders? I think readers know the answer, but as we reflect on our nation’s history, let’s consider paths not taken as well as opportunities that still beckon. Australia is a continental constellation of sovereign peoples whose histories deepen and enrich any understanding of the modern nation. This book takes you on a roller-coaster ride into another world, an Australia most of us hardly know.

    [by] Tom Griffiths, Emeritus Professor of History, Australian National University

    Truth: the third pillar, alongside Voice and Treaty, of the Uluru Statement from the Heart. We historians have been truth telling about colonisation for decades, and there’s no shortage of books that illuminate why 26 January is better known as Invasion Day.

    For this year’s dose of truth, I’d recommend a new release: Clare Wright’s Näku Dhäruk: The Bark Petitions, the third book in her Democracy Trilogy. In this rollicking read, Wright tells how the people of Yirrkala asserted their sovereignty against mining interests and birthed the modern land-rights movement. It’s a tale of resistance and survival in the face of dispossession, but also an extraordinary glimpse into the sophistication of Yolŋu culture and governance. We settlers should be so lucky to live alongside such wisdom.

    Yet the true history of this continent is not only contained in history books. Truth telling is sometimes more potent in the creative arts, and I have found First Nations poetry especially affecting. Two personal favourites are Natalie Harkin’s Archival-Poetics and Ambelin Kwaymullina’s Living on Stolen Land. Both remind us that the past isn’t past and – as Kwaymullina puts it – “there is no space of innocence”. Having reckoned with that fact, what will we each do next?

    [by] Yves Rees, Senior Lecturer in History, La Trobe University

    Mixed Relations: Asian-Aboriginal contact in north Australia – Regina Ganter

    This beautiful book (with contributions also from Julia Martinez and Gary Lee) turns the map upside-down, to examine the continent’s entanglement with Asia starting centuries before the arrival of the British. Looking north, it begins with Macassan trepang (sea cucumber) fishermen travelling south from Sulawesi each year to trade with First Nations Australians along the coast, from Western Australia to the Gulf of Carpentaria.

    Exploring the rich cosmopolitan exchange between Japanese, Chinese, Filipino, Malay and Afghan people across the country’s north, Mixed Relations is based on more than 100 interviews combined with extensive historical research. It explores topics such as pearling in the north of Western Australia, government “protection” of Aboriginal people from Asians, and the Asian culture of Darwin.

    These are stories that should be central to our national history. And especially precious to me is that Mixed Relations overflows with gorgeous images, bringing this past to life.

    [by] Jane Lydon, Wesfarmers Chair of Australian History, The University of Western Australia

    Words to Sing the World Alive: Celebrating First Nations Languages, edited by Jasmin McGaughey and The Poet’s Voice

    When Captain Arthur Phillip raised the flag of Great Britain at Warrane (Sydney Cove) on 26 January 1788, the invading nation dispossessed the original owners of more than their property. We often hear that the vast majority of the 250 Indigenous languages spoken prior to 1788 were “lost”.

    As those First Nations’ elders, writers and artists now engaged in the arduous, vital process of language revitalisation are at pains to point out, language wasn’t clumsily lost, like a set of car keys down the back of the couch. Language, like land, was stolen.

    Words to Sing the World Alive, is more than simply “a celebration of First Nations Languages”, as this beautiful, moving, important book humbly claims in its subtitle. It is a timely and necessary intervention into Australia’s exceptionally and stubbornly monolingual national culture.

    It shows us that if history is the lock, language is the key.

    [by] Clare Wright, Professor of History and Professor of Public Engagement, La Trobe University

    Winners and Losers – Stuart Macintyre

    In Winners and Losers: The Pursuit of Social Justice in Australian History (1985), Stuart Macintyre offers a thematic single-volume history of Australia since the British government established a penal settlement at Port Jackson. His theme is inequality – what inequalities people noticed and cared about, and what they did to overcome them.

    Macintyre devotes chapters to the struggles of convicts, small settlers, wage-earners, the unemployed, those not supported by wage labour, the school-aged, women and Aboriginal people.

    There has been no single agenda of social justice. Rather, in each of the chapters Macintyre discusses a particular set of reformers, each advancing a particular conception of a more equal Australia. Each movement shaped the state and established common expectations of what governments, if they are serious about a “fair go”, must do.

    The result is a compact, readable, evolutionary account of what Australians have come to expect a state to do for those it governs.

    [by] Tim Rowse, Emeritus Professor, Institute for Culture and Society, Western Sydney University

    Deep Time Dreaming: Uncovering Ancient Australia – Billy Griffiths

    I first read Billy Griffiths’ Deep Time Dreaming: Uncovering Ancient Australia when it came out in 2018, and loved how it charts the recognition of Australia’s ancient history. It’s a story of how settler colonial Australia slowly realised that the continent’s human history didn’t begin with colonisation, but stretched over millennia, reaching into an expanse of time that seems almost unimaginable. “The New World had become Old”, he explains.

    When I returned to study last year, I read Deep Time Dreaming again and it was even better second time around. Griffiths’ book isn’t simply about ancientness, but about the nature of Deep Time itself, patiently explained by First Nations Knowledge Holders, he acknowledges, shared by communities, measured by science and humanities, and held in archives on Country. “Beneath a thin veneer, the evidence of ancient Australia is everywhere, a pulsing presence”, Griffiths writes. This is a book I’ll keep returning to and hope others do, too, on this significant weekend.

    [by] Anna Clark, Professor of Public History, University of Technology Sydney

    Australia – W.K. Hancock

    Although it was published in 1930, W.K. Hancock’s Australia remains essential reading for anyone interested in the dynamics that established Australian politics, economics and culture.

    Hancock dissects the key developments of early 20th century Australia, what he terms elsewhere the “settled polices”: White Australia, industry protection, and Australia’s unique system of industrial arbitration, all of them the product of Deakinite liberalism, established with the support of the Labor Party.

    These policies were inspired by a radical spirit and were meant to create a better Australia. They ultimately failed because they had unintended consequences, and because the “idealism” of Australians did not take account of the realities of the wider world. Protectionism led to industries becoming increasingly unviable without government support. The industrial system threatened productivity because it linked wage increases to rises in the cost of living, rather than increasing output. As for White Australia, Hancock commented that Australians put up barriers because they could not trust themselves to be just to people different to themselves; they believed that homogeneity was a precondition for a just society.

    Hancock’s Australia is still relevant today because it explains how a particular form of “cultural patterning” shaped Australia for a large part of the 20th century. Moreover, it is a wonderfully written book, full of wit, and a model for how to write good history.

    [by] Greg Melleuish, Professor of History and Politics, School of Humanities and Social Inquiry, University of Wollongong

    Ecstasy and Economics: American Essays for John Forbes – Meaghan Morris

    History has always been the glamour discipline of the Australian humanities. In this country, we have history wars, not criticism wars or philosophy wars. Our public intellectuals tend to be historians; works of history are the ones most likely to find readers beyond academia; the scholarly debates that erupt into public awareness are generally historical.

    History’s stature is evident in the ease with which one could fill a bookshelf with landmark volumes of Australian history – books that have changed how large and diverse readerships think about Australia’s past, and so understand its present and imagine its future.

    But by both professional training and personal inclination, I’m a particular fan of books that approach history more indirectly: books that look to artworks of one kind or another as what Theodor Adorno once called “the unconscious historiography of their epoch”. And here pickings are slimmer.

    One stand-out text that delivers on the promise of this approach is Meaghan Morris’s Ecstasy and Economics: American Essays for John Forbes, an extended reading of two poems by Forbes. When it was first published in 1992, it provided a singularly acute historical analysis of the Keating revolution and its implications for Australia’s place in the world. Three decades on, it offers an unparalleled insight into the libidinal machinations of neoliberalism – an era which, globally, appears now to have ended. Five stars.

    [by] Thomas H. Ford, Senior Lecturer in English, La Trobe University

    People Power: How Australian referendums are lost and won – George Williams and David Hume

    Australia has changed dramatically since 1901, but the constitution still reflects the 19th century language and ideas of its authors. In People Power, George Williams and David Hume have managed to turn referendum history into a page turner. Republished following the defeat of the Voice to Parliament in last year’s referendum, it is a fascinating account of why our current system makes it so easy for popular ideas to be defeated.

    The Voice in 2023, a republic in 1999, 4-year terms in 1988, these are all ideas most Australians supported, but a lack of bipartisanship followed by similar negative campaigns, unchecked disinformation, and the age old appeal to ignorance – if you don’t know vote no – saw each of them fail.

    This book reminds us that hope is not lost. Free of legal jargon, it offers practical measures that can return referendums to public ownership and make it more likely that good ideas will prevail over bad politics. Australia Day is an ideal time to consider what we want out democracy to look like.

    [by] Benjamin T. Jones, Senior Lecturer in History, CQUniversity Australia

    Finally, when asked to nominate a book I consider essential to understanding Australian history, a few come to mind. Clarrie Cameron’s Elephants in the Bush and Other Yamatji YarnsBusted Out Laughing: Dot Collard’s Story, and Robert Merritt’s The Cake Man show the gentle strength and beauty of Aboriginal thought and language in the face of recent brutality. David Burramurra’s Oceanal Man: An Aboriginal View of Himself – an article rather than a book – shows the depth of history of the continent.

    The list of people continuing the storytelling tradition is long. You can’t go wrong reading the stories of Bill Neidjie or Charlie McAdam.

    I would nominate Why Warriors Lie Down and Die: Djambatj Mala by Richard Trudgen as essential to understanding how we got to where we are. The book clearly explains why resurgence is still possible. It is an outstanding representation of Aboriginal voices, and an example of the compelling storytelling that is still emerging from the ancient oral traditions of this place.

    [by] Lawrence Bamblett, Senior Lecturer, Australian Centre for Indigenous History, Australian National University

  • The Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 15: Issue 2:  25th January 2025: the Australian of the Year Awards.

    The Australian of the Year Awards were announced in a traditional 25th January ceremony [on the eve of Australia Day] in our national Capital, Canberra this evening. As usual, there were four categories of Awards, and the respective nominations for each of those were:

    Australian of the Year:

    • Northern Territory: Grant Ngulmiya Nundhirribala:  internationally recognised musician and cultural leader, 
    • South Australia: Professor Leigh Bromfield: Director and Chair of the Australian Centre for Child Protection;
    • ACT: Megan Gilmour: after her son survived a traumatic illness, the ACT’s nominee vowed to support the 1.2 million children at risk of missing school due to chronic conditions., and co-founded MIssingSchool;
    • Tasmania: Sam Elson: led the way in commercialising a new way to reduce methane emissions, a key climate change contributor;
    • Western Australia:  Dianne and Ian Haggerty: Natural Intelligence Farming founders Dianne and Ian Haggerty have pioneered modern farming practises;
    • NSW: Kath Koschel: A former professional cricketer and ironman competitor, Kath Koschel has faced unimaginable hurdles. Ms Koschel was told in her 20s that she would never walk again and in 2015 founded the Kindness Factory, which teaches the “power of kindness” to kids.
    • Queensland:  Geoffrey Smith: is addressing a skills shortage in the technology industry by tapping into the potential of neurodivergent people, and is co-founder  Australian Spatial Analytics, where 80% of employees are neurodivergent;
    • Victoria:  Neale Daniher: is a co-founder of FightMND, a charity that has raised $115m into research to find a cure for motor neurone disease.

    Senior Australian of the Year

    • ACT: Peter and Marilyn Ralston: have made it possible for people with vision impairment or other disabilities in the ACT to walk or run at mainstream events and enjoy the benefits of an active lifestyle.
    • NSW: Dr Karl Kruszelnicki, Australia’s lovably eccentric science enthusiast and educator;
    • Northern Territory:  Michael Foley: dedicated most of his life to giving back to his community: for more than 40 years community volunteer and founder of Seniors Of Excellence NT Michael Foley OAM has been contributing to the recognition of senior citizens in our communities and their mental wellbeing.
    • Queensland: Dr Bronwyn Herbert: Social worker and scholar, she completed a Bachelor of Social Work at the age of 40, her master’s at age 61, and was awarded her PhD last year at the age of 90.
    • South Australia: Charles Jackson: Indigenous advocate and knowledge holder Charles Jackson OAM’s passion has been working with Indigenous Australians for more than 50 years.
    • Tasmania: Associate Professor Penelope Blomfield, women’s cancer specialist: as a Gynaecological oncologist her life’s work has been dedicated to improving the quality and longevity of life for her patients and others affected by gynaecological cancers;
    • Victoria: Dr. Peter Brukner: Sports medicine leader and health campaigner Dr Peter Brukner OAM profoundly inspired a generation of sports medicine practitioners as the co-author of the widely used textbook, Clinical Sports Medicine.
    • Western Australia: Brother Thomas Oliver Pickett: Brother Thomas Oliver (Olly) Pickett AM co-founded Wheelchairs For Kids in 1996 to provide adjustable wheelchairs and occupational therapy expertise for children in developing countries, free of charge. Since then, more than 60,000 custom-built wheelchairs have been given to children in over 80 countries.

    Young Australian of the Year

    • Northern Territory:  Nilesh (Nil) Dilushan: community service leader, she inspires and unites young people from diverse backgrounds to serve their community: as co-founder of two not-for-profit organisations, the 29-year-old fosters youth-driven initiatives for social change;
    • ACT: Daniel Bartholomaeus:  is a 21-year-old artist with an innate ability to inspire and motivate others, especially within the neurodivergent community;
    • NSW: Maddison O’Grsdey-Lee:  mental health advocate and researcher, she aims to improve the measurement of mental ill-health for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander young people through her PhD;
    • Queensland: Dr Katrina Wruck: her scientific research is giving back to remote communities: based on her research, Katrina has set up a profit for-purpose business, Nguki Kula Green Labs, which is poised to transform the consumer goods sector by harnessing the power of green chemistry, while inspiring others to step into STEM;
    • South Australia: Amber Brock-Fabel: is ensuring youth voices are heard:  Amber founded the South Australian Youth Forum in 2021 at just 17 years old: it empowers those aged 14 to 18 to discuss critical issues such as climate change, period poverty, gender equality and youth loneliness: the insights gathered – including surveys and models of engagement – are then presented to lawmakers and relevant organisations.
    • Tasmania: Ariane Titmus: swimming legend: with her quiet strength and determination, the 24-year-old has become a role model for young swimmers but she has also enjoyed inspiring young people beyond her sport;
    • Victoria: Aishwarya Kansakar, who taught herself computing amid the Nepalese civil war: she is a globally renowned AI and automation entrepreneur, not-for-profit executive, STEM education innovator and an automation engineer who speaks six languages.
    • Western Australia:  Jack Anderson:  at the age of 24, the extent of Elucidate Educationco-founder Jack Anderson’s achievements in the education space and beyond are impressive; he is a keynote speaker, documentary maker, author and a Harvard University Teaching Fellow and scholarship recipient, through which he is pursuing a Master of Education:   Jack founded ThrivEd when he was only 18. The student-run charity produced educational materials and donated them to disadvantaged schools; ThrivEd later merged with another charity to become Elucidate Education, encompassing some 70 volunteers and expanding its reach to tens of thousands of students in Australia and globally

    Local Hero of 2025

    • ACT: Vanessa Brettell & Hannah Costello: are harnessing the power of hospitality  to lift and empower those most vulnerable in their community, through their business Café Stepping Stone;
    • NSW: Martha Jabour: helped establish the Homicide Victims Support Group in 1993 to care for families and friends of homicide victims in NSW; but especially native wildlife
    • Northern Territory: Mignon McHendrie: for over 30 years, she has brought compassion and education to her community, rescuing and caring  for the NT’s unique wildlife;
    • Queensland:  Claire Smith; Wildlife Rescue Sunshine Coast founder, is a fierce protector of all living things;
    • South Australia: Sobia & Irfan Hashmi: for more than 20 years, this pair of pharmacists and migrant community leaders have transformed healthcare in remote and rural communities in SA;
    • Tasmania: Keren Franks: has first hand experience of the power of inclusion for people living with disability and those around them;
    • Victoria: Jasmine Hirst: over the past 15 years, she has given hundreds of girls and women the opportunity to play soccer, and giving females  access to scarce local facilities, grounds and equipment; 
    • Western Australia: Dr. Jacinta Vu: uses her considerable specialist skill in dentistry and oral health to generously give back to others, and played a large role in the operations of Healing Smiles, an organisation to assist women escaping domestic violence with their oral and dental health.

    During the Ceremony in Canberra tonight at the National Arboretum, Prime Minister Anthony Albanese  announced the 2025 Australian of the Year, Senior Australian of the Year, Young Australian of the Year and Local Hero,  and the following four Winners were presented with their Award by Mr Albanese.

    All of the nominees in each category listed above were fully deserving of being similarly recognised as the winners listed below.

    Australian of the Year for 2025

    Neale Daniher [Victoria]: is a co-founder of FightMND, a charity that has raised $115m into research to find a cure for motor neurone disease. Since his diagnosis in 2013, Neale and his family  have been battling the effects of the disease, but he remains a tireless campaigner for a cure and is always raising awareness of MND. With amazing courage and relentless, he’s dedicated his life to helping prevent the suffering of those who’ll be diagnosed in the future.

    The average time between diagnosis and death in MND is three years, with only 10 per cent of those diagnosed surviving beyond eight years, according to the Royal Australian College of General Practitioners.
    “When Neale was diagnosed, he was told to just tick off his bucket list. But the type of person that he is, he decided that he wanted to do something with the time he had left,” his wife Jan said after her husband was awarded the 2025 Victorian Australian of the Year.

    Senior Australian for 2025

    Brother Thomas Oliver Pickett: Brother Thomas Oliver (Olly) Pickett AM co-founded Wheelchairs For Kids in 1996 to provide adjustable wheelchairs and occupational therapy expertise for children in developing countries, free of charge. Since then, more than 60,000 custom-built wheelchairs have been given to children in over 80 countries.

    With over 250 retiree workshop volunteers, Wheelchairs For Kids is one of Western Australia’s largest (and with an average age of 74, one of Australia’s oldest) volunteer-led charities. A further 550 people from aged care and community groups sew covers for wheelchair soft supports, and crochet rugs and soft toys. 

    Thomas also spearheaded the development of an innovative, low-cost wheelchair design to World Health Organization standards that grows as the children do – a world first.  Wheelchairs For Kids is just one way that Thomas has improved the lives of others. For 26 continuous years, his life-changing community service has ignited a ripple effect of kindness and generosity.   

    Young Australian for 2025

    Dr Katrina Wruck [Qld]: her scientific research is giving back to remote communities: based on her research, Katrina has set up a profit for-purpose business, Nguki Kula Green Labs, which is poised to transform the consumer goods sector by harnessing the power of green chemistry, while inspiring others to step into STEM;

    Her career in chemistry has focused on giving back to remote communities by transforming mining by-products into usable non-toxic materials like laundry detergent. Wruck is a proud Mabuigilaig and Goemulgal woman, who has advocated for First Nations knowledge and participated in community engagement programs. 

