Accessibility Tools

  • Content scaling 100%
  • Font size 100%
  • Line height 100%
  • Letter spacing 100%

Archive

It’s good that Nicholas Hope has written this amusing, light-footed entertainment. Should he give up his day job as an unemployed actor, in Brushing the Tip of Fame (his first book) he has a highly readable example of his scribbling to convince editors that he could go far as a journalist, whether as a travel writer, celebrity profiler or feature writer ...

All This Talk About Careers by Kate Armstrong & Surviving Year 12 by Michael Carr-Gregg

by
June-July 2004, no. 262

Year 12 has become a year of vastly out-of-proportion significance and, according to Michael Carr-Gregg, the media, parents and, to a lesser extent, schools are to blame for the pressure on young students to achieve that all-important, life-determining ENTER score. Bunkum to those last two sentiments says Carr-Gregg, and so do I, having been through it twice with my children, and having taught first-year undergraduates for years, many of whom change courses or life trajectories when they are exposed to what tertiary education or the workforce can offer. In a book filled with research, anecdotes and practical information, Carr­Gregg provides students with sensible strategies for ignoring the hype and for getting on with managing a busy year in their lives. He addresses diet, relationships, drugs, exercise, managing stress, ‘smart’ studying tactics and approaches to exams in a manner that treats young people as capable and intelligent. A lively, conversational style, plus Tandberg’s witty cartoons, avert any preachy tone. Carr-Gregg advises parents to be supportive but to ‘bite their tongues’.

... (read more)

When faced with a new dictionary of quotations, I always test drive the section on heaven first.

This is despite the fact that the section on hell is generally longer and more engaging. My habit is a bit like reading travel porn about the ultimate destination. It’s also a good way to acquire wisdom without much effort as I wait for some kind soul to come to my rescue and publish Wisdom for Dummies, the next volume in that useful series which is still marred by some notable gaps. Parents will look in vain for Soothers for Dummies, and shopfitters won’t find Mannequins for Dummies.

... (read more)

At times like these, we would be churlish to forget how much we have to thank Americans for. Apart from anything else, they have enriched the language with the enviable expressions and patentable phrases that other English speakers, even when they are irritated, still imitate. American English is usually empowered by both oral and moral certitude, even more so in wartime. ‘History,’ says President George W. Bush portentously, ‘has called us into action.’ ‘The good guys are us,’ General Tommy Franks memorably declares just before the invasion of Iraq, warning President Bush: ‘We’re going to be suboptimised.’ Donald Rumsfeld says his bombers aren’t running out of targets, Afghanistan is. He doesn’t want diplomacy to divert the US from the coming war, so his plan is ‘to dribble this out slowly’. Vice-President Cheney assures the Saudi Ambassador, Prince Bandar: ‘Once we start, Saddam is toast.’ Then, as the troops go in, ‘Just keep praying’, Condoleeza Rice urges her colleagues. ‘Mission accomplished’, the banner reads on 1 May 2003, on board the Abraham Lincoln. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we got ’im,’ Paul Bremer hubristically tells the press after the capture of Saddam Hussein. But what CIA Director George Tenet calls ‘the price of being wrong’ is rising.

... (read more)

In Australia, Edwardian architecture has a permanent presence in our consciousness, for it has survived here better than elsewhere. It is a constant reminder of the luxurious elegance of those years, and so it comes as no surprise that such a novel exhibition has been conceived. The first survey exhibition on Edwardian art, at the National Gallery of Australia, curated by Anna Gray, is a revelation. She has chosen a remarkable selection of works, from Australian and international collections.

From room to room, formidable and flamboyant artists from the years of Edward VII’s reign, from 1901 to 1910, engage in lively debates with one another, their subjects and their collectors. Unlike survey shows which have mini monographs of a succession of individual artists, The Edwardians demonstrates the complex interrelationships between artists by a series of thoughtful juxtapositions, of paintings, small bronze sculptures, clothes (whether Roger Fry’s pyjamas or Dame Nellie Melba’s Wagnerian cloak) and cinematic extracts from early newsreels, all in dialogue with one another. The dialogue is subtle, constant and refined. It occurs between different countries, but principally between Australia and England, as artists question whether they are British or Australian, depending on their parentage, identity and location. The portraits by Tom Roberts done in England look very different, indeed Edwardian, from those he produced during his Australian years. Ann Galbally’s contribution to the catalogue is a subtle exploration of ‘expatriatism’ in art.

