It’s funny to think this book was printed in the year of the great Emu War of 1932 (no, really).
Grant is an approachable, fluent and engaging writer and, as such, this is not only a book every Australian should read, but crucially, and accessible text that most Australians can read.
‘The less a person thinks and inquires regarding the why and the wherefore and the justice of things, when dragging along through life, the happier it is for him, and doubly, trebly so, for her.’
Monkey Grip may just change your long-held disbelief in Australian literature.
The intensely personal nature of Garner’s accounts is refreshing in a memoir where facts, chronological order and ‘life narratives’ so often get in the way.
Jaireth has the unique skill of being able to capture the blissful melancholy that nineteenth century Russian authors provoke while writing twenty-first century India, Australia and Italy.
Charlotte held my gaze in the way one book-lover holds the gaze of another and said: ‘I think you would really like this.’
Wikipedia describes this piece as ‘childrens literature.’ In my opinion, it is anything but. Richardson cleverly conveys the sentiments and underlying gender issues of the era through the eyes of an innocent. An ideal portrayal of 1900s Melbourne where observation and not opinion create a fascinating time capsule for the contemporary reader.