This is a very substantial book, well made, well printed, with a good library binding, extensively researched. In appearance it is attractive and inviting, and…
Fronting up to read this book required resolution. Would it all turn out to be like its first paragraph? Much of it was, I found…
The biographer of Henry Kingsley begins with a dilemma, more marked if he is an Australian writer. We all recognize that Kingsley is an English…
Two nags from the same stable. They haven't much else to hold them in close harness, but it is enough to start a few general…
This is a worthy publication and an attractive looking book, but not one of the sort that invites the fascinated attention of a reviewer. What…
Elliott examines the Jidyworobaks' appropriation of Aboriginal culture, particularly a 'religious', or 'metaphysical' connection to the land. He argues that 'spiritual bondage to the land…
Elliott reviews the following titles:
Australian Postwar Novelists, Selected Critical Essays edited by Nancy Keesing (Jacaranda Press, Milton, Qld., 1975).
A Map ofAustralian Verse by…
Elliott reports a discovery about Gordon's time in the Mounted Police.
The critical—no, let me alter that—the crucial essay of this collection of seven is the last, in which Mr Kiernan sums up and generalizes. The…
If ever there was a hard nut for a biographer to crack, it is Richard Henry (or should it be Hengist?) Home. There must have…
INFORMATION about early colonial literary personalities is almost always hard to get, and in the case of Henry Kingsley who was nearly five years in…
Professor Roderick has for a good many years now interested himself in the work and career of Henry Lawson, and the Collected Verse, to…
We are beginning to reach a stage when the books which form the basis of our social history are emerging from obscurity and are becoming…
The centenary of the funeral of Burke and Wills affords an occasion to look back upon a poem Home wrote to celebrate their story. It…
As the paving stones go down, it becomes necessary to walk more warily. The time is gone when we could read up Henry Savery in…