Cher Tan is a skilled essayist with a strong authorial voice. I personally don't know very much about the punk scene, but reading about it was a fun, new process for me.
A wonderfully reflective, yet fast-paced memoir that opens up a painful yet beautiful conversation. Although excising a relationship that's marred by abuse, Maria Machado's book is ultimately about the relationship she has with herself. Excellent prose as well.
A really wonderful read to end the year, I enjoyed Beautiful World more than I did Normal People. An interwoven story of four disaffected millennials, Rooney reflects on what it means to achieve personal 'success' under late-stage capitalism. Perhaps reaching your forties without completely hating yourself is enough.
A bold claim, but this may be my favourite issue of the Griffith Review ever! If you could only read one thing from this collection, it should be Myles McGuire's essay Gay Saints. Absolute banger. It comes as no surprise that McGuire won the Richell Prize for 2024. Stunning.
A fantastic collection of Australian essays and literary criticism. Set myself the goal to read the whole book in a year, and feel that it was worth taking my time to read each essay.
While not every essay spoke to me specifically, each one was worth the time it took to read, and all had insightful observations and claims about a wide range of Australian literature and the authors' personal experiences. Some standout essays for me were:
Staring Back, Jeanine Leane on Evelyn Araluen
Untimely Modernism, Alys Moody on Jack Cox
The Living an the Undead, Ben Etherington on Les Murray and Mudrooroo
Critic Swallows Book, Catriona Menzies-Pike on Trent Dalton (because, of course)
Probably Not Tomorrow, Drusilla Modjeska on Lesley Stern and Sigrid Nunez (this essay was so gripping and definitely my favourite in the whole book — I will now be chasing down more of Modjeska's work).
A scathing, yet simultaneously tame critique of late-stage capitalism. Biss' own complicity in being a part of a political economic system she hates gives this book a circular feeling — no questions are answered, only raised.