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The Murnane File : A Memoir
2018
single work
biography
— Appears in: Meanjin , Winter vol. 77 no. 2 2018; (p. 137-147)'When my daughter was a baby I knitted for her a pair of woollen bootees in red, green and yellow stripes. I liked them so much I kept them safely and sentimentally for 40 years. But in the end I was defeated by moths. The bootees are now just a tragic bundle of bright, broken stitches, a cluster of airy spaces held together by scrappy twists of coloured wool. They are perhaps also a kind of description of memory, a flawed tangle of broken threads, having the power to stimulate vivid images and deep emotions that have lain cradled in mystery for years and years, clouded by the wash of daily events, day after day after day.' (Introduction)
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Skim
2006
single work
review
— Appears in: The Bulletin , 29 August vol. 124 no. 6535 2006; (p. 68)
— Review of Fast, Loose Beginnings : A Memoir of Intoxications 2006 single work autobiography ; Invisible Yet Enduring Lilacs 2005 single work autobiography
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Skim
2006
single work
review
— Appears in: The Bulletin , 29 August vol. 124 no. 6535 2006; (p. 68)
— Review of Fast, Loose Beginnings : A Memoir of Intoxications 2006 single work autobiography ; Invisible Yet Enduring Lilacs 2005 single work autobiography -
The Murnane File : A Memoir
2018
single work
biography
— Appears in: Meanjin , Winter vol. 77 no. 2 2018; (p. 137-147)'When my daughter was a baby I knitted for her a pair of woollen bootees in red, green and yellow stripes. I liked them so much I kept them safely and sentimentally for 40 years. But in the end I was defeated by moths. The bootees are now just a tragic bundle of bright, broken stitches, a cluster of airy spaces held together by scrappy twists of coloured wool. They are perhaps also a kind of description of memory, a flawed tangle of broken threads, having the power to stimulate vivid images and deep emotions that have lain cradled in mystery for years and years, clouded by the wash of daily events, day after day after day.' (Introduction)