The Suicide Gene – The Saturday Paper
Winner of the 2016 Horne Prize
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When my grandfather died in 1980, he left me an inheritance, of sorts: permission.
This essay was published in The Saturday Paper on 24th December 2016.
How to Love Football
Best Australian Essays 2016
In his life, my grandfather deeply loved only three things: his church, his wife, and the Norwood Redlegs. The first was of no interest to me, but the other two were inextricably linked.
This piece originally appeared in From the Outer (Black Inc. 2016), and I’m thrilled by its inclusion in Geordie Williamson’s Best Australian Essays for 2016.
In Pursuit of Nostalgia
The Lifted Brow
At Christmas I sat at a pizza shop by the sea. We had a family-sized Aussie to share, conveyor-belt crisp and drunk with salt. The night was hot, teeming with flies and with people and their laughter and togetherness.
Tale as Old as Time
The Big Issue
When I was nine, my dad took me to see the most wonderful movie. It had everything: far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise! We had popcorn and choc-tops and afterwards, Dad bought the soundtrack from Myer and we listened to it all the way home. My love affair with Beauty and the Beast had begun.
The Real Work: On writing one book
Kill Your Darlings
A thing writers say a lot is: ‘Then the real work begins.’ They say this about all kinds of things. Having an idea is easy – after that, the real work begins. Getting a book contract is easy – after that, the real work begins. And writers are jerks, because this is absolutely true.
As a child I would lie in bed and look up at the glow-in-the-dark stars my dad had carefully mounted, and I would think: the stars are so far away; the stars are infinite; the stars will be here long after I’m gone. I will be gone. One day, I will be gone.
Seizure – November 2015
Why speaking up about mental illness is a privilege
Daily Life – January 2016