This special issue of Granta is devoted to Australia, as it was and is, in new fiction, reportage, memoir and photography.
‘I left Australia at the age of twenty, carrying with me everything I thought I would need.’
‘Through the open window I smelt dead lupin and for a long time forgot my age.’
‘By the end of our journey together we had signally failed to understand each other, yet an unlikely, even unprecedented connection had formed.’
‘I lost my own father at 12 yrs. of age and know what it is to be raised on lies and silences’.
‘Rice in bowl with chopsticks / denotes food. Figure 1 lying prone equals other.’
“I’m looking for my daughter’s imaginary friends and you’d better bloody well believe it, mate!”
‘I hold the view that Australia is a more sweetly civilized country than England, but I don’t want people to think I’ve gone soft in the head.’
‘Mike Fordham lies under a makeshift canvas shelter at the turn-off, dying.’
‘I wished the tape would end.’
‘It was like the voice from a gramophone with a worn needle.’
‘He’d bought the Akubra and the elastic-sided boots but anyone could see he was a city bugger.’
‘The decks are brick red, the colour of old Australian verandas, as are the metal steps, the rails gloss white.’
My ninety-two-year-old father, like many of his generation, grew up in the bush and lives...
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