    Local Hero for 2025

    Vanessa Brettell & Hannah Costello [from the ACT[: are harnessing the power of hospitality  to lift and empower those most vulnerable in their community, through their business Café Stepping Stone; this business operates as a social enterprise, employing women mostly from migrant and refugee backgrounds and others who have experienced significant barriers to employment. The sustainable vegetarian café has two locations which offer culturally and linguistically diverse women employment pathways, on-the-job training and qualifications through partnerships with registered training organisations.

  • The Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 15: Issue 1:  a look at Quarterly Essay No. 96

    Quarterly Essay No. 96 titled ‘Minority Report: The New Shape of Australian Politics’ by George Megalogenis.

    In general summary, this essay, published late in 2024, asks the question –   What does the new political landscape look like in Australia?

    As the publisher tells us, Australian politics is shifting. The two-party system was broken at the last federal election, and a minority government is a real possibility in the future. Politics-as-usual is not enough for many Australians.  In this richly insightful essay, George Megalogenis traces the how and why of a political re-alignment. He sheds new light on the topics of housing, the changing suburbs, the fate of the Voice to Parliament, and trust in politicians. This is an essay about the Greens, the teals and the Coalition. In a contest between new and old, progressive and conservative, which vision of Australia will win out? But it’s also about Labor in power – is careful centrism the right strategy for the times, or is something more required?
    In Minority Report, Megalogenis explores the strategies and secret understandings of a political culture under pressure.   He writes  “The sword of minority government hangs over the major parties. Neither side commands an electoral base broad enough in the twenty-first century to guarantee that power, once secured, can be sustained for more than a single three-year term. Now the question turns to whether a return to minority government will further damage our democracy, or, perhaps, revitalise it.” [George Megalogenis, Minority Report].    

    A worthwhile review of the Essay appeared on the   website ‘Cannonball Read’ which I’ve taken the liberty of copying in full.

     “In this Quarterly Essay, journalist Megalogenis unpacks the world of Australian politics as we plunge forward to our next federal election in 2025. It’s clear, as one looks at elections around the world, that the rules of the past in elections are gone. Polls no longer reliably predict winners. Incumbents no longer reliably get second terms. People don’t vote in blocks like they used to, and single-issue parties and politics are taking hold. It’s a fascinating (if terrifying) time to be alive.  Megalogenis tries to unpack this trend. To explain how and why the political world has changed. The premise is largely that there is a desperate need for the electorate to get comfortable with the concept of minority government. For those who don’t have a Westminster system like Australia, a minority government is what is formed when no single party wins a clear majority. Instead, a minority government forms: a tenuous arrangement between the majority and minor parties/independents – enough to get the numbers to hack together a majority. It’s relies on personality politics and messy deals, and invariably leads to slow government progress.  But it also forces the major parties to engage with the electorate in a way they usually are not forced to, which is not always a bad thing.

    Though there are many factors unpicked in this essay to explain how things got here, the most glaring seems to be data on immigration. Australia is an extremely multicultural nation, but you wouldn’t know that when you look at our male, pale, and stale elected officials. Parties are failing to win majorities, or retain governments, because they are failing to inspire and win over immigrant voters. Compulsory voting exists in Australia after all – literally everyone gets a say (whether you like it or not). There’s no electoral college. It makes for a difficult task, which the major parties so far have failed navigate with skill.

    Though the essay focusses on Australian politics, I’d say this topic has broader application. I’d recommend it to anyone who is struggling to understand how politics has changed, and will continue to change, over the next decade”. 


    This essay also contained correspondence relating to Quarterly Essay 95, High Noon [written by Don Watson] from Thomas Keneally, Emma Shortis, David Smith, Bruce Wolpe, Paul Kane, and, in response,  Don Watson.  At the time of reading that essay, I noted that it was  ‘Certainly  a wide-ranging piece of writing, and for a while I wondered when Watson was going to get to the point of the Essay, which did provide an interesting historical perspective leading up to both candidates, Trump and Harris  [and written in advance of the actual 2024 US election].  Certainly, the subsequent correspondence seemed to be in general agreement with the main thrust of Watson’s essay, with the most perceptions of it coming from author Thomas Keneally.

    In his own inevitable style, Keneally began his critique with the paragraph “What I like about Watson’s mind is his capacity to connect the mytho-poetic to the political, and he can do it without hearing from him, generally, any grunt of effort.  The Trump he gives us, essentially, is a special kind of Ogre, and is a fascinating figure in that the more politically literate people insult him with words like autocratic, authoritarian, demagogue, misogynist, the bigger he grows. Elegant abuse is his meat, his drink. This is why one can call Watson’s essay charming, even if it is about the end of America and all of our traditional ties to America. And then, just as the poor old king doses off in the midst of discussing the Ogre with the Townspeople, two apparently ordinary folk wander in, Harris and Walz, who somehow, by nit having a lifetime of experience in politics, can find the words to diminish the Ogre. They were ordinary words, but they bring a previously unseen pallor to the Ogre’s cheeks. ‘Weird’ was one of those words. The people watched in wonder and hoped the code words would keep their power to make the Ogre smaller”.  As we have seen subsequently, that did not occur. 

  • Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 14: Issue 12: 29th December, 2024: Another selection of books read over the October/December 2024 period.

    For those interested, a small selection of books read over the last three months of 2024, with my comments together with commentary and reviews of others in each instance. Books covered, which include a fairly strong historical flavour,  are:

    • Woollahra: A History in Pictures by Eric Russell [1980];
    • Dreams of Other Days by Elaine Crowley [1984] [an historical novel set during the period of the Irish famine];
    • Boudica: The British Revolt against Rome AD60 by Graham Webster [1978];
    • River Song by Di Morrissey [2024];
    • Australian Foreign Affairs, Issues 22, October 2024: The Bad Guys: How To Deal With Our Illiberal Friends;
    • Storm Tide by Wilbur Smith [with Tom Harper] [2022];
    • Fearless by Jelena Dokic [2024];
    • Flinders by Grantlee Kieza [2023];
    • Flinders: The Man Who Mapped Australia by Rob Mundle [2012];
    • Lawson: by Grantlee Kieza [2021].

    14th October

    ‘Woollahra – a history in pictures’  by Eric Russell, published in 1980, of 158 pages.  This book was given to my mother, Betty Kirk by her unmarried sister, Jean Knuckey, in the mid to late 1980s prior to Betty’s passing in May, 1990.

    Woollahra is one of Sydney [NSW] oldest municipalities and includes the harbourside suburbs of Watsons Bay, Vaucluse, Point Piper, Darling Point, Double Bay, Bondi Junction, Edgecliff, and of course, Woollahra.

    In particular, Vaucluse was the home of my Knuckey grandparents and their six children, and in more recent decades, my brother Robert & wife Evelyn, in Woollahra. For future ownership, I have dedicated and betrothed this book to Robert and his daughter, Yvonne, should they [in all likelihood] outlive the writer.

    In this publication, Eric Russell, has put together a selection of colour and black & white historical photographs, maps, drawings, wood engravings and paintings to illustrate Woollahra as it was in times past, and up to the time of the book publication, 1980.

    As described in the cover sheet – “Here are the rural landscapes of days long gone; streets and shops of yesterday; the revolution in public transport that began with cable cars and culminated in the Eastern Suburbs Railway; mansions of the great and famous, and humble cottages of the poor; and an interesting portrait gallery of residents. Memorable events, the sinking of the Dunbar, the Greycliffe ferry disaster, the wartime shelling of Bellevue Hill are recalled”. That wartime shelling – some went over the top of my mother’s family home where they lived at the top of Old North Head Road, opposite the infamous Gap on the South Head of Sydney Harbour.

    I noted one US book seller described the book thus –   Many b/w & Some Colour Illust Very Good Hard Cover This compilation of photographs, maps, drawings, wood engravings and paintings shows Sydney’s Eastern Suburbs c 1841-1980. It looks at the rural landscapes, great estates, streets, public transport and historically significant residents. 

    I have ventured around most of the areas covered in this book, although of course in more recent, decades, from the 1960s onwards, while there is much in the contents from which my Mother would have gained  many fond memories.

    17th October

    An historical real life drama from Ireland –  ‘Dreams of Other Days’ by Elaine Crowley, published in 1984, 403 pages –  a very disturbing and tragic story in the main about the period in Ireland leading up to and during the potato famine   –  described as a very warm and moving novel depicting in all its rich beauty the magic of Ireland through the interwoven fortunes of two families, one aristocratic, one poor, together with all the tragic grief and devastation of the nearby village and its people under the shadow of the failed potato crops and subsequent famine.    In addition, the difficulties and cruelty existing under the rule of English overlords, and the disparity, and display of almost hatred between the Catholic and Protestant communities are all revealed.

    I don’t recall how this book originally came into my possession, I’ve had it for many years, and a couple of weeks ago, with my general interest in the history of countries around the world, I decided to read it. From that one aspect of Irish history, it was not a particularly pleasant novel to read, but at the same time,  a necessary eye-opener to the events of that time of which I had previously had only  a broad general knowledge of. This novel brought the tragedy of that time into real focus.

    The basic synopsis  –  When Katy O’Donnell marries handsome, swaggering, hard-drinking Jamie O’Hara she is as fresh and filled with dreams as her mistress, Catherine Kilgoran, marrying in silk and lace up at the big house. But dreams and reality are sometimes a world apart… Dreams of Other Days is the story of two families of whose fortunes are inextricably linked, and of a small, close-knit Irish community bound together by tradition and by tragedy. It is also a tender and truthful portrayal of a marriage and of a woman whose indomitable spirit remains unbowed. By the bestselling author of ‘The Ways of Women’, this is a powerful and richly imagined novel which sweeps the reader back to the time of the great Irish famine, a time of courage, passion and upheaval.

    25th October

    Today, I finished reading ‘Boudica:  The British Revolt against Rome in AD 60’ by Graham Webster, [published in 1978, 152 pages].  As the title indicates, under Dr Webster’s ‘skilled examination of the written and archaeological evidence, the details of the Revolt, and the critical events leading up to it, are painstakingly pierced together’.

    I purchased this edition, as far as I can recall, from ‘Book Club Associates; [no longer existing], probably early in the 1980’s, and somehow had not got around to reading it. My initial disappointment – I’d believed the book aimed to concentrate on the actual life of Boudica, but she in fact is only referred almost as a side note in the story of the Revolt, the actual description of which is dealt with over just a few pages. The main emphasise of Webster’s writing concentrates on the initial Roman advance into Britain under Caesar in 54BC through to the period of the Revolt, with a detailed examination of the archaeological evidence of the Roman presence in Britain between mainly 54BC and 60AD together with the availability of what written records made during that period by the contemporary writer, Tacitus [author of the ‘Annals’ of that period, and a Roman historian and politician, born around 56AD]. Still, while extremely interesting, however, as indicated, not quite what I was expecting.

    In basic precis – Queen Boudica, leader of the Iceni, revolted against the Romans in AD60 only to have her efforts avenged by a humiliated Roman army. This lively and fascinating book examines in detail the evidence and theories which surround these events.  From the book’s promotional material, it describes “Following Caesar’s expeditions in 54 BC, Britain was invaded and effectively subdued under the Emperor Claudius in AD 40. But the peace was an uneasy one and in AD 60 the Iceni, encouraged by the Druids in Anglesey, erupted in revolt. In rapid succession they sacked Camulodunum [Colchester], Londinium and Verulamium [St. Albans]. A massive pitched battle followed, somewhere in the Midlands [perhaps at Manchester], on Watling Street, in which the Roman military machine avenged this humiliating and disastrous setback to its colonization of Britain.’

    The author, Graham Webster is one of Britain’s most eminent archaeologists, with a long and distinguished career which earned him an OBE. He has directed major excavations at Romano-British sites and has specialised in Roman Britain and the Roman imperial army. My other reservation – with this book published in 1978, it is obvious that much more advanced research and findings regarding evidence of the Roman occupation have been achieved since then.

    As indicated also by the following brief quote from page 116, research at that time, and no doubt since was always going to be limited by modern developments, buildings, roadworks, etc.  Writing about one particular finding, Webster notes that ‘The whole of this area up to the edge of the Castle ditch should have been acquired and added to the Castle Park for the better public appreciation of this centre of the Imperial cult in Britain – but, as usual, commercial profit took precedence over the public good’

    In similar vein, we read on page 120:

    “Digging in London has always been more difficult than any other British city because there has been a greater intensity of occupation and rebuilding. Whereas one normally reaches Roman levels eight to ten feet below present ground level, in London one has usually to go down to twenty feet. One hopefully excavates in this city, at great cost to this depth, only to find, almost invariably, that a very small fraction of the area has any surviving Roman levels’.

    And finally, as the author admits at the very end – ‘There are elements of all these things in the story of the events of AD 60, although much of it is misted over by lack of precise information’.

    I was unable to find much in the way of a professional review of this book, so the above will have to suffice.

    30th October 2024

    River Song by Di Morrisey, published in 2024, 390 pages.   This was Di’s 30th Novel, of which I currently possess and have read 27 of them, still chasing up the missing three. The basic headline promotion – Four women win the lottery and suddenly everything changes.

    In summary – The arrival of a hotshot New York composer brings a rare touch of glamour and excitement to the peaceful country town of Fig Tree River. For Leonie, Madison, Sarita and Chrissie, four women involved in the local musical theatre, it’s a welcome distraction from the pressures of daily life.  Then a lottery ticket, bought together on impulse, changes everything.  The winnings, shared between the four friends, are all they ever hoped for … and all they ever feared, bringing dreams, dilemmas and disaster.  When their new lives start to fall apart, will the women have the strength to find the song inside their hearts once more?

    After a slow start, the story begins to liven up a little as we begin to connect all of the main characters into a sequence of relationships   – although it is only once we see the benefits and/or consequences of the lottery win, that it is obvious that all has not been as it seemed initially. A fast moving, and in some respect, a not un-anticipated outcome by the end of the book. 

    I guess that after 30 novels, it must at times be difficult to come up with a new storyline, however, Di Morrissey AM has proved to be one of the most successful and prolific authors Australia has ever produced, publishing twenty-nine [now thirty] bestselling novels. She trained as a journalist, working in newspapers, magazines, television, film, theatre and advertising around the world. Her fascination with different countries, their cultural, political and environmental issues, has been the catalyst for her novels, which are all inspired by a particular landscape. In 2017, in recognition of her achievements, Di was inducted into the Australian Book Industry Awards Hall of Fame with the prestigious Lloyd O’Neil Award. In 2019, she was made a Member of the Order of Australia.

    In November, 2012, I attended a book launch by Di Morrisey at what I think was her 20th novel, ‘The Golden Land’, at the Art Gallery of Ballarat. I think at the time, I already had a copy of that particular book which she kindly signed on that occasion.

    31st October 2024

    On this date, I finished reading ‘The Australian Foreign Affairs, Issue 22 of October 2024:  The Bad Guys: how to deal with our Illiberal friends.

    Certainly, plenty to think about regarding our Asian neighbours, and Australia’s future inter-actions with them

    This 22nd issue of Australian Foreign Affairs examined the consequences for Australia as some of its most important friends and partners – including India, Indonesia and the United States – shift towards authoritarianism and illiberalism. As Donald Trump seeks to return to the White House, “The Bad Guys” looks at how Australia should deal with ostensibly like-minded countries that are sliding away from democracy and how to respond to the leaders overseeing this dangerous and unpredictable turn. Subsequent to reading thus issue of course, Donald Trump has been re-elected to be the President of the USA.

    The major essays in Issue 22 include:

    • Michael Wesley examines the rise and tactics of the strongman leader, a broad look at the rise of such personalities over recent years, described as a Fateful mix: great powers, strongman leaders and manifest destinies;
    • Malcolm Turnbull [former Australian PM] examines the potential second coming [now arrived] of Donald Trump, and how Australia and others should deal with him; he concludes with the suggestion ‘The leaders of America’s friends and allies, including Australia, will be among the few who can speak truthfully to Trump. He can shout at them, embarrass then, even threaten them. But he cannot fire them.  Their character, courage and candour may be the most important aid they can render to the United States, ‘under the second age of Trump”.  
    • Jacqui Baker looks at the ‘new’ power in Indonesia, as Prabowo Subianto took over the presidency on the 20 October past, described in the essay as part of a family ‘born to rule’; the author explores the character and career of the new president, and to some degree, I found this a rather disturbing biographical scenario; the essential point Baker makes in conclusion, is that in order to confront Indonesia’s political future, Australia must return to the ‘shared history’ of goodwill and relations between the two nations, which she describes as existing ‘beneath a sometimes fickle political and economic relationship’.
    • Priya Chacko looks at the Indian PM, Modi in an essay titled ‘The Illusionist : Exposing the Modi Cult’, this to myself was an even more scarier exposition of the Indian leader, through what I felt was a harsh [though perhaps justifiable] look at Modi and his policies in what some would describe as an ‘autocratic India’ in what has long being a flawed democracy in the view of the writer. Modi, who has been described as having a penchant for speaking of himself in the third person [as in his first speech as a third-term prime minister], where in a two-hour speech, he beat his chest to declare that ‘Modi is still strong’, despite losing his parliamentary majority – ‘All criticisms of his government were labelled the anti-national conspiracies of an eco-system determined to derail India’s progress’. Chako concludes by noting that ‘Australia should not jeopardise its sovereignty and the international rules-based order by perpetuating the Modi illusion through silence and pandering’.

    Referring back to the Jacqui essay, there were a number of powerful responses to the principal essay in AFA Issue 21 by Sam Roggeveen titled ‘United Front: Australia needs a military alliance with Indonesia’. The subsequent correspondents generally had many reservations about such proposals. A couple of pertinent comments were:

    • When Widodo addressed the Australian parliament in 2020, then Opposition leader Anthony Albanese referred to Indonesia as a blossoming multi-party democracy. Such terminology is increasingly out of place in the bilateral relationship. Indeed, given the historical human rights allegations against Prabowo, it is unlikely that he will be afforded the honour of a parliamentary address in Australia. His track record suggests Indonesian democracy is unlikely to improve under his watch, and could even decline further [Robert Law];
    • But when I think back, my clearest memory is the shift I saw over the decade: a clear sense of Australia becoming less and less relevant to Indonesia……I remember one participant putting it starkly after Australia had been headed by five prime ministers in ten years ‘You think of us as poor and politically unstable, but isn’t it the other way around now?’ [Melissa Conley Tyler];
    • Australia needs Indonesia more than vice versa [John Blaxland];
    • Roggeveen acknowledges that ‘…all make the same observation: Australia needs Indonesia more than the other way around, so what’s in this proposal for Indonesia?  They have found a weak spot in my argument [for a military alliance], because the attractiveness of this deal for Jakarta will diminish as Indonesia grows’.

