By KATE HUNTER
I could go all highbrow on this post and write about the Australian novels I studied, absorbed, respected as I was growing up. There were many – I was quite a reader. Perhaps because my family had a, ‘no TV during the week’ rule. I despised my parents for it at the time – now I thank them, and wish I had the guts to impose similar boundaries on my own kids.
The first book I really remember as being ‘Australian’ is Seven Little Australians. I don’t know why I related to it – their life in the bush couldn’t have been more different from my brick veneer suburban world. Maybe because it was about brothers and sisters and loss? Even now I get nervous around gum trees in strong winds.
Oh, Ju-Ju, please don’t die.
Then there was My Brother Jack. This was one of those books we were ‘made’ to study at school. Thanks to the enthusiasm of Mrs Brosnan (who’s still teaching at the same school, 27 years after I left), we learned books could have swear words and still be considered literature. It was a revelation. My brother Jack was gritty, honest, funny and gave us LOTS to talk about, years before we’d even heard of book clubs.
Whenever I think I can’t write, I re-read A Fortunate Life.
Although A B Facey never did a creative writing course, barely went to school, wouldn’t know an adjective if it bought him a beer, he wrote the most evocative, charming and powerful autobiography I think I’ve ever read. And he didn’t even DO anything much. He didn’t circumnavigate the globe, win Wimbledon or party with a Kardashian. He wrote the story of a life that was remarkable in its ordinariness. And it’s stunning.
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"Tomorrow, when the War Began", by John Marsden. I was 13 when I read it, and over 10 years later I still remember the feeling I got at the end of the first chapter. It was a strange mix of terror and excitement - not to mention the goosebumps I had all over my body! It was then I realised how powerful words could be and the sheer might of storytelling... I still sometimes imagine what it would be like if something similar happened here today, though now having a background in international relations i understand how unlikely it is. Truly amazing.
My favourite Aussie book is Rhubarb by Craig Silvey. It made me laugh, the characters were diverse from people to animals but they came alive while reading the book. The spin off kids book The World According to Warren was great too