Roland Allen’s history of the notebook looks at the writers and artists who used them over hundreds of years,and the object itself.
Australia has a rich tradition of remembering former prime ministers in inappropriate ways. We choose monuments that sit strangely at odds with the person they commemorate. For Scott Morrison,frankly,there are too many options.
The translation of Auschwitz survivor Jozsef Debreczeni’s memoir from 1950 is a crucial addition to the number of important books about the Holocaust.
Rachelle Unreich’s account of her mother’s life is a remarkable story of good people and good luck.
The issue that lies at the heart of Tony Birch’s latest novel is domestic violence.
Martin Flanagan’s memoir is possibly the most insightful book to so far emerge from the mangled mess of child sexual abuse in Catholic institutions.
Simon Winchester’s latest book looks at how nobody seems to need to know anything any more and what the consequences of that are
Sarah Krasnostein’s essay on Peter Carey celebrates a literary figure whose stamina is to be admired.
I can’t think of a single day that Australians celebrate that creates widespread cultural cohesion and shared gratitude.
There is a library of books about the dark side of Catholicism in Ireland. God’s Old Time,in the beauty of its language and depth of storytelling,is a novel full of light,offering solace and release.
David Graeber’s brazen and breathtaking new book argues that pirates didn’t swing on ropes from one ship to another,but rather preferred to talk.