    10th November

    Storm Tide by Wilbur Smith [with Tom Harper], published in 2022, with 457 pages. Another page-turning thrilling adventure from the master story-teller, although as I’ve noted in recent readings of his books, the frequent violence depicted therein ‘disturbs’ me more than it ever used to – and certainly, as always there is no shortage of violence in this edition.

    In this continuation of the Courtney family saga, the Courtney family is torn apart as three generations fight on opposing sides of a terrible war that will change the face of the world forever.

    1774. Rob Courtney has spent his whole life in a quiet trading outpost on the east coast of Africa, dreaming of a life of adventure at sea. When his grandfather Jim dies, Rob takes his chance and stows away on a ship as it sails to England, with only the family heirloom, the Neptune Sword, to his name.
    Arriving in London, Rob is seduced by the charms of the big city and soon finds himself desperate and penniless. That is until the navy comes calling and Rob is sent across the Atlantic on a ship to join the war against the rebellious American colonists.
    But on the other side of the Atlantic, unbeknownst to Rob, his distant cousins Cal and Aidan Courtney are leading a campaign against the British. Their one desire is American independence, and they are determined to drive the British out of America – by whatever means necessary. . .
    A powerful new historical thriller by the master of adventure fiction, Wilbur Smith, of families divided and a country on the brink of revolution.

    14th November

    This afternoon, sitting out in the sun, I finished reading ‘Fearless’ by Jelena Dokic, published in 2023, 263 pages.  This was a follow up to her 2015 book ‘Unbreakable’ in which she revealed the trauma and violence imposed upon her by her father when she was a child and teenager.  In this autographed copy, Jelena reveals life after her father and the ways in which she has, and her readers can, reclaim life when all feels lost.  While I found much in the book to be of a slightly repetitive nature, nevertheless, the similar themes were a necessary outcome and/or consequential remedy of the many areas of concern Jelena reflects on throughout the book – demons she has faced head-on and now deals with them though public speaking and lectures, and her writing – all aimed at helping others to find their voice and the power to thrive. But as she points out right at the beginning – ‘I want this to be a book you pick up when you are going through a hard time – but this is not a self-help book. And please remember: while I was good with a tennis racquet, I am not in any sense a qualified counsellor so I advise you to seek advice from a professional if you are suffering. Some truly great mental health professionals saved my life, several times. I want to make a point I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist or a mental health expert – these are just my personal experiences and lessons’ [page 11].

    Some of the areas covered through the various chapters of Jelena’s life story – The power of speaking up; Body image; Mental health; Diagnosis; The media; Social-media and community, and calling it out; Heartbreak; Commentating the tennis for Channel 9; Belief; Fighting for equality; Shattering stigmas; Happiness, healing and kindness; and Gratitude.

    Throughout the book, Jelena reminds us of the influence of her father’s actions [as revealed in full in ‘Unbreakable’] that would bring about so much of the trauma of her later years, one example – her loss as a 17-year-old in the Wimbledon semi-final in 2000, which she felt, just getting to that stage was a pleasing result.  But not in the eyes of her father, when she finally tracked him down on the phone.  “He was furious I’d lost. His voice boomed down the phone: ‘You are pathetic, you are a hopeless cow, you are not to come home. You are a loser. Do not come back to the hotel.’ Then he hung up. I slept in the grounds of Wimbledon’ [page 76].  Would the public have discovered that?  Unlikely, because during her tennis career Jelena never revealed anything about her father’s physical and emotional violence, and as she reveals in this book, one of the most difficult questions she faced later in life was ‘Why didn’t you tell someone?’   – ‘For years I barely told a soul the truth. I was raised to say nothing, to keep secrets, to trust absolutely no one.  I was controlled to within an inch of my life. I knew too early it was best not to share any hurt I was feeling. The secrets began when my father started hitting me’ [at aged 6 years] ‘From the age six I was beaten, from the age of eleven, I’d had it drilled into me, ‘You’re a cow’, from the age of thirteen it was ‘You’re a whore’. Imagine what that does to your self-esteem and confidence’ [page 170].

    Writing in 2023 about domestic violence and speaking up – “Swollen, bruised and bleeding shins from being beaten and kicked all night with sharp shoes right into my shins for losing a match”.   –  The kind of posts that Jelena inserts throughout the book, posts which have resonated and impacted a lot of people by the manner in which she describes with help and support, in later years, how she had moved on, with the hope of giving inspiration to others, and initiating conversations about difficult issues

    Jelena Dokic concludes her book with the words “Remember, there is strength in being vulnerable. Never let anyone put you down; always continue fighting; never give up on your dreams, and most importantly on yourself.  Hang in there.”

    10 December 2024

    A touch of history  –  ‘Flinders’ by Grantlee Kieza, published in 2023, with 440 pages.

    This book brilliantly portrays the extraordinary life, loves and voyages of the man who put Australia on the map  – Matthew Flinders [1774-1814], and in Kieza’s true style, provides an educational but easily read and enjoyable biography of the man who has had  so many buildings, monuments etc, named after him here in Australia [not the least of which is Melbourne’s Flinders Street Station].

    Flinders is the story of a man with a very complicated life who did whatever was necessary to achieve his goals. His personal life also made very interesting reading. ‘Flinders’ is not only about his sailing achievements, nor is it a dry biography that mainly focuses on historical details, but also documents his personal life, including his very strong love for  his wife, Ann, and his life-long friendships   – such as his sailing and exploring associates, scientists like Sir Joseph Banks, the early Governors of NSW in the early decades of European and convict settlement,  even some of his French’ enemies where he was ‘imprisoned’ for so any years on the island of Mauritius.

    I had to agree completely with one reviewer who wrote that “I love Grantlee Kieza’s writing, and the way he brings his subjects to life. I’ve read many of his books and loved them all. All I knew about Matthew Flinders before reading this book, was that he mapped the coastline of Australia, and his cat sailed with him. I now realise that the story of this amazing explorer and sailor is much more than that”. 

    A summarised description of his life and work reads as follows…………..In 1810, Matthew Flinders made his final voyage home to his beloved wife, Ann, his body ravaged by the deprivations of years of imprisonment by the French. Four years later, at the age of just 40, he would be dead – a premature, tragic end to one of the world’s greatest maritime adventurers who circumnavigated and mapped the famed Great Southern Land, and whose naming of the vast continent would become its modern Australia.
    Flinders took to the sea at age 16, inspired by the story of Robinson Crusoe and the adventures of Captain Cook, swiftly climbing the ranks to fight in a decisive naval battle of the French Revolutionary wars. After sailing to Tahiti with William Bligh, Flinders was drawn to adventure, and by 1801 he was in command of an expedition to uncover the true nature of the great continent of the southern-ocean.
    This sweeping biography tells the story of the fearless, sharp-eyed, handsome Flinders and how he became one of the world’s most intrepid explorers. It’s a story of a great love for the sea, for connection and of friendship – accompanied by his Aboriginal interpreter and guide, Kuringgai man Bungaree, and his beloved rescue cat, Trim, Flinders explored the furthest reaches and rugged coastlines of Australia. It’s also a story of technical brilliance – Flinders’ meticulous charts gave us the first complete maps of our continent, which are so accurate they are still used today.
    But rushing home to England to his adored wife, Ann, Flinders was trapped and incarcerated off the coast of Africa as a prisoner of war, ultimately denied celebration of his great achievement. His love for Ann, and his fight to escape his bonds to be with her again was the last great adventure of a fascinating life.

    No, it’s not a novel, but in reading, almost as difficult to put aside!

    Some selected notes from various sources and authors

    • Flinders enforced extended stay in captivity on Mauritius (1803-1810) because of world politics is dealt with in great detail by Kieza, as have other authors of this explorer.
    • Between 1791 and 1803 Flinders participated in major voyages of exploration, most notably the expedition with George Bass that verified Van Diemen’s Land (now Tasmania ) was definitely an island
    • Flinders also led the first inshore circumnavigation of mainland Australia and is credited as being the first person to utilise the name Australia for our country.
    • He has an island and a university named after him and several statues erected in his honour both here in Australia and the UK.
    • Flinders is revealed as being tenacious, courageous, resourceful and intelligent yet also proud, stubborn and conservative in some ways.
    • We learn he was musical (he played the flute) and an aurilophile (The cat Trim!) He survived shipwrecks and captivity.
    • Much of the material in the book has come via Flinders’ private journal, in addition to sources such as the official Captain’s log, letters, maps etc.’, and with reference to other biographies by authors such as Gillian Dooley, Rob Mundle, and others.
    • As well as a seaman and explorer, Flinders was a writer, researcher, a son, a brother, a father (though his daughter was only two years old when he died], while at the same time, a loving husband to Ann his wife and a friend, even though throughout this book, his life is so often depicted at putting the advancement of his career and research at the forefront. Yet Flinders’ parents, are always within his thoughts – Matthew senior and mother Susannah, his step-mother and assorted siblings, together with his relationship with his wife Ann, from whom he will be separated for more than a decade soon after they were married
    • We learn about his many friendships, for eg, with Sir Joseph Banks , who has been described by some as his patron , and Flinders used his library when back in London ) and also with Madame d’Arifat , the brothers Pitot and Charles Baudin on Mauritius and others whilst he was in captivity.
    • Brief reference is made to the likely fate of his friend George Bass, who on a venture to South America, disappeared,  was never to be seen again, the fate of many a sailing vessel in those times. I believe Kieza has written a separate biography on the life of George Bass which I must seek out.
    • In Dooley’s book, we read of his thoughts about slavery (he had no qualms) and also in particular how he viewed the various interactions between the First Peoples both in Australia and elsewhere (his views were typical of the era) and while how he loved the island of Timor, he was a bit snobbish about the native inhabitants. Also, he had no hesitation in punishing his crew if necessary, and many of these aspects are revealed in Kieza’s excellent biography.

    Comments

    Dianne Carroll:  I think we must be channelling somehow Bill. I have recently finished this fascinating book, borrowed from the excellent BMI library. Friends recently returned from a cruise around Australia and I said it appeared to be far more luxurious than what poor Mr Flinders endured, decided to have a proper read up on him after that, the biography was just a great work. Didn’t realise he died at such an early age.

    Myself:  Dianne, yes, his early death not helped by 6 years as an innocent prisoner of the French before he finally got back home, was still finishing his book of exploration right up until his death. But didn’t live to see it published. I’m an odd bod haha [see following] but am actually reading another biography of him by Rob Mundle, slightly different emphasise but just as fascinating, even to the point of recognising parts around the Aussie coast that he first discovered and named etc, never after himself.

    Dianne:  Bill, I continue to find myself reading these tomes but in my head looking at the dates and figuring where and what my lot were doing at the same time.. 😁

    14th December

    I’ve followed the previously mentioned book with ‘Flinders: The Man Who Mapped Australia’ by Rob Mundle, published in 2012, 386 pages, and would like to briefly comment on it.

    Again, an excellent biography of Matthew Flinders, written a decade earlier than the Grantlee Kieza version.  Obviously covering much of the same ground and material, but with a slightly different overall approach.  On this occasion, a little less written about his personal family life, though that is certainly not neglected. What stood out for myself – Mundle, has for some half a century combined his passions for writing and sailing, he is a competitive yachtsman, the winner of many sailing championships whose family heritage is with the sea, dating back to his great-great grandfather who was the master of square riggers. So, it is no surprise that when writing about someone like Flinders, and the ships of his time, we are treated to some amazing descriptions of the intricacies of the sailing ships and their makeup from those times. At the end of the book, he has included a tightly packed five-page Glossary of mostly maritime terms from the history of the sailing ships of that period.

    To remind readers – ‘Flinders was famous for his meticulous charts and superb navigational skills, Flinders was a bloody good sailor. He battled treacherous conditions in a boat hardly seaworthy, faced the loss of a number of his crewmen and, following a shipwreck on a reef off the Queensland coast, navigated the ship’s cutter over 1000 kilometres back to Sydney to get help’.

    I couldn’t help but notice that so many of the ships on which he sailed developed ‘leaks’ due to faulty timber and/or workmanship –  but in most cases he kept sailing [until a suitable location could be found to attempt repairs] with the need for constant ‘bailing out’ by crew members, to basically keep the ships afloat, and on occasions, changed the course on which they were sailing in order to avoid the worst storm conditions which threatened to break his leaky ship apart at the cost of all on board.

    As Mundle writes near the end of his story – “The reality is that Flinders during his all too brief life, demonstrated a personal genius that went well beyond that of a great explorer. His attention to detail and clarity of observation during every expedition were beyond compare, as was his seamanship and care for his men, but of equal significance was his contribution to the science of navigation…….[and]….That brilliance was obvious in his research into the cause and effect of variations in a ship’s compass, and the relationship between the rise and fall of the barometer and the direction and strength of the wind” [pp.356-57]. 

    On so many occasions, that latter quotation is typical of the detailed technical descriptions of the hazards and problems faced by the sailing ships of Flinders’ time   – an era in which, without the modern means of communications we enjoy today, so many ships were lost without trace, or the awareness of their loss may not have been revealed for a year or more.

    As with Kieza, Rob Mundle brings Matthew Flinders fascinating story to life from the heroism and drama of shipwreck, imprisonment and long voyages in appalling conditions, to the heartbreak of being separated from his beloved wife for most of their married life. 

    For those interested in the European history and discovery of Australia [not forgetting the original Australians who were here for thousands of years previously] these two books are a fascinating way of learning about your favourite spots around the coastlines of mainland Australia, and of Tasmania, and how they were first seen and ‘named’ by Flinders and others of his ilk in those early days of the colonisation at Sydney Cove.

    27th December

    Lawson, by Grantlee Kieza [published in 2021, 506 pages] –  a very detailed and insightful biography of Henry Archibald Hertzberg Lawson [1867-1922]  who was an Australian writer and bush poet. Along with his contemporary, Banjo Paterson, Lawson is among the best-known Australian poets and fiction writers of the colonial period and is often called Australia’s “greatest short story writer”.

    From Wikipedia we read that, as ‘vocal nationalist and republican, Lawson regularly contributed to The Bulletin magazine, and many of his works helped popularise the Australian vernacular in fiction. He wrote prolifically into the 1890s, after which his output declined, in part due to struggles with alcoholism and mental illness. At times destitute, he spent periods in Sydney’s Darlinghurst Gaol and psychiatric institutions. After he died in 1922 following a cerebral haemorrhage, Lawson became the first Australian writer to be granted a state funeral. 

    He was the son of the poet, publisher and feminist Louisa Lawson” [with whom as the biography reveals he had a somewhat fractured relationship].

    I have always been a fan of Lawson’s poetry, and over my final few years, often played the Queensland Tiger’s vocal and musical versions of many of Lawson’s best-known poems. However, reading this biography brought out what was a fascinating and detailed insight into what in many ways was a shockingly precarious life of this talented but deeply ‘injured’ individual!

    A selection of quotations from Kieza’s book demonstrate this.

    • Lawson’s moods could change dramatically from hilarity to sombre self-recrimination…….His writing reflected his bipolarity. His jingoism was offset by his republican socialism; his bohemianism by a puritan hangover from childhood; his sympathy for downtrodden women, particularly bush-women, by occasional virulent anti-feminism forged by the bitterness of his separation; his notions  of a brotherhood of man by rampant xenophobia and racism. He confessed a hatred for the dry, harsh landscape of dirty brown rivers and an ill-disciplined people at the same time as he became a hopelessly ill-disciplined addict. [page 345];
    • ‘The truth about Lawson is that he was the life-long victim of sordid circumstances’, Brady wrote years later. ‘With greater leisure and better payment for his output he would have gone further. Outsiders have said that he liked the life of the hard-up and the drinker, which is a damned lie. He enjoyed it no more than a skylark enjoys a cage’ [page 387];
    • He pestered The Bulletin staff so much that on another occasion Jimmy Edmond ran him downstairs and gave him a shilling to go away. As he went off to buy a drink with the shilling, Lawson told the Bulletin editor in a slur ‘you’re touchy Jimmy – too sensitive and emotional’ [page 395];
    • Between 1916 and 1917 Lawson actually earned about 600 Pound from his writing, enough to buy a house in Marrickville or Woolloomooloo if he had saved the pennies [page 408];
    • Ted Brady thundered at the recognition coming for his friend so many years too late, noting that the cost of the monument [a statue of Lawson in Sydney’s Domain] 1700 Pound, could have sustained Lawson for a decade and kept him out of Darlinghurst Gaol. ‘It makes me sick’, Brady wrote, ‘this posthumous exaltation of a writer, who was scorned and exploited while living, and whose value was only recognised after he was well underground’ [pages 436-437].

    In writing of the extraordinary rise, devastating fall and enduring legacy of an Australian icon, Kieza’s portrayal of Lawson was described in the following manner in most publication publicity of the biography.

    Henry Lawson captured the heart and soul of Australia and its people with greater clarity and truth than any writer before him. Born on the goldfields in 1867, he became the voice of ordinary Australians, recording the hopes, dreams and struggles of bush battlers and slum dwellers, of fierce independent women, foreign fathers and larrikin mates.
    Lawson wrote from the heart, documenting what he saw from his earliest days as a poor, lonely, handicapped boy with warring parents on a worthless farm, to his years as a literary lion, then as a hopeless addict cadging for drinks on the streets, and eventually as a prison inmate, locked up in a tiny cell beside murderers. A controversial figure today, he was one of the first writers to shine a light on the hardships faced by Australia’s hard-toiling wives and mothers, and among the first to portray, with sympathy, the despair of Indigenous Australians at the ever-encroaching European tide. His heroic figures such as The Drover’s Wife and the fearless unionists striking out for a better deal helped define Australia’s character, and while still a young man, his storytelling drew comparisons on the world stage with Tolstoy, Gorky and Kipling.   But Henry Lawson’s own life may have been the most compelling saga of all, a heart-breaking tale of brilliance, lost love, self-destruction and madness.

    Kieza’s book reveals so much of more sordid side of Lawson’s life which in reality dominated such a large period of his existence, and the many times he ended up in prison for non-payment of maintenance to his estranged wife, not because he didn’t want to pay her, but because he simply didn’t have any money, or on the many occasions he was given small amounts as advances on future works, those advances were inevitably ‘drunk’ before they could be used for the ‘stated’ purposes.

    I feel that one individual review I came across almost reflected my own feelings as I read this book, so I’ve copied it below – written by ‘Jennifer’s Best Bookish Blog, it says: –

    ‘The author definitely tells the story of the life of Henry Lawson, warts and all. There is no glossing over his heavy drinking and the problems he faced in his life, many caused by himself. I have been a fan of Henry Lawson since we read The Drovers Wife at school. I come back to his short stories quite often and always enjoy them, but have never really given much thought to his life. I found it very sad to read about his life, in fact this book brought me to tears in many places.  Henry Lawson is an icon in Australia, but he was flawed, and those flaws are laid out in the book. I really enjoyed reading the back story to his short stories – where he got his ideas from, who might have prompted them, and why he wrote them.  For a fan of Henry Lawson, this book is gold. If you’re not a fan, or not aware of his works, I’m sure you would still enjoy this very well researched book, about a man who had a weakness, but who also had a huge talent for writing.  I would recommend Lawson, without any hesitation at all, as an unputdownable read’.   More than 60 pages of bibliography and references included.

