Over thirty years ago, three authors embarked on a journey into Roebuck Plains, an area in the north of West Australia, just inland from Broome. The group consisted of Stephen Muecke, an emerging scholar who had just completed a PhD in linguistics, a Moroccan-born painter named Krim Benterrak and Paddy Roe, a Goolarabooloo Elder, a philosopher and storyteller, who was born in Roebuck Plains.
Two months ago I received an unexpected notification form Google+. I barely use the service, so I was surprised to hear that they had a story for me to review. I clicked on the link. It said ‘Trip to Camogli and Genoa. A story by Giovanni Tiso.’
Certainly, this entrenched and institutionalised sexism has contributed to Owens’ absence from Scottish literary studies. But there’s another reason, too. When trying to have Gentlemen of the West published, Owens recalls one publisher telling her that ‘people didn’t want that kind of writing … about poor people’.
A man has been tortured. Not just any man, though: an asylum seeker from Afghanistan, who came to Christmas Island by boat, and spent six months in detention there before being transferred to Australia.
Before I had a child, I gleaned subconsciously from pop mythology that motherhood was distinctly pastel. Of course, I knew from the delicately-creased eyebrows of the women in the infant Panadol ads that life with a baby wasn’t always perfect.
What’s wrong with a female villain? Amy’s villainy is certainly an interesting contribution to the map of female representation in literature and on film. Bald-faced evil from a female character is a wholly unexplored trope, particularly in film. And Amy is certainly an advancement from Glenn Close’s Anne Archer in Fatal Attraction.
Even some of the greatest Western minds tend to suffer a few palpitations when Islam is concerned.