The writer laid bare

The world we start writing in is never the same one we inhabit years later as we seek to finalise our work and publish. Fast moving global conflicts, political ruptures and the rapid pace of climate change have made this …

In A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf writes that it would be interesting to imagine a meeting between the four great female English novelists of the nineteenth century: Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Emily Brontë and George Eliot. She …

The desire to write about my mother’s Holocaust story had been with me for awhile. Like, thirty-five-years awhile. I had been a published writer from the age of 19, when on a whim I’d sent a humorous piece about my …

I spend a lot of time thinking about death. Not in a philosophical sense, but the how, when, what and why of death in every conceivable form. Messy and unblemished, quiet and very loud, tragic and stupid, unremarkable and unbelievably …

I spent nine years grappling with a manuscript I couldn’t complete. Not because I lacked compelling material. My mother and grandparents had survived the Holocaust; there were dramatic stories of love and betrayal, rescues and buried secrets. But I couldn’t …

My most recent novel and my first Young Adult one, A Way Home, is about a sixteen-year-old girl who finds herself homeless in Melbourne’s CBD during a particularly bitter winter. Since we met her, Grace has been living rough …