    There was amongst many other aspects of the book, some interesting comparisons between Henry Lawson and his contemporary equally famous poet, and in many ways, his life-long rival – one, Banjo Paterson [Andrew Barton Paterson, 1864-1941]. Again, I take the liberty of a few quotations from Kieza’s book.

    • While the great debate raged, the glaring disparities between Paterson’s affluent lifestyle and Lawson’s dangerous slides into depression were never more obvious. Lawson began to haunt Archibald’s office smelling of booze and telling him of all the characters he had met drinking at The Rocks. It seemed that whatever money Lawson had was going on booze as he tried to dull his inner pain. Even Lawson’s clothes were falling apart…..[page 148];

    [With respect to the Archibald mentioned – The Archibald Prize is an Australian portraiture art prize for painting, generally seen as the most prestigious portrait prize in Australia. It was first awarded in 1921 after the receipt of a bequest from J.F. Archibald, the editor of The Bulletin who died in 1919. During their association, he attempted to give considerable support to Lawson.]

    • Lawson did not see Australia through the same rose-tinted glasses worn by ‘The Banjo’. He claimed Paterson was selling an illusion that elevated the drover, the stockman and the rouseabout to demi-gods, and that he had turned the harsh, unyielding bush into an Australian fantasyland.,…………………In ‘The Drover’s Wife’, Lawson could have been telling the story of Paterson’s mother Rose, who struggled through most of her short life on remote bush properties in danger and despair, bringing up her children while her husband was away riding fences or droving. Paterson carefully concealed his own family trauma, though, including the death of his broken-down, worn-out father from an overdose of the opium-based medication laudanum that he was using to dilute the pain of his constant lumbago. Lawson was far more forthcoming about the trauma he experienced in a bush family, using its quirks and misfortunes for material. [pages 142-143].  
    • The artist Norman Lindsay, who knew them both, said Banjo compacted in himself the best of the Australian ego’, the rugged outdoorsman who regarded ‘life as a high adventure in action, even to the risk of a broken neck’. Much of Banjo’s writing was outrageous fun as he had a lot to love about life. Not only did he have a successful legal practice, he mixed in the upper echelons of society and, with a beautiful fiancée, had none of Lawson’s reserve around women.  He was a strapping athlete; a champion rower, tennis player and amateur jockey who played polo, and was once described as ‘one of the keenest of sportsmen, a dashing cross-country rider, thin, wiry and hard as nails.’  Lawson, by contrast, was pale and sickly, and handicapped by his deafness and his domineering mother. He saw pain and suffering in the bush battler’s eternal struggle against the unyielding elements. Norman Lindsay said that Lawson’s Australia reflected his own demons, his own sadness ‘sodden with self-pity…that of the underdog’. [page 98];
    • Lawson sought refuge in the Thomas Walker Convalescent Hospital on the Parramatta River at Concord, an institution funded by a wealthy family which has just welcomed Banjo Paterson unto their fold as the new husband of the lovely Alice Walker, a station owner’s daughter from Tenterfield .[at the same time, Banjo]….had also just being appointed the editor of the major Australian newspaper the Evening News. The contrast with Lawson’s lot in life could not have been starker. [page 335].

    And yet despite all of the above ‘shortcomings’  –  alcoholism, mental health issues, often homeless, and penniless  –  Henry Lawson ‘has been remembered in festivals and place names around Australia, and a museum at Gulgong.  His work has been honoured with postage stamps, and from 1986 until 1993 his face featured on the ten-dollar note, until Banjo Paterson scored another point by usurping him’ [page 438].

    As the reviewer, Jennifer, suggested above, I would also recommend Lawson, without any hesitation at all, as an education and revelation about the real man whose many poems and stories reflected the lives of both himself and those friends, family and associates closest to him.

    Bill Kirk.

  • Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 14: Issue 11: 27th December, 2024: Horatio Stafford and ‘It Is Well With My Soul’

    In late 1878, Horatio Gates Stafford [1828-1888], an American lawyer and Presbyterian Church elder,  farewelled his wife, Anna, and four young daughters, Annie, Maggie, Bessie and Janetta, as they prepared to sale from the USA to Europe to attend an evangelical convention in Europe and enjoy a family vacation in England – the family  went ahead of Horatio who remained behind to complete some business, planning to join his family in Europe.  Spafford had earlier invested in real estate north of Chicago in the spring of 1871. However, in October 1871, the Great Fire of Chicago reduced the city to ashes, destroying most of Spafford’s investment.

    On the 22nd November, 1878, the family’s ship – the S.S. Ville De Havre – sunk, after a collision at sea with an iron merchant sailing ship, with the loss of 226 passengers and crew.  Stafford would later receive a telegram from his wife, having arrived in Wales after rescue in the Atlantic Ocean, which simply stated  –  “Saved, alone…”   Those lost, included their four daughters.

    While all four of Horatio Spafford’s daughters perished, remarkably Anna Spafford survived the tragedy. Those rescued, including Anna, who was found unconscious, floating on a plank of wood, subsequently arrived in Cardiff, South Wales. Upon arrival there, Anna immediately sent a telegram to her husband, which included the words “Saved alone….”

    Shortly afterwards, as Spafford travelled to meet his grieving wife, and at one point during his voyage, the captain of the ship, aware of the tragedy that had struck the Spafford family, summoned Horatio to tell him that they were now passing over the spot where the shipwreck had occurred. At that point, Horatio was inspired to write what became a Hymn, with the words “It is Well With My Soul” as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.

    Horatio’s faith in God never faltered. He later wrote to Anna’s half-sister, “On Thursday last, we passed over the spot where she went down, in mid-ocean, the waters three miles deep. But I do not think of our dear ones there. They are safe….. dear lambs”.  After Anna was rescued, Pastor Nathaniel Weiss, one of the ministers travelling with the surviving group, remembered hearing Anna say, “God gave me four daughters. Now they have been taken from me. Someday I will understand why.”

    Horatio and Anne would have three more children after that tragedy, of which the eldest, a son, died of scarlet fever, aged 4 years [with I believe another son having died at the same age previously in the States].

    The tune of the hymn was written by Philip Bliss, and was named after the ship on which Spafford’s daughters died, Ville du Havre, and included five verses and a Refrain.  Apparently, the original manuscriptonly had four verses, but one of Spafford’s subsequent daughters, Bertha Spafford Vester (author of Our Jerusalem: An American Family in the Holy City 1881-1949), said a verse was later added and the last line of the original song was modified.

    [the reference to Jerusalem arises from the fact that in August 1881, the Spaffords settled in Jerusalem as part of a group of 13 adults and three children, establishing the ‘American Colony’ whose membership would include Swedish Christians, engaged in philanthropic work among the people of Jerusalem regardless of religious affiliation, gaining the trust of the local Muslim, Jewish, and Christian communities. What a pity that modern history doesn’t see that kind of trust amongst those religions. Sadly, not all aspects of that colony were quite what most of us today would be favour of – according to a Wikipedia report, membership in the colony required both single and married adherents to declare celibacy, and children were separated from their parents, while child labour was used in various business endeavours while in Jerusalem. Despite that, at the Eastern Front  during and after World War I,  and during the Armenian and Assyrian  genocides, the American Colony supported the Muslim, Jewish, and Christian communities of Jerusalem by hosting soup kitchens , hospitals, and orphanages].  

    Irrespective of those later developments, I was inspired by that heartrending story of the shipping disaster, and the subsequent words Horatio Stafford composed on that tragic journey to rejoin his wife. I’m unsure as to which Christian denominations might have taken up with the Hymn, as part of their worship repertoire,  certainly, the composer, Bliss,  wrote a number of other hymns which are included in the current hymnbook of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, so I imagine Ville du Havre is also included. The Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square performed a Mack Wilberg arrangement on one occasion.

    The full hymn appears below

    Ville du Havre

    When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea billows roll;
    Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well with my soul.

    (Refrain:) It is well (it is well),
    with my soul (with my soul),
    It is well, it is well with my soul.

    Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
    (Refrain)

    My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought!
    My sin, not in part but the whole,
    Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more,
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
    (Refrain)

    For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
    If Jordan above me shall roll,
    No pain shall be mine, for in death as in life
    Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
    (Refrain)

    And Lord haste the day, when the faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
    The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
    Even so, it is well with my soul.
    (Refrain)

  • Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 14: Issue 10: 10th December, 2024: Vance and Nettie Palmer

    The following was taken from a Blog which was published by the State Library of Victoria on the 11th October 2024, and I include it in this Column and as a matter of Australian literary historical interest. The writer was Walter Strove, and the article dated 2 February, 2023].


    The love story that started in the Library

    It’s February 1909 at the Library. On one side of a room is a young woman with avant garde literary magazines strewn across her desk. On the other, a young man building up the courage to speak to her.

    For more than half a century, writers Vance and Nettie Palmer stood as beacons in the Australian literary landscape, eventually having the annual Victorian Premier’s Literary Awards established in their honour.
    But before all the acclaim and renown, the two first met as young 20-somethings in the Library

    For more than half a century, and particularly in the years between the two world wars, Vance and Nettie Palmer stood as beacons in the Australian literary landscape. They were writers who nourished and encouraged others at a time when ‘the atmosphere was more likely to thwart and misdirect talent than nourish and encourage it.’ 1

    ‘It was needed we should get a man like Palmer’, the author and poet Leonard Mann stated in a biographical note on Vance. Mann, ‘a born humanist’, as Nettie described him, had written a much praised First World War novel, Flesh in Armour, which, he recalled, ‘was a very lonely venture and one financed by myself.’ 2

    It was a time when key Australian writers such as Henry Handel Richardson — the pen name of Ethel Florence Lindesay Richardson (1870-1946) — were virtually unknown, and a time when the Palmers did their best to help. ‘I need hardly say how pleased I am or how grateful to you and VP for your efforts on my behalf’, Richardson wrote to Nettie in 1945. 3

    Nettie’s biography of Richardson — ‘the first full length study of the novelist’4 — appeared five years later.5

    To the historian Brian Fitzpatrick, and many others, 6 the Palmers were a marvel: ‘they permeate articulate Australia’, Fitzpatrick wrote in 1959. 7

    Both were born in August 1885: Nettie in Bendigo, Victoria and Vance in Bundaberg, Queensland. Of particular interest to us at the State Library is that it was here, in the Public Library of Victoria (as it then was), that Nettie and Vance met.

    It occurred in February 1909. Nettie was sitting at a desk within the library, with ‘copies of avant garde literary magazines’ strewn across it, when Vance, who was visiting from Brisbane, ‘took the risk to speak… to the young woman who was regularly studying near him.’ 8

    Melbourne, at the time, was temporary capital of the newly established Commonwealth of Australia and seat of federal parliament (until it transferred to Canberra in 1927).9 The Public Library of Victoria therefore became a de facto national library, a role that its visionary Trustees had prepared it for: ‘The Trustees regarded the Institution’, they wrote in 1880, ‘as a Public Library of reference, consultation, and research, which ought to be characterised by a comprehensiveness which would stamp it not merely as national, but universal.’ 10

    It was here, then, that the partnership described by Vance’s biographer, Harry Heseltine, as ‘the most famous partnership in Australian literary history’, 11 was born.

    Nettie and Vance married five years later, in London. ‘It was in 1914’, Nettie recalled, ‘that Vance Palmer and I, who had been living so long on letters alone, decided that we could be married and cease to live at opposite ends of the world — he in London and I in Melbourne.’ 12

    They became a team, ‘not only of writers’, publisher Walter Stone wrote, ‘but of unselfish and practical idealists, conscious not only of the value of the author in the community but also of the dignity of the profession.’ 13 Yet they ‘were really very private persons’, the historian Marjorie Tipping, who had known the Palmers since 1929, wrote in 1985: ‘completely self-sufficient, physically and emotionally very much alive and in love.’ 14

    Vance was known for his novels, short stories, poetry, plays, literary criticism, biographies, histories, as well as well-informed reviews. ‘There is no critic today’, literary scholar Ivor Indyk wrote of the reviews Vance prepared for ABC radio, ‘with anything like Palmer’s range, or the equanimity that allows him to treat a historical romance of the nineteenth century, a French detective novel and the philosophy of Alfred Adler all in one sweep.’ 15

    It had all started years earlier, Vance recalled, when he was ‘working in a Brisbane office and beginning, in leisure hours, the long task of learning to write.’ 16 The path he followed saw him travel the world and, through his achievements, become recognised as Australia’s ‘foremost man of letters of his day’, 17 a figure of respect, but also a target for attack.

    Vance’s role on the advisory board to the Commonwealth Literary Fund (he was a member from April 1942 until April 1953, and chair from March 1947) left him open to attack for being a communist sympathiser. ‘We seem always to be at the mercy of clowns on horseback’, Vance wrote to the journalist Allan Ashbolt in 1951. 18

    The following year, after concerted attacks in Parliament, it was no less a figure than the prime minister, Robert Menzies, who rose to Vance’s defence. ‘I regard Mr Palmer as a distinguished writer’, Menzies stated, ‘and for sheer honest, disinterested and continuous work on the board, he will take a lot of beating.’ 19

    That same year Menzies arranged for Vance to receive an OBE. Vance, however, quietly refused the offer, ‘since he would be perceived as denying or selling out those radical and republican principles which he had consistently championed since his early writing days.’ 20

    Vance and Nettie both cared deeply. When, in the early 1940s, Australia was threatened with invasion, Vance calmly wrote of ‘an Australia of the spirit, submerged and not very articulate, that is quite different from these bubbles of old-world imperialism.’ His earnestness, however, was evident in the opening sentence: ‘The next few months may decide not only whether we are to survive as a nation, but whether we deserve to survive.’ 21 Two years later, with war in its fifth year, Nettie wrote of a ‘time for stock-taking, as never before.’ 22

    These two articles, one by Vance and one by Nettie, encapsulate their passions in stark, brilliant depth. It is important to know, as the historian Humphrey McQueen reported, that ‘Australia’s finest reviewer in the 1920s was Nettie Palmer’,23 and that her life, as the writer Flora Eldershaw observed, was ‘in effect dedicated to the service of Australian literature.’ 24

    In 1961, when Nettie wrote of 1914 — the year of her marriage and the year when the First World War erupted — Vance was no longer alive.  A gentle tribute to him permeates the article.  Nettie mentions the profound shock she and Vance felt on hearing that the French socialist leader Jean Jaurès had been assassinated on 31 July 1914, quoting the writer Anatole France, who had lamented: ‘Never to see him again, he who was the greatest of hearts, the most far-reaching of geniuses and the most noble of characters.’ 25

    In 1985 the Victorian government marked ‘the centenary of the births of Vance and Nettie Palmer’ by establishing the annual Premier’s Literary Awards. 26 At the State Library the centenary was marked with a Palmer exhibition that went on to tour Queensland in the following year. 27

    For us in the twenty-first century, it seems appropriate to recall that this ‘most famous partnership in Australian literary history’ began here, at the State Library. As well, we might care to note a prediction writer Frank Dalby Davison made in 1955, on the occasion of Vance’s seventieth birthday.  ‘If anyone, in a couple of hundred years, wants to share vicariously in Australian life as lived in the first half of this century’, Davison wrote, they ‘will find Palmer’s writings a lot of help.’ And, in these writings, he added, they will experience ‘the bloom on Palmer’s prose.’ 28

    References [as numbered above]

    1. Smith, V, 1975, Vance and Nettie Palmer, Twayne, Boston, p [x]
    2. Mann, L, 1947, ‘Vance Palmer’, Australasian Book News and Literary Journal, vol 2, no 6, p 292; Palmer, N, 1947, ‘Leonard Mann — humanist’, Australasian Book News and Library Journal, vol 1, no 10, p 434; Mann, L, 1969, ‘A double life’, Southerly, vol 29, no 3, p 167
    3. Henry Handel Richardson to Nettie Palmer, October 1945, in Probyn, C, Steele, B & Solomon, R (eds), 2000, The Letters,  vol 3, 1934-1946, Miegunyah Press, Carlton South, p 701
    4. Jordan, D, 1985, ‘Nettie Palmer and Henry Handel Richardson: The power of feeling’, Flinders Journal of History and Politics, vol 11, p 67
    5. Palmer, N, 1950, Henry Handel Richardson: A Study, Angus and Robertson, Sydney
    6. See, for example, the imposing list of contributors to the ‘Vance and Nettie Palmer Tribute Fund’, 1959, in Meanjin, vol 18, no 2, pp 272-3
    7. Fitzpatrick, B, 1959, ‘The Palmer pre-eminence’, Meanjin, vol 18, no 2, p 211
    8. Jordan, D (ed), 2018, Loving Words: Love Letters between Nettie and Vance Palmer, 1909-1914, Brandl & Schlesinger, Blackheath, p 23
    9. See, for example, Smart, J, 2015, ‘A divided national capital: Melbourne in the Great War’, La Trobe Journal, no 96, p 28
    10. Catalogue of the Public Library of Victoria, 1880, p xxx
    11. Heseltine, H, 1970, Vance Palmer, University of Queensland Press, St Lucia, p 13
    12. Palmer, N, 1961, ‘Remembrance of things past: 1914’, Meanjin, vol 20, no 3, p 297
    13. Stone, W, 1978, ‘The national heritage: Letters of Vance and Nettie Palmer’, Quadrant, vol 22, no 4, p 85
    14. Tipping, M, 1985, ‘Remembrance of Palmers past’, Overland, no 100, p 10
    15. Indyk, I, 1990, ‘The ABC and Australian Literature, 1939-1945’, Meanjin, vol 49, no 3, p 580
    16. Palmer, V, 1959, ‘Writers I remember: Steele Rudd’, Overland, no 15, p 21
    17. Smith, V, 2002, ‘Vance Palmer (28 August 1885 – 15 July 1959)’, Australian Writers, 1915-1950, Gale, Detroit, p 263
    18. Quoted in Ashbolt, A, 1984, ‘The great literary witch-hunt of 1952’, Australia’s First Cold War: 1945-1953, vol 1, Sydney, Allen and Unwin, p 164
    19. Commonwealth of Australia, Parliamentary Debates: House of Representatives, 28 August 1952, p 722
    20. Ashbolt, A, 1984, ‘The great literary witch-hunt of 1952’, Australia’s First Cold War: 1945-1953, vol 1, Sydney, Allen and Unwin, p 166
    21. Palmer, V, 1942, ‘Battle’, Meanjin, vol 1, no 8, p 5
    22. Palmer, N, 1944, ‘Australia, an international unit’, Meanjin, vol 3, no 1, p 6
    23. McQueen, H, 1979, The Black Swan of Trespass: The Emergence of Modernist Painting in Australia to 1944, Alternative Publishing Cooperative, Sydney, p 15
    24. Eldershaw, F, 1955, ‘Nettie and Vance Palmer: 70th birthday tributes’, Overland, no 5, p 6
    25. Palmer, N, 1961, ‘Remembrance of things past: 1914’, Meanjin, vol 20, no 3, p 300
    26. See, for example, The Victorian Premier’s Literary Awards, 2004: Report, p 2
    27. Vance and Nettie Palmer: an Exhibition to celebrate the centenary of their birth, in the Queen’s Hall, State Library of Victoria, 20th August — 30th September, 1985 (curators: Richard Overall and Mandy Bede), 1986, Library Council of Victoria, Melbourne
    28. Davison, F D, 1955, ‘Nettie and Vance Palmer: 70th birthday tributes’, Overland, no 5, p 6
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  • Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 14: Issue 9: 10th October, 2024: Lebanon Days

    These days, I feel most users of Face Book [where I originally posted the following] can only cope with, or are interested in, contributions of a sentence or two and/or lots of photos. On that basis I don’t expect many [if any] to read the following. Fair enough!!  Nevertheless, if anyone does reach the end of this, admittedly lengthy piece, I’d be happy to receive your feedback or comments, adverse or otherwise.  This is another article from the ‘Coachbuilder’s Column’.

