There is something about the work of Jeremy Chambers, its gentle, melancholy watchfulness, that grows inside the reader rather than knocking them over the head. No fireworks, no wordy dazzle: just the slow determined explication of damaged lives and thwarted hopes. Chambers’ first novel, The Vintage and the Gleaning, published three years ago by Melbourne publishers Text, introduced us to …more »
In each generation there comes a moment when the act of looking back over a collective shoulder at the past ceases to be a falsely nostalgic tic and becomes a genuine and lasting orientation. That generation has finally understood what their parents’ understood before them: that middle age is not just a physical or demographic fact but an attitude towards time. We discover ourselves exiles …more »
Welcome to the last issue I have put together for you. It’s been a tremendous honour selecting authors and commissioning stories for Review of Australian Fiction, but the best part has been pairing the writers together. Sometimes their stories were linked by theme, sometimes by genre. In every case, including this one, the stories have seemed to fit perfectly together.
In this issue, it i …more »