We spend more time behind the wheel than almost anyone else, on fast highways, lonely bush tracks, jammed city lanes and suburban streets. The road is the place where the great dramas of our lives unfold, the route to our greatest pleasures as well as our worst nightmares. It is sexy, dangerous and unnerving. User name. Author: agent Barbara Baynton.
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The plot is a simple one: a young pregnant woman arrives at a remote railway station, at night, expecting to be met by someone with a buggy. Except …. Her mother had planted these willows, and she herself had watched them grow. How could they be so hostile to her? How indeed? You can read the story at the link below.
Mostly, I do read collections from beginning to end. Available online: in Bush studies at Project Gutenberg. This review will count towards my Australian Women Writers Challenge I am looking for 12 rewarding works of non-fiction that taken together paint as complete a portrait as possible of Eastern Australia The totality of the people and the place.
I know it is impossible. But I ask your indulgence. At least 2 of the 12 works must be written about or during each of the following four epochs: pre CE Another good story. Sometimes reading them out of order, especially when you are familiar with an author, can help one see things that might otherwise be missed. Is this the last one for you to read in the collection or are there a few more?
I could certainly see now how this leads into the others. There are two more, I think. Good post! I left an earlier comment, but something must have eaten it.
Book blogs are the best source! Thank you for the link. Thanks Grad … Glad you tried again … Do let me know if you read any of the stories. Would love to know what you think. When was the story set? Buggies could be s to early s. I admire women who survived the Bush. Maybe the American West of the s was a similar place to the Bush. I loved this story — I read it a while back with the others and it is still in my head. The river crossing. The wet garments. The dark. Would you be able to clarify the ending of the story for me?
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Bush Studies/A Dreamer
A swirl of wet leaves from the night-hidden trees decorating the little station beat against the closed doors of the carriages. The porter hurried along holding his blear-eyed lantern to the different windows, and calling the name of the township in language peculiar to porters. There was only one ticket to collect. Passengers from far up-country towns have importance from their rarity. He turned his lantern full on this one, as he took her ticket. She looked at him too, and listened to the sound of his voice, as he spoke to the guard.
Barbara Baynton, A dreamer (Review)
Written at the very end of the nineteenth century, the stories within it are mostly delivered in a deadpan narration that means the violence at their centre often builds so quietly and subtly that their eruption is as shocking as it is brutal. It is no less remarkable that Baynton was doing this, and with such fierceness and bloodiness, not to mention such formal boldness, as early as They are disturbingly and deliberately ambiguous, and they work by resonance and a kind of rhythmic repetition — according to a poetic logic, that is, rather than a more simple narrative drive. These echoing images are especially important because Baynton uses them to charge the inanimate objects and animals in her stories with the energy and emotions that are denied to the women, and occasional men, who exist, and suffer, alongside them.