    “People said of Israel. “They are coming.”  They would shake their heads and say no more. They offered no evidence other than that Israel had come before. Israel would come again to strike the blow it had not struck 14 years earlier. It was another old instinct come back to life; with half of Beirut gone, Israel must be about to come again. Hamra had survived the port blast only to expect the next disaster’ [page 272 from ‘Lebanon Days’ by Theodore Ell, published in 2024].

    I was drawn to this book, firstly by the current conflicts in the Middle East which has now dragged Lebanon front and centre, and also by the description that ‘this is the story of a nation largely ignored by the rest of the world, a complex country driven over the edge but still seeking faith in itself, seen through the eyes of an outsider drawn into it’s intimate struggle’.

    When Australian writer and researcher, Theodore Ell, joined his diplomatic wife, Caitlin, on her posting to Lebanon between 2018 and 2021, he found himself a witness to a country on the brink of collapse, and to a disaster which almost cost them their lives in August 2020.   In this book, Ell writes about that period and of his perceptions and experiences in a fascinating piece of ongoing reporting, and a piece of writing that did little to encourage this reader to ever want to visit the place!

    As the book promo describes it – ‘In 2019, facing economic meltdown, the people of Lebanon rose up, united in a revolution of hope [in a country of mixed people and races who were in the main, far from united]. With the country on the precipice of war, Covid-19 swept in and the eerie quiet of lockdowns descended – a silence tragically shattered in August 2020, when Ell narrowly survived the largest ever non-nuclear explosion, which destroyed half of Beirut…………………..  Everywhere from calm cedar forests to crowded Beirut bars, Ell listened to stories of the Lebanese people and tried to make sense of the maze of ideas, desires and illusions that creates the Lebanon of their imagination, a place in sharp contrast to reality’.

    A country on the sea border, surrounded on most sides by enemies and hate – a nation with a vast mix of races, religions, refugees, all of whom treat the other with a combination of suspicion, wariness and historically inbred hatreds, with many of the refugees who have fled to Lebanon, themselves fleeing from the neighbouring hostile countries. But also it seems, with an element of nonchalance.

    Not long before he left Lebanon at the end of his wife’s posting, Ell noted the comments of a Lebanese man he met in the street  –   ‘If you’re Lebanese, it’s what you know. You just know it has to go that way. Everybody is living for themselves, in their bit of town, in their street, and fighting everybody else for every lira, every piece of bread, and they don’t know that every little bit of money they take from somebody is bringing Israel nearer. Because only Hizballah will have money and, you know, Israel doesn’t want them to use it…….We let Palestine come in. They stayed even though Israel tried to chase them out. Syria came in and replaced Israel. When Syria got out, Israel came back. The world made Israel go out, but now we blow ourselves up and Israel will come again. Syria can’t do anything. That’s the only good news. Hizballah, still here. Palestine, still here. The refugees, still here.  The situation, Lebanon is what happens when everybody else is done’ [page 276].

    Meanwhile, while the world’s media reported on the 2020 warehouse blast that destroyed half the city and killed hundreds, many never to be found or identified [vaporised in the initial instant of the explosion], or people not even known when alive [undocumented vagrants, refugees, etc sheltering in the port area], Theodore Ell provides a personal terrifying on the spot description of the moments immediately after the blast, which had left he and Caitlin cut and bleeding in the ruination of their destroyed apartment.

    From page 208, he writes:  

    “My hearing was dampened. Almost every sound was muffled dead. Yet although Caitlin and I could hardly understand what we said to each other, we could hear the blast charging on through the city, a single wave, which even then we recognised as the result of a gigantic explosion that had followed the first, ambiguous noise. Sounds from the wake of the blast forced themselves into the apartment and onto us, sounds that could only have been whole buildings coming down nearby; avalanches of stone walls, of steel stanchions and concrete cladding coming loose and shearing to the ground, the shocks of each impact shaking up into our floor, as street after street was overrun by a wave of force that could be sensed receding into distances I had never imagined hearing and that I would never hear again, even as the roar was trapped, storming, in my ears’.

    At the end of the book, the author provides an historical timeline of the history of Lebanon, through the 1860’s to 2017, and that alone as it illustrates the way the country and it’s disparate communities were shaped, makes for chilling reading.

    At this stage I have inserted some selected quotations from the latter part of the book.

    From page 282: “Murmurs about Israel kept on. History and political news always on my mind, I still could not credit them. Neither Israel’s government, obsessed as Benjamin Netanyahu was with finding a distraction from corruption charges, nor its notional opponents in the borderlands, Hizballah, could seriously want a war that neither side would win. But then my reasoning always seemed to be limited and I ended up outflanked. It was history that people invoked to show that what Israel had done once it was in its nature to do again.”

    From page 285: [a Lebanese taxi driver noting] “You know, I don’t feel……I don’t feel nothing. Anything. About Israel. There’s no reason. Because…..it’s like there is Lebanon and there is the government.  There is Israel and there is the government. The government is not the same as the country. You know, there are people in Israel and Palestine who just want to work. You see…I know you see…how the Lebanese just want to work. We have nothing to argue about”.

    From page 293: [as a storm approached from out to sea] – “I thought for a moment of the black tower of smoke that had been rising out of Warehouse Twelve in the hour before it exploded, and how it was hidden from me behind another tower-block as I worked, unawares, the whole time.  And I remembered the red cloud that came after it, swelling and boiling, sucking air and debris up around it, so high it made me cower. As the waterspouts gently receded and I stepped away from the windows, I realised I had been holding my breath and there was a vein of terror in my awe”.

    From page 294 [with the coming of Christmas, the atmosphere of hostility and suspicion amongst the people of Lebanon, dissipates, and changes] – “As we had seen the previous year, that different world, people laughing at a long table in a room that later would be obliterated, the voices of people in all neighbourhoods, Christian, Muslem, Druze, softened as Christmas came.  For once, their instincts and the rhythms of their lives would correspond. The old men outside the Bliss Street bakery were quieter as the day drew nearer and yielded me unsmiling but accepting nods. I looked like a Christian to them. The evening before Christmas, voices raised in welcome or in lively talk drifted into the streets. As the daylight ebbed at four, the long reach of the north coast and the lower mountain slopes began to glitter with new lights, from rooms reopened for visiting kin”.

    From page 297: [but then, in the early hours of Christmas morning, the neighbourhoods of central Beirut are awakened by the overpowering noise of fighter planes overhead] – “Israel had come. Those fighter planes, I reasoned, had flown low over Beirut on their way to Syria, and the sound [later] from beyond the mountains could only have come from their bombing raid over Damascus. …..But why, I demanded of the [following] silence, my breath ragged as I suppressed rage, why had they flown low over Beirut like that?  What purpose could that serve, to fly warplanes, afterburners blazing, within skyscraper height, skimming the windows of homes on Christmas Eve?  They had chosen the one night in Lebanon’s most terrible year in which most of its communities shared the rare common purpose of commemorating the same event. They had chosen the night, and the very moment in that night, when for once the people of Lebanon might take comfort together. And they had chosen the part of the city they had [previously] taken, held, ravaged and lost. To frighten Hamra, to harass it, to narrow the abstract world of airspace and vapour trails down to the breaths we caught as we recoiled from the oncoming, invisible force of extermination, was Israe’s revenge. The past was all that mattered. No business must be left unfinished”.

    In the September edition of the Australian Book Review, Richard Freadman, in reviewing ‘Lebanon Days’ notes that “The word ‘nothing’ comes up repeatedly, but in unhelpfully shifting ways….Its range of meanings includes a thing or project without value; an absent cause; a crusade that comes to nothing, sometimes for discernible reasons; the vanity of human wishes; and people’s inability to learn from the past. In one of many moments…..he thinks of Beaufort Castle in Southern Lebanon, near the border with Israel” ‘the only spot in all those ranges commanding views in every direction, retreated from as many times as it was captured, a flagstaff on top of a pile of rubble. It stood for nothing..’

    It could be suggested that following his time in living amongst the people in Lebanon, Ell became more sympathetic to the lives of the Lebanese people, and the constant fear they faced from the threat of ‘Israel coming again’ and I gained the impression from Freadman’s review that he was ‘hinting’ at that.

    And perhaps that view came from paragraphs such as the following, which was written in response to the warplanes flyover of Christmas Eve.

    On page 298, Ell writes  –  “I knew then why people took up weapons and hid in ravines and underground, to fire rockets into lands to the east and south. I knew what it was to yearn to purge the shrieking  that the past had planted in the mind, to turn chaos  into a blowtorch of will. To wipe out the agents of the past, to empty the fields of them.  It was in the moment of  these desires…..that I knew I was a changed man. I had accommodated evil”.

    And finally, from a couple of reflections, which illustrate, there were quieter moments for Theodore Ell’s time in Lebanon.

    From page 302: [as they had done on the few occasions when time and the circumstances of Lebanon permitted] – “Even so, this allowed us one last chance to walk among the cedars.  These were young trees, taller and slimmer than the 3000-year-olds we had seen higher up in these same mountains, or those in the solitary grove above the Qadisha in the north. These cedars still reached upwards and stretched their branches wide. They were only just beginning to spread their foliage  out to form the tiers and plates of their mature years, when the higher branches

    would start to fall away and the trees would settle down into the knots and whorls and pyramid canopies of old   age.  These trees were perhaps a few centuries old. Not yet thinned down to a handful of living monuments, they covered the slopes densely, as a true forest”.

    During one of the couples’ touring ventures through the mountains and farmland areas to the north and east of Beirut, they were befriended by a small stray cat, which they would take into their care and home. When the warehouse explosion occurred,  they thought they had lost ‘Jazzy’ [as they named her], but a couple of days later, while Ell was attempting to salvage items from their destroyed apartment, Jazzy was found, hiding under some rubble in a corner of the apartment from which the cat had not moved for the two days since the explosion.

    As Ell and Caitlin prepared to leave Beirut, at the end of the latter’s diplomatic posting, the author wrote:  “New families had come to replace the embassy staff who, one by one, had been going home. The newcomers were younger than us. Some had children. We left Jazzy to them, with money for her upkeep, her veterinary records and paperwork for the many transfers and periods in boarding and quarantine that awaited her once her vaccination rounds begun with us, were complete.  They looked after Jazzy for half a year until she began a long journey of her own, to come to us again”. [page 304].

    Theodore Ell was born in Sydney in 1984. He studied literature and modern languages at the University of Sydney, and spent periods of further research and study, and later gained a PhD. He was working in the public service in Canberra, prior to joining his wife in Lebanon.  His essay ‘Facades of Lebanon’, about the Lebanese revolution   and the Beirut port explosion, won the 2021 Calibre Essay Prize.

    Following his three years in Lebanon, Theodore Ell, as noted in the ABR review referenced above, was ‘tormented by involuntary memories. When he returns to Australia, he receives treatment for what is presumably PTSD’.

    Note: in this article, I have used the spelling of Hizballah as used throughout the book by Ell. Generally, through the media, etc, we will see that name spelt as Hezbollah [wjk]

  • Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 14: Issue 8:  30th September, 2024: Some more books to be considered.

    The following is another selection of books I’ve read in recent months with brief personal comments and the occasional inclusion of a more professional opinion of the book in question. Books in this post are:

    • War of the Windsors by Nigel Cawthorne [2023];
    • The Big Treasury of Australian Folk Lore: Two Centuries of Tales, Epics, Ballads, Myths & Legends, compiled by A.K.MacDougall [1990];
    • Quarterly Essay No: 94 titles ‘Highway To Hell: Climate Change and Australia’s Future’ by Joelle Gergis;
    • ‘The Wild Date Palm’ by Diane Armstrong [2024];
    • ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ by Lee Harper, [1960];
    • ‘Legacy of War’ by Wilbur Smith [with David Churchill], [2021];
    • ‘Free’ by Meg Keneally [2024];
    • ‘The Celts’ by Nora Chadwick, [1971, a Folio Society edition of 1997];
    • ‘The Crag’ by Claire Sutherland [2024];
    • ‘Quarterly Essay No. 95’ titled ‘High Noon: Trump, Harris and America on the Brink’ by Don Watson [2024]
    • ‘Sister Viv’ by Grantlee Kieza, [2024];

    1st June

    War of the Windsors: The inside Story of Charles, Andrew and the Rivalry that has defined the Royal Family’ by Nigel Cawthorne [published in 2023, 311 pages]  –  a rather eye-opening read.

    An initial reaction –  I always had a lot of respect for the late Queen Elizabeth – after reading this book, I’m afraid my level of respect for both Charles and Andrew is severely diminished! My main criticism of the Queen is that she didn’t demonstrate very good mothering skills or empathy towards Charles and Anne, but she had turned that around by the time Andrew came along, he became the ‘apple of her eye’ and despite all his adult ‘troubles’ basically remained that way. Even Prince Phillip’s approach to the young Andrew, and then Edward, was much more conciliatory than his often ‘harsh’ attitude to what he expected the young Charles to accept in his growing and schooling years.

    “But as this book has tried to demonstrate, the two brothers are more alike than they know – petulant, churlish, self-regarding, self-important, self-serving, self-aggrandising, grasping, greedy, amoral and corrupt. Addicted to pomp and uniforms. They acquire wealth, privately and publicly; as if no amount of money is ever enough. If they weren’t living the high life as royals, protected by their royal status, they would surely have suffered much worse fates for their misbehaviour. As I also hope this book proves, they are everything their mother was not. Where she commanded respect, they get sycophancy. They can’t understand why she was loved and they’re not…” [page 309].

    ‘Raised for vastly different futures, one burdened with the responsibility of becoming the future king and the other destined to live in his shadow, Charles and Andrew have spent their lives on different sides of the same coin’

    The book the story of their lives from children to modern day, this fascinating and revelatory new book looks at the fraught relationship (and fiery rivalry) between King Charles and Prince Andrew.  For the first time [apparently], it is described as the complete story of Charles and Andrew from their diverging childhoods to their current struggles. It looks at the distinct but overlapping stories of the two heirs, Charles and Andrew, who have spent their lives on different sides of the same coin.  Yet ostensibly separated in their early years and the Queen’s supposed overindulgence of Andrew to the competition for Lady Diana and finally, Charles’ ascension to throne while his brother is stripped of Royal duties. And it explores whether, with the scandals around Andrew still fresh in public memory, Charles will ever let his brother back into the family.

    The author’s extensive research and expert sourcing, reveals the  inside story of a family in turmoil. Recounting the highs and lows of a brotherhood then turned into a rivalry, royal author and journalist Nigel Cawthorne looks at the makings of a decades long feud and questions whether, ultimately, the brothers will one day band together again……………………….

    4th June

    A book I purchased many years ago, though don’t recall when or where from, but at the time I  started to read it and finally got back to it a few weeks ago, reading a few pages at a time  –  The Big Treasury of Australian Folk Lore: Two Centuries of Tales, Epics, Ballads, Myths & Legends, compiled by A.K.MacDougall, and printed by The Currawong Press, 1st published in 1990 by Reed Books, this edition 1992, published by Currawong Press, an imprint of Reed Books, 320 pages

    Some interesting historical reading of Australian heritage, legends and stories.

    An anthology of the tales, ballads, epics, myths and legends inspired by two hundred years of white settlement in Australia. Chapters include Slanguage’, Good sports’ and Conflict and strife’. Illustrated with photographs and line drawings. In a beautifully illustrated volume, we find the essence of much of Australia’s rich and unique ‘Folklore-tall Tales And True One’s of many of our legendary characters and deeds, ballads and songs of bush heroes, stories of shipwrecks and sagas of the Australian outback, together with grim echoes of the convict days.

    The thing that needs to be remembered in reading through these stories, that in the main, they are written and told solely  from the perspective of the ‘European’ colonisers and settlers, etc, with little credence given to the original inhabitants of this land, the Indigenous people who were here for many thousands of years before the white man came.

    So while there is some entertaining reading in this volume, that latter statement needs to be kept in mind.

    16th June

    June saw the release of  Quarterly Essay No: 94 titled ‘Highway To Hell: Climate Change and Australia’s Future’ by Joelle Gergis  –  a very interesting, very disturbing and insightful discussion on this ongoing crucial topic.

    From the Promo:  Australia is in peril. Do we truly grasp the impact of a warming planet – in particular, what it will mean for our sunburnt country? As temperatures rise, the climates of our capital cities will change. The sea will rise, and we will see increased fire and drought.
    In this powerful essay, Joëlle Gergis, a leading climate scientist, depicts the likely future in vivid and credible detail. Working from the science, she discusses the world and Australia’s efforts to combat climate change. She outlines how far Australia is from keeping its promises to cut emissions. She takes aim at false solutions and the folly of “adaptation” rather than curbing fossil fuel use. This is an essay about government paralysis and what is at stake for all of us. It’s about getting real, in the face of an unprecedented threat.
    “How many disasters does it take to wake people up to the fact that Australia’s climate is becoming more extreme, with today’s destruction set to be dwarfed by things to come? Do people realise that adapting to climate change won’t be possible in some parts of the country?” — Joëlle Gergis, Highway to Hell.

    There are many disturbing, albeit fascinating  statements of scientific fact that come out of this essay, too many to try and quote here, but for anyone who has been trying to make sense of the debate over the past two decades, it’s well worth working your bad through Gergis’s arguments and proposals.

