Essays

horne-prizeThe Suicide Gene – The Saturday Paper

Winner of the 2016 Horne Prize

‘The essay is shapely and always in the writer’s control. It is a dexterous investigation of a complex issue, personal without ever succumbing to sentimentality.’

This essay was published in The Saturday Paper on 24th December 2016.

 

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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.


screen-shot-2016-12-30-at-6-45-02-pmIn 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.


thebigissueTale 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.


Anna Spargo-Ryan on how to write a book 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.


Anna Spargo-Ryan The Guardian food writing

I exist in a fog. Some days it blows away, but some days it’s heavy and suffocating

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.


Head First
Seizure – November 2015

Why speaking up about mental illness is a privilege
Daily Life – January 2016