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254 Autumn 2024

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Overland 254 is the first in a set of four special editions dedicated to commemorating 70 years of Overland. This issue also launches a new design and format by Common Room Editions, inspired by Overland’s trove of radical literature spanning from 1954 to today. Andrew Brooks and Astrid Lorange consider the asymmetrical responses to two events: the wearing of keffiyehs by three cast members during the Sydney Theatre Company’s production of Anton Chekov’s The Seagull, and, on the same day in the US, the shooting of three Palestinian men wearing keffiyehs. Jeff Sparrow uncovers the Sydney Herald’s legacy of Terra Nullius, and Daniel Lopez writes on Marx, Meredith and the festival as an inversion of modern life.

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Paul Mitchell

Paul Mitchell is the author of six books, including 2021’s essay collection Matters of Life and Faith, a novel, We. Are. Family, a short story collection, Dodging the Bull, and three poetry collections: Minorphysics, Awake Despite the Hour, and Standard Variation. His fourth poetry collection, High Spirits, is forthcoming via Puncher and Wattmann in May 2024.

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22 March 202422 March 2024 · Friday Fiction

A case of bad luck

Paul Mitchell

My brother lives near you, in the caravan park by the Barwon River. He’s been there since he came back to Geelong from Queensland, devastated because the single mum he’d followed up there had taken to drinking even more than she had in Geelong, and had also taken to rooting blokes she met at the pub and asking my unlicensed brother to pick her up from their houses.

Published in Overland Issue 203 Winter 2011 · Main Posts

The long way

Paul Mitchell

I’m driving from Bairnsdale to Melbourne, off to the AC/DC concert and singing along to one of their CDs: You think it’s easy doin’ one-night stands, try playin’ in a rock and roll band! Bon lets rip with his bagpipe solo, I turn it up until my ears sting and, just for fun, I toot the Monaro’s horn. Magpies fly off a fence and I give them another toot for their journey.