    Additionally, this publication included some very interesting responses to the previous Essay ‘Bad Cop’ [about Peter Dutton, by Lech Blaine].The comments of one responder, Paul Strangio [author or editor of a dozen books on Australian politics] in which he is comparing former Whitlam government minister, Bill Hayden with Peter Dutton, I thought worth sharing. Strangio writes:-

    “While Hayden’s expansive legacy as Labor leader laid the groundwork for the Hawke/Keating reform era,  marking him out as possibly Australian’s finest Opposition leader who never became prime minister, Dutton’s mission in opposition  appears aimed at debauching the national political conversation, and about sidling into office by frightening voters into submission”…..He goes on “So, despite the similarities in their back stories, the differences between Hayden and Dutton could hardly be starker.  Arguably, the contrast is a disturbing marker of the degeneration of the political class across generations, of the retreat from a milieu of enlightened social-democratic optimism to irrational conservative populist pessimism, and of the decline of a political sensibility of compassion and empathy to one of stony-heartedness”.

    Strangio also talks about leadership styles, using three examples delineated by Australia’s Graham Little –   – strong, inspirational and group. Strong leaders were people like Howard, Abbott, and now Dutton. In contrast, Labor leaders are more likely to fall into the latter two categories.”What particularly defines the strong leader is their trading in fear and insecurity. They project the world as a menacing place, with competition the primary motor force of human relations. These are the hallmarks of Dutton’s politics. The challenge for the strong leader is to conjure up and orchestrate community anxieties, to identify threats and to establish themselves as a decisive counter-agent to those threats…”

    26 June

    ‘The Wild Date Palm’ by Diane Armstrong, published in 2024, 363 pages –  this proved a wonderful, if not tragic story, another historical novel based on true events, again, situated in the Middle East during World War And once again, featuring the courage and determination of a lone woman trying to save the future of her Jewish  community, in a Turkish controlled small outpost of the Ottoman Empire. Interesting that many of the military personnel and civilians such as Lawrence of Arabia, the Australian Light Horse, etc,  all become featured during the story –  in other words, I have once again revisited the environment and times of that period from other fiction and non-fiction books read and noted on these pages in recent months.. As the cover suggests, a novel which explores the fate of ordinary people whose mission collides with the secret agenda of powerful countries, such as Britain, France & Turkey and the associated Arab people of that area. And when life is at stake, how far will we go to reach the limits of our dreams?

    Set from 1910 to 1917 with a more contemporary view in 1967 to round out the tale and shed light on some of the mysteries, the novel is a powerful telling of the machinations of world powers in this much disputed region. It’s a very timely written book, when one considers the current Middle East conflict, as it speaks of the many migrations and expulsions of people of different faiths that have led to today’s political picture.

    The author, Diane Armstrong is a child Holocaust survivor who arrived in Australia from Poland in 1948, and is now an award-winning journalist and bestselling author, who currently lives in Sydney. 

    From the generally accepted promotional description of the book, we read that –

    From a bestselling Australian author comes a gripping novel of espionage, passion and sacrifice set in the Middle East during World War I. Based on an astonishing true story, it asks what are you willing to die for?
    During a train journey across Turkey’s Anatolian Plain in 1915 during World War I, Shoshana Adelstein witnesses the slaughter of the Armenians and knows she has just come face to face with her destiny.
    Convinced that her Jewish community in a small outpost of the Ottoman Empire will soon meet a similar fate, she is desperate to save her people. With Turkey and Britain locked in a global conflict, she orchestrates an audacious plan. Enlisting a group of co-conspirators who include her charismatic lover Eli and her impetuous brother Nathan, this young woman forms a clandestine spy ring. Conquering almost insurmountable obstacles, they risk betrayal, torture and death to spy on the Turks and pass on intelligence to the British to help them win the war.

    From a Review by Norrie Sanders of the Queensland Reviewers Collective [April 2024]

    Some true stories deserve a novel. This is one of them. Even the title of Diane Armstrong’s latest novel is a clever and poignant take on a date palm that did not exist when the story took place, and an historian might overlook, but a novelist could see the romantic symbolism.

    Palestine in 1910 was a place where Jews and Arabs co-existed under the watch of the once mighty Ottoman empire. The last desperate kick of that empire was a particularly nasty one – the forced expulsion and mass murder of Armenians, a large Christian minority within Anatolia.   In fear of reprisals against other minorities, one small group of Jews in a Palestinian village saw the outbreak of the Great war as both threat and opportunity.

    The opportunity was to help the Ottoman’s enemies – notably Britain – to defeat them and to perhaps  secure a permanent homeland in the middle east. The central figures are Jews from a village south east of Haifa (now in Israel), who decide to spy on the Turks and send vital military intelligence to the British.

    At the same time, another minority in the empire, formed the Arab revolt under the leadership of Faisal ibn Hussein (later King of Iraq) and guided by the British officer, T.E. Lawrence [Lawrence of Arabia]. The Jews and the Arabs had a similar intent to overthrow the Ottomans, but both had their eyes on the same homeland, sowing the seeds for future conflict.

    The facts and circumstances of the Jewish spy ring (Nili) are well documented and the main protagonists are important historical figures, particularly in Israel. The plot of the novel appears to adhere to the historical accounts,

    ‘Shoshana’ and her brother ‘Nathan’ (Sarah and Aaron Aaronsohn) dominate the book, but for most of the time are in different countries. The novel form permits the exploration of topics only hinted at in the historic accounts – the dread of discovery by the Turks, frustrations with British incompetence, conflicts amongst the villagers, Shoshana’s relationship with her sister ‘Leah’ and lover ‘Eli’ and the rivalry with Lawrence.

    [The author wrote in a note on page 362] World War 1 in the Middle East offers a rich and unfamiliar tableau of exciting action and larger than life characters. One of them is Lawrence of Arabia. While researching this novel, I was fascinated to learn that he had actually visited Atlit and sketched the ruined crusader castle that dominates the coastline. But did he ever meet Sarah? We know that he met Sarah’s brother in Cairo and that during her visit to Cairo, British officers praised her beauty and courage, but the trail ends there, offering a writer of historical fiction the opportunity to explore the potential.  [p362, Author’s note].

    The Wild Date Palm is a skilfully constructed story of a seminal time in Middle Eastern history. The re-creation of the human element – and particularly the bravery and single-minded determination of Shoshana – brings the narrative to life. Diane Armstrong may not have added to the historical record, but she has transported readers into a fascinating and dangerous world and celebrated the lives of some true heroes.

    July 14th

    ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ by Lee Harper, published in 1960 [this copy was a Vintage Publication from 2004, with 307 pages].   I don’t know why I have never read this before, the winner of the Pulitzer Prize.  Anyway, well worth the delayed reading where the author explores the issues of race and class in the Deep South of the USA in the 1930s, and centred around a town ‘steeped in prejudice and hypocrisy’, a story generally told through the eyes of a pre-teen girl, who we would probably have been described in those times as a bit of a ‘tom boy’!

    According to a note in Wikipedia, when it was published in July 1960, the book became instantly successful, and at the time was widely read in schools, becoming a classic of modern American literature. The plot and characters are loosely based on Lee Harper’s observations of her family, her neighbours and an event that occurred near her hometown of Monroeville, Alabama in 1936, when she was ten.

    The primary themes of To Kill a Mockingbird involve racial injustice and the destruction of innocence. Scholars have noted that Lee also addresses issues of class, courage, compassion, and gender roles in the Deep South, with lessons from the book emphasizing tolerance and the rejection of prejudice.  With those subjects in mind, brief reference is made late in the story to the developing persecution of the Jews in Nazi Germany, and the growth of Hitler’s power in that nation.

    As Penguin Books summarise the story –  ‘Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.’  ‘A lawyer’s advice to his children as he defends the real mockingbird of Harper Lee’s classic novel – a black man falsely charged with the rape of a white girl. Through the young eyes of Scout and Jem Finch, Harper Lee explores with exuberant humour the irrationality of adult attitudes to race and class in the Deep South of the 1930s. The conscience of a town steeped in prejudice, violence and hypocrisy is pricked by the stamina of one man’s struggle for justice. But the weight of history will only tolerate so much.

    To Kill a Mockingbird is a coming-of-age story, an anti-racist novel, a historical drama of the Great Depression and a sublime example of the Southern writing tradition’.

    Or from ‘Amazon’ – ‘The unforgettable novel of a childhood in a sleepy Southern town and the crisis of conscience that rocked it’, 

    A synopsis of the novel –

    The story, told by Jean Louise Finch, takes place during three years (1933–35) of the Great Depression  in the fictional town of Maycomb, Alabama, the seat of Maycomb County. Nicknamed Scout, the narrator, who is six years old at the beginning of the book, lives with her older brother Jeremy, nicknamed Jem, and their widowed father Atticus, a middle-aged lawyer. They also have a black cook, Calpurnia, who has been with the family for many years and helps Atticus raise the two children.

    Jem and Scout befriend a boy named Dill, who visits Maycomb to stay with his aunt each summer. The three children are terrified, yet fascinated, by their neighbour, the reclusive  Arthur “Boo” Radley. The adults of Maycomb are hesitant to talk about Boo, and many of them have not seen him for many years. The children feed one another’s imagination with rumours about his appearance and reasons for remaining hidden, and they fantasize about how to get him out of his house. After two summers of friendship with Dill, Scout and Jem find that someone is leaving them small gifts in a tree outside the Radley place. Several times the mysterious Boo makes gestures of affection to the children, but, to their disappointment, he never appears in person.

    Judge Taylor appoints Atticus to defend Tom Robinson, a black man who has been accused of raping a young white woman, Mayella Ewell. Although many of Maycomb’s citizens disapprove, Atticus agrees to defend Tom to the best of his ability. Other children taunt Jem and Scout for Atticus’s actions, calling him a “nigger – lover”. Scout is tempted to stand up for her father’s honour by fighting, even though he has told her not to. One night, Atticus faces a group of men intent on lynching Tom. Scout, Jem, and Dill unexpectedly show up, and Scout inadvertently breaks the mob mentality by recognizing and talking to a classmate’s father, causing the would-be lynchers to disperse.

    Atticus does not want Jem and Scout to be present at Tom Robinson’s trial. No seat is available on the main floor, but the Rev. Sykes, the pastor of Calpurnia’s church, invites Jem, Scout and Dill to watch from the coloured balcony. Atticus establishes that Mayella Ewell and her father, Bob, are lying. It is revealed that Mayella made sexual advances toward Tom, resulting in her being beaten by her father. The townspeople refer to the Ewells as “white trash”  who are not to be trusted, but the jury convicts Tom regardless. Jem’s faith in justice is badly shaken. Atticus is hopeful that he can get the verdict overturned, but Tom is shot and killed while trying to escape from prison.

    Despite Tom’s conviction, Bob Ewell is humiliated by the events of the trial. Atticus explains that he destroyed Ewell’s last shred of credibility. Ewell vows revenge, spitting in Atticus’ face, trying to break into the judge’s house and menacing  Tom Robinson’s widow. Finally, he attacks Jem and Scout while they are walking home on a dark night after the school Hallowewen pageant. Jem suffers a broken arm and is knocked unconscious in the struggle, but amid the confusion, someone comes to the children’s rescue. The mysterious man carries Jem home, where Scout realizes that he is Boo Radley.

    Sheriff Tate arrives and discovers Ewell dead from a knife wound. Atticus believes that Jem was responsible, but Tate is certain it was Boo. The sheriff tells Atticus that, to protect Boo’s privacy, he will report that Ewell simply fell on his own knife during the attack. Boo asks Scout to walk him home. After she says goodbye to him at his front door, he disappears, never to be seen again by Scout. While standing on the Radley porch, Scout imagines life from Boo’s perspective.

    Overall, enormously popular, it was translated into some 40 languages, sold more than 40 million copies worldwide, and was one of the most-assigned novels in American schools, a novel was praised for its sensitive treatment of a child’s awakening to racism and prejudice in the American South.

    24th August

    ‘Legacy of War’ by Wilbur Smith [with David Churchill], published in 2021, 459 pages –  another thriller by this author [now deceased] but with a more modern approach set mainly in Africa in the C20th.  In broad terms, ‘the war is over, Hitler is dead, and yet his evil legacy lives on   –  while further afield in Kenya, the last outcrop of the colonial empire is feeling the stirrings of rebellion. Saffron Courtney and her beloved husband Gerhard only just survived the brutal conflict, but Gerhard’s Nazi-supporting brother, Konrad, is still free and determined to regain power. As a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse develops, a plot against the couple begins to stir. One that will have ramifications throughout Europe.  Further afield in Kenya, the last outcrop of the colonial empire is feeling the stirrings of rebellion. As the situation becomes violent, and the Courtney family home is under threat, Leon Courtney finds himself caught between two powerful sides – and a battle for the freedom of a country.
    As usual with Smith’s novels, a fair degree of brutal violence, etc is depicted, which admittedly in my later years, has disturbed me a little more than it did in the past. Nevertheless, a fast-reading novel, action always happening, as the storyline progresses.

    However, an historical thriller set in the aftermath of World War II.   Legacy of War  is a nail-biting story of courage, bravery, rebellion and war from the master of adventure fiction. A bit of lighter reading, albeit, somewhat brutal in many parts of the story.

    30th August

    ‘Free’ by Meg Keneally, published in 2024, 328 pages: – from horse thief to the merchant queen of Sydney Cove – how did one woman rise so far? 

    It is a harsh land – yes, for you especially – but people can also rise here …’ 

    Born into poverty in eighteenth-century England, her future was predetermined. But throughout her life Molly Thistle refused to follow the path laid out before her. Her headstrong nature, disdain for convention and desire for freedom were always destined to determine her fate. 

    Following her involvement in a fatal childhood prank, Molly dresses as a boy and flees on a stolen horse. Her new-found freedom ends with her arrest and an uncertain journey towards Britain’s farthest prison colony. 

    Undaunted, Molly navigates her way through a society that denies power to her sex and scorns those who have not ‘arrived free’. Her quick wit, resilience and ambition will attract the love of her life and the opportunity to forge a commercial empire. And those very same characteristics will create enemies intent on destroying all that she has battled to build for herself and her family. 

    Inspired by historical figures and actual events, Free shines a light on the indomitable figure who first made her appearance in The Wreck. In a story told with warmth and compassion for those who struggled, survived and sometimes even prevailed – and for those who did not – Meg Keneally once again brings the complexity and brutality of colonial Australia vividly to life. 

    A wonderful read.  One reviewer describing the book wrote – Meg Keneally brings to vivid life one of the most extraordinary stories in Australia’s early history, and we can’t help but fall in love with her heroine – brave, feisty and, despite all the odds, utterly determined to allow nothing, and no one, to stand in her way. An enthralling journey into a world that fascinates, and horrifies, by turn.’  Or as Collins Book Shops describe it  “…a story told with warmth and compassion for those who struggled, survived and sometimes even prevailed – and for those who did not..” 

    6th September

    ‘The Celts’ by Nora Chadwick, first published in 1971, this edition a Folio Society edition of 1997; 317 pages, another book published many years ago. I purchased this copy some considerable years back, started to read it at the time, but found it heavy going, put it aside for other reads. This time around – still heavy going, but interesting nevertheless, especially the first few chapters dealing with the history, development and spread of the Celts throughout Europe and across to Britain.  Chadwick’s detailed descriptions of evidence of aspects of Religion and Mythology, Christianity, Art and Literature were at times a little over-whelming with much in the way of Celtic and Irish definitions, sometimes with the English equivalent specified but less often in my view. She obviously has an Irish background, and with the Irish and Welsh dialects in particular regularly used, her writing was given the appearance that she assumed all her readers had the same background!!

    Irrespective of all that, a broad description as depicted by many book sellers and reviewers, sums the book up as follows  – 

    A history of Celtic culture in Britain from its origins to its transformation under the Romans and Saxons.
    The Celts possessed a self-contained and remarkable culture whose influence is by no means restricted to those parts of Britain traditionally regarded as ‘Celtic’. A proud and independent nation developed from a number of smaller states; brilliant art and a unique way of life flourished, although the evidence of this, unfortunately, is often sketchy.  A noted Celtic scholar, Nora Chadwick spent much of her life researching this field. Here she describes the rise and spread of the Celts and their arrival in the British Isles in about the eighth century BC. Chapters on their literature and art, their institutions and religion, punctuate the historical narrative and provide an illuminating insight into the Celtic way of life.

    The Celtic period was one of tremendous expansion, the last phase of European material and intellectual development before the Mediterranean world spread northwards over the Continent and linked it to modern times.

     Nora Chawick (1891-1972) spent most of her life studying Celtic (or, modern conveyance, “Keltic”) history. She wrote many books and articles on the topic   As the Folio Society described it – Licentious pagans or mystical druids? Rapacious vandals or noble adversaries? The images we have of the Celts are certainly dramatic, and in this highly acclaimed account, Nora Chadwick reveals the truth about their lives. With its copious illustrations and handsome binding, this newly revised Folio edition pays homage to a classic account. Also included is a preface and introductory chapter by Sir Barry Cunliffe.

    9th September

    ‘The Crag’ , a debut novel by Claire Sutherland, published a few weeks ago, in 2024, with 314 pages.  

    Easily read over a day or so, probably unlikely to win any literary prizes, but an enthralling little contemporary crime/mystery novel  –  the story is set around the Wimmera region of western Victoria, and specifically centred around the crags and immediate area of Mount Arapiles, but with plenty of casual reference to the towns between there and Melbourne.  Fairly simply written with a completely unexpected twist and outcome, which I won’t give away. I congratulate the author on keeping us ‘page turning’ as her story continues.

    Basically, the storyline from general promotional material reads thus   –   ‘While walking on an isolated track in the windswept Wimmera, rock-climber Skye discovers the body of a young woman. The body has injuries that suggest a rock-climbing accident, but it’s been found more than 5km from the nearest cliffs at Mount Arapiles.  The local police ask Skye to help them navigate the perilous world of rock climbing as they try to unravel what happened. Skye is secretly thrilled to be part of the investigation, but as it becomes clear that a killer is on the loose, all thrill turns to fear. In the isolated crags of the mountain, stark beauty can conceal horrific truths’,,

    As the front cover suggests ‘Sometimes the truth is just out of reach…’

    Fiona Hardy of Readings Books wrote the following review of ‘The Crag’

    Mount Arapiles, in Western Victoria, is a haven for climbers – hundreds of metres of rugged cliff faces and outcrops for all who love the sport, from beginners to experts breaking records with new routes. Paramedic Skye Sayers and her partner Callum live for the exhilaration and focus of climbing, having moved from Melbourne to a more easygoing lifestyle in nearby Horsham – a haven threatened by Skye’s discovery of a dead body while she is walking their dogs. When the police discover that the body shows signs of death by climbing fall, Detective Elly Shaw calls on Skye’s expertise to assist her in the field. As the two of them travel back and forth from Melbourne to Horsham and up and down the rockface searching for the truth, their determination reveals the cracks in their own lives and their insecurities.