... (read more)

Never mind the students

Dear editor,

Andrew Norton (ABR, May 2004) is right to argue that the legislation governing the Nelson market in Australian universities gives the government too much power. The education minister refused to guarantee academic liberty, imposed a one-size-fits-all template for the structure of the university councils, and can now dictate the mix of courses that are taught. The research funding system, which forces universities to focus on work with direct commercial potential at the expense of free enquiry, is another and more damaging instance of overregulation.

But Norton is wrong to argue that the new funding and fee system, which creates full-fee places for up to thirty-five per cent of undergraduate students, and kick-starts this market with low-cost government-underwritten student loans (FEE-HELP), is ‘a long way from being a functioning market system’ of the kind that he (Norton) wants. Norton focuses on the fact that a shadow of the HECS has survived Nelson, and that there are still caps on the cost of HECS charges, but deftly ignores the full-fee market that is the transformative clement in Nelson. And Norton is absurdly wrong to state that the government’s Thatcher-style centralised market reform ‘resembles old-fashioned socialist planning’. Really? Polemic has got the better of him. Dumbing down the debate is in no one’s interests.

... (read more)

Treasures edited by Chris McAuliffe and Peter Yule & Treasures of the State Library of Victoria by Bev Roberts

by
June-July 2004, no. 262

Major events in histories of public institutions – museums, galleries, libraries and universities – lend themselves to publications that acknowledge and celebrate openings, building extension projects and anniversaries. This year marks the sesquicentenary of the State Library of Victoria (SLV), which, with the completion of its massive building extension project in 2003, is now able to present a souvenir book on the collections. While this is in no manner a catalogue of the library’s collection, it does serve as a guide and as a useful primary source for seeking the more unusual items – the treasures.

... (read more)

Pastures of the Blue Crane by Hesba Brinsmead & The Green Wind and the Wind is Silver by Thurley Fowler

by
June-July 2004, no. 262

Classics, like policemen, are getting younger. Pastures of the Blue Crane (1964) and By the Sandhills of Yamboorah (1965), the first two books reissued by the University of Queensland Press in their welcome ‘Children’s Classics’ series, are not those Australian children’s books (strangely supposed by many of my age cohort not to exist) that I read as a child, but the next generation, published in the mid-1960s when I was a young adult.

Thurley Fowler’s books were first published even more recently, in 1985 and 1991 respectively, but, like those of Reginald Ottley and Hesba Brinsmead, they are classics in that they breathe wonderful, idiosyncratic life into the people, times and legends that have helped to form today’s Australia.

... (read more)

Tears of the Maasai by Frank Coates & Far Horizon by Tony Park

by
June-July 2004, no. 262

According to some bright spark at HarperCollins, Tears of the Maasai is ‘a novel as big as Africa’, while Far Horizon, in the words of a creative Pan Macmillan employee, is apparently ‘driven by an emotion stronger than love, lust or fear: Revenge’. After such fanfare, what can the reader expect? Well, the usual ingredients of putative blockbusters set in Africa (and here I mean southern Africa): a nicely digestible Manichean view of the world, unredeemable villains, brawny, good-hearted heroes, feisty, long-legged heroines and plenty of fearsome wild animals. Rider Haggard forged the tradition in 1886 with the hugely popular King Solomon’s Mines, and Stuart Cloete and Wilbur Smith, among others, have also made good use of the exotic and seemingly anarchic qualities of Africa’s people, fauna and flora. One memorable scene in a Cloete novel featured an enraged buffalo licking the skin and flesh off the lower leg of a hapless man stuck not quite high enough in a tree. Where else but in Africa could you find such abundant and exquisite contrasts of harshness and beauty along with legends of buried treasure and the possibilities of antediluvian experience? It was perhaps, in Haggard’s day, an ur-land, where clichés sprouted and were happily swallowed by a goggle-eyed imperial audience back home.

... (read more)

Winter Grace by Jeff Guess & Nomadic by Judy Johnson

by
June-July 2004, no. 262

In these lines, taken from ‘The African Spider Cures’, Judy Johnson might almost be describing her poetics. Nomadic, Johnson’s second poetry collection, consists of well-made poems that combine objective views of the world with snippets from the poet’s personal life. In the title poem, which centres around a recent separation, Johnson compares her experience of finding an illicit love letter with a Bedouin shepherd-boy’s chance discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls: ‘There is no connection between the two events,’ she writes, ‘[…] Yet I encounter coincidence.’

... (read more)