    Elly is a skilled detective who lives a solitary life, afraid of letting anybody in, afraid of revealing her worst self-doubt. Skye’s decision to start a family with Callum fills her with both hope for the future and a fear of his past, and of his inability to remove himself fully from the grip of his brother Andrew, a man about to be sentenced for a drug-fuelled hit-and-run. The two women circle each other, Elly pushing back against Skye’s eagerness, and Skye pushing all of Elly’s boundaries, both unsure of the friendship that blossoms. The Crag is both a thrilling police procedural set against the backdrop of Arapiles’ unsettling, looming beauty, and a simmering exploration of the cruelty that women can face from men: from the everyday dismissal of a friend’s bad behaviour towards women, to a disturbing look into job offers for tourists and refugees in regional Australia, and, finally, to murder. This is for readers who love Margaret Hickey, Adrian Hyland, Dervla McTiernan, or a gripping read that traverses the Australian landscape.

    .

    24th September

    September saw the publication of  ‘Quarterly Essay No. 95’ titled ‘High Noon: Trump, Harris and America on the Brink’  Is the United States disintegrating?

    In ‘High Non’  Don Watson offers a report from the United States that catches the madness and theatre of an election like no other.
    This is a historically informed, mordant account of Donald Trump, Kamala Harris and a country approaching democratic high noon. From Los Angeles to New York, from Detroit to Kalamazoo, Watson observes America in all its diversity and conflict, reality and unreality. Above all, he sees the threat posed by Trump and his movement, with its blend of menace and glee, Great Replacement theory and electoral malpractice. Do Harris and the Democrats have what it takes? Can America mend its divisions? Do enough of its voters even want to?
    An essential essay about a crucial moment of choice, and of course, very topical.

    Certainly  a wide-ranging piece of writing, and for a while I wondered when Watson was going to get to the point of the Essay, interesting historical perspective leading up to both candidates.

    Interesting that this afternoon, after reading the essay, I for some reason found myself watching a Trump rally, and later,  part of a rally by his opponent in the upcoming US election  Trump had nothing good to say about anyone not on his side, and that attitude dominated much of his 90 minutes. Kamala Harris not to the same degree.  Anyone who is an opponent of Trump should fear for their future should Trump win the election –  vindictive, unforgiving, revengeful. In both cases, one has to admit that the mass rallies of supporters was somewhat infectious – or could we say more accurately, certainly in Trump’s case, perhaps, brainwashed.

    26th September

    Another book about an inspiring Australian woman – titled ‘Sister Viv’ by Grantlee Kieza, [published in 2024, of 344 pages] – this is the heart-rending, yet inspirational story of the nursing hero who survived a wartime massacre and dedicated her life to saving others.

    Bangka Island, 1942: Australian Army nurse Vivian Bullwinkel was just twenty-six when Japanese soldiers marched her and her fellow nurses into the shallow waters of a remote beach to be executed.

    Earlier, when the Japanese attacked Singapore in 1942, she and sixty-four other nurses were ordered to evacuate, but soon their ship was bombed by enemy aircraft. Some of the women drowned, but Viv made it to Radji Beach on Bangka Island, off Sumatra, with twenty-one of her nursing colleagues………………………………………………

    There Japanese soldiers forced the women to wade back into the sea, and as Vivian felt a bullet slam into her back, she fell face down into the water then waited to die as the soldiers bayonetted survivors. Somehow Vivian lived. For the next three and a half years Viv was a prisoner of war in a series of brutal Japanese camps where she helped other inmates survive the horror [and believe me, reading this book, it was so often, unimageable horror]. When peace was restored, she went on to become a giant of Australian nursing – and was a key driver of Operation Babylift, the mass rescue of young orphans during the Vietnam War. For her extraordinary efforts, Vivian was awarded numerous honours, but she never forgot her fallen colleagues, whose lives she paid tribute to with her service to nursing.

    On a personal note, my Father was a returned serviceman from World War Two where he was part of the Australian forces defending New Guinea and potentially Australia from the invading Japanese forces, a service which included a period with Field Ambulance divisions. Dad had a gentle Christian soul, who in his brief post-war life, as well as being a loving and devoted father, husband son and brother, dedicated most of his spare hours to caring for others less fortunate than himself, including the disturbed and mentally ill, especially young people. And yet despite the kindness in his heart to all he met, he would find it, in those early post war years, so difficult to forgive the Japanese soldiers and their leaders for their brutality and inhumanity during the 2nd World War, and in the years previous as Japan invaded and ravaged with equal brutality, the people of China. This book makes it easy to understand why forgiveness would be so difficult at that time.

    In retrospect, had he been given the opportunity of an extended life, I’m certain those difficulties would have faded, and his views become more moderate with the new generations of Japanese people. Perhaps at the time of his passing, those views, some 24 years after the war’s end, already had changed.

    Reading ‘Sister Viv’ is not a pleasant exercise. In addition to the 21 nurses on the beach, so many of her other associate nurses who survived the early escape from Singapore, and ended up with Viv in the Japanese POW camps, did not survive that ordeal, whether through torture, execution, starvation, or disease.

    On the 18th September, 1945 [my Dad’s 24th birthday], the Age newspaper reported that – “Further graphic stories which revealed their fortitude during three years and a half of terrible trials as prisoners of war were related today by a party of 24 nurses, who were liberated in Sumatra only 48 hours ago…….The nurses are survivors of a party of 65 evacuated from Singapore on February 12, 1942. Of the remaining 41, 33 were either drowned off Banka Island [after their ‘escape’ vessel was bombed] or else shot or bayoneted to death in a mass murder on the seashore near Mundok on February 15, 1942, and eight died in the Sumatra prison camp this year of malnutrition and cerebral malaria. Among the rescued nurses is Staff Nurse V. Bullwinkel, who is the only survivor of the Mundok horror……..She was shot through the side, fell into the water, and lost consciousness, but she was washed ashore. Later, she recovered, and struggled into the jungle. Realising that starvation was near, she surrendered to a Japanese naval officer [she surrendered together with a seriously wounded young English soldier, she had earlier found hiding in the jungle, who’d also being shot on the beach, but survived].

    Not sure if the world has learnt much about the sanctity of life since that time, as we watch daily on our TV screens, etc, the horrors currently been carried out in Ukraine, the Middle East, the Sudan, and Myanmar to name a few.

  • The Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 14: Issue 7:     27th May, 2024: Two more books to be considered.

    Following are some broad comments on two books read recently, as listed:

    • Line in the Sand by Dean Yates [2023] [on the question of PTSD]; and,
    • Black Duck: A Year at Yumburra, by Bruce Pascoe and Lyn Harwood [2024];

    17th May           

     ‘Line in the Sand’ by Dean Yates [published in 2023, 335 pages].  The powerful and personal story of the war time journalist, Dean Yates and the way in which he descended into the world of PTSD, arising out of various conflicts and natural disasters he reported on, and essentially brought to the surface by the incident of July, 2007, when two of his Reuter’s staff members [and other bystanders] were brutally gunned down by an American helicopter in Iraq. Yates’ memoirs are based on his extensive personal journals, together with emails and other documents. All brought to a head by the revelations of that 2007 incident that has seen Julian Assange incarcerated for more than a decade when he shared the findings of Chelsea Manning and released the video ‘Collateral Murder’ in April 2010. For years, Yates’ PTSD was accentuated by his feeling of moral failure in that he had not done enough to prevent the deaths of his un-armed colleagues and the other innocent bystanders, nor to press hard enough as a journalist, for the truth to come out.

    A difficult book to read at times, from both the deeply personal depiction of PTSD, and the ways in which modern warfare is so often conducted.  One quotation from near the end of Yates memoirs.

    ‘Can the same be said for Collateral Murder? Absolutely. Americans had a right to know how their government was conducting war in Iraq. How their taxpayer money was being spent.  The cost being imposed on Iraqis.  So did the people of Australia, whose conservative government had eagerly followed Bush into Iraq. It was in the global public interest because up to that moment, so much of the war in Iraq was hidden from view.  ‘Collateral Murder’ runs a mere 38 minutes. But from the pilot chatter and the casual way permission was given to open fire, we can reasonably assume this was the everyday in Iraq and Afghanistan. The attack on the van was not out of the ordinary’ [page 293].

    As described in various sources
    Dean Yates was the ideal warzone correspondent: courageous, compassionate, dedicated. After years of facing the worst, though, including the Bali bombings and the Boxing Day tsunami, one final incident undid him. In July 2007, two of his staff members were brutally gunned down by an American helicopter in Iraq.
    What followed was an unravelling of everything Dean thought he knew of himself. His PTSD was compounded by his moral wound – the devastation of what he thought he knew of the world and his own character and beliefs. After years of treatment, including several stints inside a psychiatric facility, Dean has reshaped his view of the true meaning of life. Here, in all its guts and glory, is that journey to a better way of being. Dean has been to the blackest heart of humanity and come out with strength and hope.
    Line in the Sand is a memoir that is going to resonate for generations to come. It tackles the most important topic of our age in an unforgettable way.

    About the author

    Dean Yates is a workplace mental health expert, public speaker, podcast host, and journalist. He is an outspoken advocate on mental health, press freedom and government accountability.
    Dean worked for 26 years at Reuters, the international news agency. He was bureau chief in Iraq, responsible for 100 people, and later head of mental health strategy from 2017-2020.
    Dean lives in Evandale in Tasmania with his life partner Mary Binks and their three adult children Patrick, Belle and Harry.

    From QBD Books  – a selection from the book, produced for QBD blog readers, and shared for my readers on here:

    I was a successful foreign correspondent brought to the brink of suicide by workplace trauma, who recovered because of my obsession to get better and the human connection of my family and a mental health system that worked (yes, you read that right).
    A combination of factors tipped me into turmoil after my PTSD diagnosis in early 2016: emotional denial about my condition; a psychiatrist in Hobart who didn’t get me; social isolation; and indifferent bosses. Then I was a risk to myself.

    One night in late July 2016 I told my wife Mary that I was “toxic” to my family, I just wanted to find peace. I had a plan. Mary was loving but firm: “You need to be hospitalised in a psych ward, and soon.”
    Two weeks later I was in the Ward 17 psych unit run by Austin Health in Melbourne, a specialist PTSD unit that treats veterans and first responders.

    Establishing safety began the moment I entered. Sure, my anxiety was sky-high, but the intake interviews eased me into accepting I needed hospitalisation. There was no stigma about the word suicide. The building itself was peaceful. I had a private room. Within 24 hours I was sitting across from Dr Maryam, my new psychiatrist, a woman born in Iran who was curious about me. My mind and body felt safe. My treating team could begin to try to stabilise the symptoms I’d accrued from covering the Bali bombings, the Boxing Day tsunami, the Iraq War, from losing two staff to a US gunship attack in Baghdad on July 12, 2007.

    Human connections underpinned the treatment I got during three admissions to Ward 17. Dr Maryam, spiritual care worker Cath and social worker Christina helped change the

    course of my life. They opened their hearts and took the journey with me. Psychologists Dee and Wendy did it back home in Tasmania. Mary has always been there, ready to talk, listen and to also challenge me if she thought I wasn’t travelling well. It was Mary who said I needed to return to Ward 17 in 2017, and then again the following year. She shared her observations with my treating team. There were no secrets.
    I suspect some practitioners prefer to stay behind walls they call boundaries. It’s safer there. Mary was a journalist for 20 years, took 13 years off to raise our three kids then re-trained as a counsellor. She came across this great quote when counselling refugees from war-torn parts of the world: ‘I’d rather a therapist with a warm heart and no boundaries than a therapist with a cold heart and firm boundaries.’ Of course, no one should take the ‘no boundaries’ thing literally. But I’ve seen 25 doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists about my mental state. I know when someone sees me. I feel connection. I can sense a cold heart from a warm one. I know waitlists are horrendous, but if your gut tells you that your therapist doesn’t want to take the journey with you, find one who will.
    I’ve concluded from the seven years I spent writing my book that the most critical factor in trauma recovery is the quality of someone’s support network: family, friends, GP, counsellor, psychologist/psychiatrist, employer, workmates, access to hospital services, housing, the justice system. Yes, a support network extends beyond family and friends. It’s the breadth and depth of those networks and how they function together – not the original trauma – that largely determines recovery outcomes. In other words, whether a trauma survivor can find safety. Process their trauma, rebuild relationships, find purpose in life, and live with dignity.
    Human connection is the foundation to this.

    Writing in the Australian Book Review [July, 2023], from where I gained the impetus to purchase this book, Kevin Foster begins the article as follows:

    We’ve all seen the video. The black and white images are washed out, almost solarised, by the heat and glare of a Baghdad morning in 2007. As the men walk and mingle on the street, we can make out the length of their hair, pick out the skinny from the stocky, and identify what they are wearing, loose trousers, casual shirts – one with distinctive broad stripes. Mercifully, we cannot discern their individual features. All the while, the Apache helicopter hovers, unseen and unheard, its cameras trained on the men below. The crew exchange terse messages with US troops in the area and their commanders back at the flight line. Having identified weapons that the men carry and confirmed that they are not coalition forces, the crew request and receive permission to engage, manoeuvring the gunship to get a clearer shot.

    Suddenly, shockingly, the ground around the men erupts as the Apache deploys its 30mm Cannon Chain Gun. This weapon is not a ‘gun’ like a rifle, shotgun, or other small arm, but ‘a combat-vehicle mounted war cannon engineered to take out enemy vehicles, convoys or troop concentrations’. It fires 300 rounds per minute. You can imagine, but probably shouldn’t, what it does to a human body. Most of the men fall where they are hit, some manage a few paces before they are cut down. Through the cloud of dust and debris that has been thrown up by the hail of fire, those still twitching or crawling are shot again. When a minivan driver taking his two children to school stops to help the wounded, his vehicle is riddled with fire, the driver is killed, and the children injured. Besides the driver of the van, Saleh Matasher Tomal, two more of the victims are civilians, both employees of Reuters, one a twenty-two-year-old photographer, Namir Noor-Eldeen, the other a driver and fixer, Saeed Chmagh, a forty-year-old father of four. The Apache crew had mistakenly identified the telephoto lens on Namir’s camera as an RPG – a rocket propelled grenade launcher.

    25th May

    When I read and reviewed Bruce Pascoe’s book ‘Dark Emu’ a few years ago, I admitted to being a little sceptical about some of his claims regarding ancient practices of the Indigenous peoples, while at the same time, recognising that Pascoe was likely to have much more authentic evidence, than the opinions coming from those inflicting  personal attacks after it’s publication,  sprouted by people like Andrew Bolt and the like! Pascoe faced harsh criticism, and vicious innuendos when the book was released, by Bolt in particular, claiming that Pascoe’s claims of Indigenous descent were a pack of lies! And many jumped on that bandwagon. I personally had no reason to disputePascoe’sclaim.
    So it was with interest that I have just finished reading ‘Black Duck: A Year at Yumburra’ by Bruce Pascoe [with Lyn Harwood], published in 2024, 290 pages.
    This was a fascinating read, and written describing a period of 12 months [and six seasons] with Pascoe, his family, friends, and business and community associates and their daily activities. It was centred around his property at Yumburra [near Mallacoota], where the organisation ‘Black Duck Foods’ was established, as a guideline for developing traditional food growing and land management processes based on old Indigenous practices. As noted in the book blurb, the authors ‘invite us to imagine a different future for Australia, one where we can honour our relationship with nature and improve agriculture and forestry’. I could comment in quite substantial detail about many aspects of this book, but just a few points which stand out from my reading of it.

    • The amazing inter-action that Pascoe demonstrates with the native birds and animals that he comes into contact with on a daily, almost hourly basis, over the 12 months of the book’s time line.
    • The enormity of the many trips to takes to gives speeches, presentations, attend family get-togethers, and community and regional functions, etc – I could almost feel the exhaustion, and his relief at returning home to Yumburra after those many ventures away;
    • Pascoe’s very personal perspectives on the effect on himself and the people of Mallacoota during the 2019/2020 bushfire disaster.
    • The extensive glossary of Aboriginal words demonstrated for the many birds, animals and plant life described through the course of the book.
    • Pascoe’s frequent references as part of his everyday life, to seemingly minor issues, viz, returning home after a tiring day, and simply didn’t feel; like cooking a meal; regular flashbacks to this sporting achievements [or failures]; the Richmond Football team; and most importantly, the insertion from time to time of the reactions, and the affect on him, of comments and/or criticisms about his Black Emu book, and his almost philosophical attitude to accepting the attacks that arose from that publication.

    A few brief quotations to perhaps illustrate this normality so often of much of his life”

    • I’m aware that I often complain about tiredness but it is a fact of my life these days’
    • Neither am I as tolerant of cold weather. There was a severe frost on the last day of July and it made me ache;
    • The lyrebirds had been really loud and active over the last few weeks, as the autumn weather gets hold of the country….Their calls really do take over at this time of year and their increased activity is a delight;
    • I wasn’t picked in Mallacoota’s grand final cricket side! What, ..you can’t find a place for a seventy -four-year-old of limited agility whose bowling no longer rotates…..;
    • Lyn and I went to a frog identification workshop in the Genoa Community Hall and got very enthused. To celebrate I cooked a roast meal for the family on the BBQ firepit;
    • The Murnong [a Yam daisy plant] undergoes a real dieback in late summer but are now shooting again. The lilies never seem to go into recess and we have found that we can get delicious tubers for at least nine months of the year and often twenty to thirty tubers per plant. …I think this will be a staple of Australian Salads in the future. But will Aboriginal people  be allowed in the industry? Or is ir just one more dispossession?
    • Wonga pie [from the Wonga Pigeon] is a favourite meal, unsustainable for 26 million people, but very tolerable when the human population  was 1-2 million, and the totemic system ensured no food was over-harvested;
    • Their ‘relatively pet’  Ganggang Cockatoo [named Clark] –  A magpie eventually stabbed Clark in the eye and killed him. Just one more reason to hate Collingwood!
    • I love the Kings Cross Hotel but, while the view from it is colourful and lively, and I never tire of that vibrance, I do grieve for the struggle of many of those lives. Next morning, I had a sad breakfast in the dirtiest  café I have see in years. Home of the desperate.

    And so we could go on!!!   Indeed, as described as part of it’s publicity, this book is –  ‘a deeply personal story about the consequences and responsibility of disrupting Australia’s history’  – [history from the European perspective anyway].

    In summary, Bruce Pascoe and Lyn Harwood have invited us onto the Country they call home in Black Duck: A Year at Yumburra, reflecting on life after publishing Dark Emu.  In the aftermath of devastating bushfires in north-eastern Victoria, the couple rebuilt their farm. Here, they run the Aboriginal social enterprise Black Duck Foods, committed to traditional food-growing

    I can do a much better job of describing this book through the views of another author – Tony Birch is an Aboriginal Australian author, academic and activist. He regularly appears on ABC local radio and Radio National shows and at writers’ festivals.  Writing for the Sydney Morning Herald on April 4th, 2024,  he described ‘Black Duck’  as ‘At its heart, Bruce Pascoe’s Black Duck is a love story of both people and Country’. I’ve copied his article in full, and it begins with a summary of the outcome of Pascoe’s Dark Emu, and how the success of the book [despite the criticism it received] partially led to the Black Duck project.

    Tony Birch writes  – 

    ‘When Bruce Pascoe published Dark Emu with the Indigenous-owned publishing house Magabala Books, he could not have foreseen the phenomenon that the book would create. Ten years after its release in 2014, Dark Emu has sold close to 400,000 copies. It has had a major impact on our understanding of the relationship between Aboriginal agriculture and Country.

    The book has also met with controversy, most of it surfacing when it became obvious that the reception of Dark Emu was also producing energetic dialogues of inclusion and respect between Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal Australians.

    Pascoe’s critics took aim at his argument that Aboriginal people could not be relegated to the status of mere hunter-gatherers. The irony should not be lost that those who suddenly sought to privilege the concept of the hunter-gatherer, were defending a trope that had historically supported the legal sleight of hand, terra nullius, being that Aboriginal peopled wandered on Country and had no productive claim to it.

    What Bruce Pascoe highlighted with Dark Emu was a sophisticated interconnection between agriculture, sustainability and Country.

    While some argued over the interpretation of archival documents and footnotes, others influenced by the book accepted the generosity offered by Pascoe in subsequent lectures, writers festival conversations and the inevitable Ted-Talk.

    Pascoe was able to harness a willingness, or more perhaps an existential desire, among a sector of the non-Aboriginal community to end a narrative of conflict, to reconsider their relationships to Aboriginal people and Country, and to proactively address the ecological damage to land caused by colonial agricultural practices and increasingly, climate change.

    Dark Emu was primarily a challenge to existing power structures and the marginalisation of Aboriginal people. Pascoe was able to build strong and sustainable relationships, which were themselves a threat to the inequitable status quo. Aboriginal communities became interested in Pascoe’s work.

    It was gratifying for Aboriginal people, particularly in south-eastern Australia, to realise that, finally, their traditional land-management practices were being valued, and that young people in their communities could engage with Country with renewed pride. Non-Aboriginal rural communities and farmers were also influenced by Pascoe’s research. Some have since forged partnerships with him.

    Black Duck: A Year at Yumburra is structured as the story of a year’s activities on Yumburra farm, a property on far south-east Gippsland where Bruce Pascoe and his partner, Lyn Harwood, run the enterprise Black Duck Foods. It is a venture they were able to establish due to the commercial success of Dark Emu.

    The book visits the six seasons of Indigenous culture on the farm, from “late summer”, through “autumn”, “winter”, “early” and “late spring”, before ending in “early summer” the following year. We are provided with an insight into the commercial operation of the farm, and Pascoe’s poetic eulogising of the bread baked from harvesting indigenous grain. He sure loves his bread.

    We also meet the many characters, both Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal people who have been drawn to Pascoe’s vision. But Black Duck is far more than a log of a farmer’s year on the land, a story of the occasional eccentricities of rural life, or Pascoe’s need to habitually mention the Richmond Football Club. (An annoying, decades-old tic of his.)

    This is a deeply philosophical book. It is the story of a man and the woman he loves deeply, their growth as individuals, as a couple, and parents and grandparents, deeply respectful of Country and the need to live humbly with it. At its heart, Black Duck is a story of watching, listening, reflecting and hopefully, growing.

    It may seem odd to describe the book as a “comfort read”. The book addresses the difficult issues of frontier violence and massacre, the heartbreak of seeing a loved dog in pain and having to shoot it, and the continuing damage done to Country by the ill-informed and wilfully ignorant. The concept of comfort could also dilute the power of Black Duck, particularly when the political etymology of the work conjures memories of ex-prime minister John Howard’s “relaxed and comfortable” recipe for engaging with the past.

    Black Duck reinforces our need to actively care for Country. There are many people across Australia doing so, regardless of the obstacles they face. I take comfort from the fact that having faced damaging bushfires, droughts and the increasing occurrence of un-natural events, people such Pascoe, Harwood and many others reject a sense of helplessness. They are on the front line of ecological activism in the truest sense.

     I take great comfort in my understanding that Aboriginal communities across the continent are the knowledge holders we need to protect Country into the future, and to fully value the non-human animal and plant species that create the balance we require to become genuinely inclusive.’

    About the authors

    Lyn Harwood has worked as an editor and artist amongst many other things.

    Bruce  Pascoe is a Yuin, Bunurong and Tasmanian man and a writer of literary fiction, non-fiction, poetry, essays and children’s literature. He is the enterprise professor in Indigenous Agriculture at the University of Melbourne. He is best known for his work Dark Emu: Aboriginal Australia and the Birth of Agriculture.

  • The Coachbuilder’s Column: Volume 14: Issue 6: 7th May, 2024: Gertrude Bell, the Desert Queen and other books

    This contribution looks at three books read over recent weeks.  I’ve included some parts of professional reviews together with my own brief comments.

    • Desert Queen by Janet Wallach;
    • The Wartime Book Club by Kate Thompson; and
    • Milat by Clive Small & Tom Gilling

    21st April

    I recently watched a 2015 movie about this lady, which encouraged a search for a book about her.  Desert Queen: The Extraordinary Life of Gertrude Bell: Adventurer, Advisor to Kings, Ally of Lawrence of Arabia, by Janet Wallach, 1st published in 1996; 419 pages. The book was ordered from England, and arrived some three months later.

    As ‘Goodreads’ describes it – ‘What makes this book remarkable is that it teaches both history, WW1 and the Middle East, and is a biographical exposé on a remarkable woman: Gertrude Bell’ . Indeed it does all of that, and so much more.  ‘Turning away from the privileged world of the “eminent Victorians,” Gertrude Bell (1868—1926) explored, mapped, and excavated the world of the Arabs. Recruited by British intelligence during World War I, she played a crucial role in obtaining the loyalty of Arab leaders, and her connections and information provided the brains to match T. E. Lawrence’s brawn. After the war, she played a major role in creating the modern Middle East and was, at the time, considered the most powerful woman in the British Empire.  In this masterful biography, Janet Wallach shows us the woman behind these achievements–a woman whose passion and defiant independence were at odds with the confined and custom-bound England she left behind. Too long eclipsed by Lawrence, Gertrude Bell emerges at last in her own right as a vital player on the stage of modern history, and as a woman whose life was both a heartbreaking story and a grand adventure.

    Amazon goes further – ‘Here is the story of Gertrude Bell, who explored, mapped, and excavated the Arab world throughout the early twentieth century. Recruited by British intelligence during World War I, she played a crucial role in obtaining the loyalty of Arab leaders, and her connections and information provided the brains to match T. E. Lawrence’s brawn. After the war, she played a major role in creating the modern Middle East and was, at the time, considered the most powerful woman in the British Empire’. What is not mentioned there is the actual role she played in helping to create the origins of the modern state of Iraq, as part of the pre-WW1 configuration of the broader Middle East, and this I found of particular interest [see quote from pps 214-215 below].

    Writing for Publishers Weekly [www.publishersweekly.com]

    ‘To Sir Mark Sykes, the pre-WWI British Foreign Office Arabist, “”that damned fool,”” Miss Bell, created an “”uproar”” wherever she went in the Middle East and was “”the terror of the desert.”” Three social seasons were all a young lady of good family was allotted to snare a husband. Gertrude Bell (1868-1926) had thrice failed and received the consolation prize, a trip to Teheran to visit her uncle, the British envoy there. After that, she could not be kept close to the dank family manse in Northumbria but was drawn to the sun-drenched Middle East. Dominated even there by her Victorian father, head of a family-owned ironworks, she was denied permission to marry a moneyless diplomat. She refused–to her later regret–a married lover in the military and assuaged her disappointment by pressing British interests in Arab lands east of Suez, becoming in effect the maker of postwar Iraq. The first woman to earn a first-class degree in modern history at Oxford, she wrote seven influential books on the Middle East and, following WWI, was named oriental secretary to the British High Commission in Iraq. Not just another book about an eccentric lady traveller, this colourful, romantic biography tells of a woman with an inexhaustible passion for place that did not always substitute successfully for continuing heartbreak. Despite some maudlin passages, Wallach, coauthor with her husband, John Wallach, of Arafat, vividly evokes a memorable personality’.

    In order to illustrate just a few brief aspects of Gertrude Bell’s life and work, I’ve selected various quotations from throughout the book, and while these snippets from the earlier sections of the book don’t do justice to her life in total, they provide some indication of how she was perceived by those she worked for over a number of decades in the Middle East.

    • Jerusalem. To Christians it was the way to God, the site of Christ’s crucifixion and Ascension, the scene of the Last Supper, the Via Dolorosa and the Stations of the Cross, close to Bethlehem, where Christ was born. To Muslims it was the opening to Allah, the third holiest city in Islam, the place where Muhammad was carried from Mecca on his legendary steed and where he rose mystically to heaven. To Jews it was the symbol of their homeland, the capital of ancient Israel, created by King David when he united the Hebrew tribes,  and the resting place of the Ark of the Law, their covenant with God. To some people, such as sixteenth-century German mapmakers, it was the center of the world. To the Ottoman Empire, which ruled it now, it was a prized possession [page 44];
    • Re. mountain climbing exploits:  “’Had she not been full of courage and determination, we must have perished. Of all the amateur climbers he had known, he added – men and women – no one had equaled her ‘in coolness, bravery and judgement;” [page 65];
    • She adored breaking new ground, being the center of attention, with everyone’s eyes and ears on her. But no less fascinated by those whom she deemed of particular interest, she focused her own attention on the way they thought and behaved. At home however, life had curdled from ennui. The English were too predictable; she could tell in advance what a politician might do or what her dinner partner might say. The one group she had met that was different was the Arabs; they excited her.   They stimulated her imagination; they were romantic, exotic, mysterious, unplumbed. [page 68].
    • She wanted to inform the English of the ways of the East. She would tell them about the Arab world and it’s culture; it’s people, Bedouin tribesmen and educated townsmen; it’s language, flowery and circuitous; it’s manners, both primitive and polished; its delicate art; it’s intricate architecture; it’s history of holy wars and conquests; it’s literature filled with symbolism and poetry;  it’s politics thraught with international rivalries and tribal revenge; it’s religion of Islam; it’s wailing music; it’s food stapes of flat bread and yogurt; it’s commerce of bazaar merchants and international traders; it’s agriculture of wheat farming and camel grazing; it’s fertile soil; it’s oil-rich sand; it’s terrain of palm trees, incidental water and endless desert. [page 70];
    • The Oriental’s action is guided by traditions of conduct and morality that go back to the beginnings of civilisation, traditions unmodified as yet by any important change in the manner of life to which they apply and out of which they arose. [page 72];
    • Gertrude saw herself as the equal of any man, but most women, she was firmly convinced, were not. [page 83];
    • When the British troops marched into the Baghdad of 1917, a thousand years of splendour and almost a million people, history had swept most of that away. The tyrannical force the Mongiols, the feudal rule of the Persians, the corrupt occupations  of the Turks, and the plagues and floods of the nineteenth century had wiped out most of the city –  the British found only 200,000 people, mostly Sunni Muslims and Jews living in shabby buildings inside the crumbling city walls. [page 194].
    • Regarding Gertrude’s influence on the Arabs:  Upon receiving her eloquent plea, the Arab chief said, he summoned his men from the desert and read the letter aloud. ‘My brothers, you have heard what the woman has to say to us. She is only a woman, but she is a mighty and valiant one. Now we all know that Allah has made all women inferior to men. But if the women of the Anglez are like her, the men must be like lions in strength and valour. We had better make peace with them’. [page 197];
    • Regarding the Balfour Declaration of 1917 [basically Palestine for the Jews] – Gertude wrote ‘I hate Mr Balfour’s Zionist pronouncement. It’s my belief that it can’t be carried out, the country is wholly unsuited to the ends the Jews have in view; it is a poor land, incapable of great development and with a solid two-thirds of it’s population Mohammedan Arabs who look on Jews with contempt. To my mind it’s a wholly artificial scheme divorced from all relation to facts and I wish it the ill success it deserves, and will get’. Part of her prediction came true, with the trouble between the Arabs and the Jews lasting to this day. But the wholly artificial scheme of a Jewish national homeland, became a reality [though at great cost to others !!]. [page 202-203];
    • Exhilarated as she was over defining the borders, she was even more excited about constructing a brand new state. There had never being an independent Iraq, no political entity, no administrative unit had ever existed.  No borders like these had been drawn since ancient times; no western banner had ever flown over it. Now she was not only deciding a country; she was devising its shape and determining its composition; who would lead it, how it would be governed, who would be included in its citizenry, what would be its laws and institutions. Imperialist and Orientalist both, she was creating an asset for England, constructing an entity for the Arabs. [pages 214-215];
    • Gertrude wrote: Muslim women who never go out of the house and see no one are absolutely helpless in the face of their menfolk and there’s such a feeling  against interfering in a man’s domestic affairs that no one does anything to help. [page 329];
    • Upon her death in 1926, King George, writing to her parents: ‘The Queen and I are grieved to hear of the death of your distinguished and gifted daughter whom we held in high regard. The nation will wish us mourn the loss of one who by her intellectual powers, force of character and personal courage rendered important and what I trust will prove lasting benefit to the country and those regions where she worked with such devotion and self-sacrifice..’

    As noted by a number of reviewers and publishers –  ‘Too long eclipsed by Lawrence, Gertrude Bell emerges at last in her own right as a vital player on the stage of modern history, and as a woman whose life was both a heartbreaking story and a grand adventure’. This was a real personal exercise in learning so much about the make-up of the Middle East prior to World War I, and un the immediate decades following that world conflict. In many ways, also an interesting follow up from two recent books read [and reviewed previously in this Column] in relation to the Australian Light Horse  and their exploits in Egypt and the Middle East and ‘historical’ Biblical areas of that part of the world. I’d not realised just how mch influence and control, Turkey had in that part of the world prior to WWI

    26th April

    ‘The Wartime Book Club by Kate Thompson, published in 2024, 430 pages, [plus 72 pages of reflections, appendices and historical notes and photos].  A wonderful historical book, written as a novel, but based on true events – the story of the Nazi occupation of Jersey  in the Channel Islands during 1943 and the surrounding years.  I’d never given much thought to this aspect of World War II and had a limited knowledge of the events in the Channel Islands.

    On this occasion, Kate Thompson brings to reality, the severity of the hardships, the brutality, faced by an ordinary peaceful community as their cobbled streets become dominated by the presence of German soldiers during most of the war period, and their lives and daily activities are completely by the occupation forces.

    We read of Jerdsey’s only librarian, and her reaction  to the  Nazi orders to destroy certain books,  where instead she hides many such books away in secrecy, and also, in an attempt to raise the morale of the local community, forms a wartime book club, which achieves its aims, bringing into the hearts and souls of much of the population, a need for books and reading which for many had never existed before  –   until eventually, it was  shut down by the Germans.

    The other interesting storyline, involved the post office and the workers who attempted, often unsuccessfully, to either stop letters or delay their receipt to the Germans, written by local residents ‘dobbing in’ neighbours for hiding escapees, or breaking some other rule or law imposed by the occupiers.

    I found an especially intriguing aspect of the book was that at the beginning of most chapters, some of those banned books are listed and described, some perhaps surprising examples, such as:

    • The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck;
    • Oliver Twist by Charles Dickins [because it featured Jewish characters];
    • The books of Sigmund Freud [he died in exile in Britain from cancer, while four of his sisters died in concentration camps];
    • All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque [depictions of German failures in WWI];
    • Ernest Hemingway’s writings [corrupting influence];
    • The Call of the Wild by Jack London;
    • Bambi, a Life in the Woods by Felix Salten, banned because of it’s darker origins about persecution and anti-Semitism in 1920s Austria;
    • The Complete Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm, with many of these stories banned, while later, the Allies banned the tales in Germany after the fall of the Nazis, who glorified Little Red Riding Hood into a symbol of the German people saved from the Jewish wolf…………………………..and so on, including a number of German writers who views did not paint the picture desired by the Nazis.

    From  Goodreads and other publishers –  ‘From enchanting cliff tops and white sandy bays to the pretty cobbled streets of St Helier, Jersey is known as the land of milk and honey. But for best friends Bea Rose, the local postwoman, and Grace Le Motte, who works in the island’s only library, it becomes the frontline to everyday resistance when their beloved island is occupied by German forces in 1940.  Inspired by astonishing true events, THE WARTIME BOOK CLUB is an unforgettable story of everyday bravery and resistance, full of romance, drama, and camaraderie and a tribute to the joy of reading and the power of books in our darkest hour’.

    Or as succinctly described by Booktopia this book ‘Based on astonishing real events, The Wartime Book Club is a ‘love letter’ to the power of books in the darkest of times – as well as a moving page-turner that brings to life the remarkable, untold story of an island at war.’  Well worth a read!!

    2nd May

    If the foregoing suggested reading is not grim enough, let me point you to a 2014 publication  ‘Milat: Inside Australia’s Biggest Manhunt: A Detective’s Story’ by Clive Small and Tom Gilling [328 pages]. A detailed former detective’s chilling and forensic description of what was described as the biggest and most complex manhunt in Australian history. The story of Ivan Milat, the serial killer who preyed on young hitchhikers and back-packers who were the innocent victims of a brutal murderer. Belanglo – a place that became synonymous with pure evil.  A very  powerful read,   and quite obviously written from the mind and analytical writing of a former detective, who in fact worked on the case.

    Behind the many false leads and dead ends, precious clues emerged that pointed to one man.

    The book concludes with very detailed descriptions in a series of appendices of the circumstances [and often minute details] implicating Ivan Milat in the seven backpacker murders and the attempted abduction of an 8th person, together with detailed technical descriptions of the weapons, etc, used in those crimes.

    In summary terms, this is the story of how Ivan Milst was caught. The author, Clive Small, detective in the case, takes the reader inside the operation as he led his team, and how they painstakingly pieced together the evidence that would put Milat behind bars. But as the publicity for the book notes, questions remained, basically unanswered such as did he act alone, were there other victims, and how much did his large family really know?

    The book, in its concluding chapters, also examines various other initially unsolved murders, and refers to more than a hundred still not solved at the time of the book publication.

    As for the author, Clive Small is a former detective and Assistant Commissioner of the NSW Police. His investigations included the murder of anti-drugs campaigner Donald Mackay, the Nugan Hand bank, the shooting of police officer Michael Drury, the murder of Cabramatta MP John Newman and this book about  the backpacker murders.

    As indicated, the book goes into extremely  detailed analysis of all evidence found during the course of the examination, and if you prefer your reading not to be dominated on ongoing minute details, perhaps you might like to seek our a less investigative descriptions of the crimes and the man involved. But in writing in this fashion, we get an excellent description of the type of detail and evidence that needs to be examined so thoroughly and in many cases repeatedly to achieve a correct outcome.,