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Wednesday 2 April 2014
Memoir

a separation

Sadaf Zekaria
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This was not the first time my father had expressed an opinion which had bothered me, but for some reason this particular incident has stayed in my mind over the last few months. I was watching the phenomenal 2011 film by Iranian director Asghar Farhadi titled A Separation, which follows the lives of two startlingly…
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Thursday 27 March 2014
Featured Memoir

barbie: a memoir and social history

Sarah Jansen
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It’s possible that no toy has been subjected so consistently to feminist criticisms as Mattel’s Barbie Doll. As a kid, I heard many of them from my mother. I heard how that ’if Barbies were real women, they would be nine feet tall.’  ‘Look at their feet, they’re not at all like real people’s.’ ‘No one’s…
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Sunday 15 December 2013
Memoir

memoir: wax on, wax off

Dzenana Vucic
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There is a woman applying hot wax to my arsehole. I’m on a massage table, lying on my side facing a stark white wall. And there is a woman applying hot wax to my arsehole. She’s asked me to bring my knees to my chest and ‘pull up’ with a hand on my right buttocks….
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Friday 22 November 2013
Books Memoir

lip lit: banana girl

Emily Tatti
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Playwright Michele Lee admitted in a recent interview that writing a memoir at such a young age could be interpreted as ‘self-absorbed.’ However, Banana Girl thrusts us into her twenty-somethings with such intimate realism that any self-indulgence on her part is completely excusable. In the lead up to a four month literary residency in her…
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Wednesday 20 November 2013
Books Memoir

lip lit: a story lately told

Raelke Grimmer
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Anjelica Huston was not a name I recognised before I started reading her memoir A Story Lately Told, although maybe I should have, given her fame and high profile career as a model and actress. To be fair, the highlights of her career took place before I was born, and more than anything I was…
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Friday 8 November 2013
Memoir

memoir: my first encounter with a still-unexplored continent

Anita Wilhelm
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  Sitting in the train from Sydney Kingsford Smith Airport to the city, crossing an old industrial bridge and looking through the triangular holes of the construction, I get the first glimpse of Sydney Harbour Bridge and Sydney Opera House. Not wanting to look like a typical tourist I try not to look too impressed,…
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Tuesday 5 November 2013
Memoir

memoir: the threshold

Kirsti Whalen
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    In the last months of my mother’s life, I fell into the first blushes of what I thought, at the time, was love. Chris was nine years older than me, could fix cars and had a crooked nose that reminded me of breakages. The most romantic moment of my life, to date, is…
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Saturday 2 November 2013
Memoir

memoir: my hero, the girl next door

Tasha Llewellyn
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At eight years old, my idol was the girl who lived next door. Her name was Sam. She was twelve and she had red hair that she always tied up in a ponytail and tucked underneath a baseball cap. She had TWO horses, so she was instantly my favourite person. She let me ride one…
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Thursday 24 October 2013
Memoir

memoir: breaking up in bangkok

Bianca Martin
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I am waiting anxiously at Suvarnabhumi Airport, pacing back and forth. As with most places in South East Asia, it is swarming with people. I’m not able to find an empty seat and my eyesight is blurry – a mixture of the early morning flight and the hustle of the airport. I just flew in…
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Thursday 10 October 2013
Memoir

memoir: train to victoria

Alinta Krauth
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I pull cobbler’s pegs out of my hair and let them drop to the cabin floor. I wonder, briefly, if this is somehow illegal. Then I realise I know nothing about British flora anyway. Again I rummage in my pocket and pull out the printed map of my route, already dog-eared from being so often…
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Friday 27 September 2013
Memoir

memoir: lippy

Aicha Marhfour
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I hate to say it, but I only started wearing lipstick last year. I was, up until that point a staunch lip-gloss person. And before that, I had what I’d call my wilderness years, where the occasional slick of Vaseline would suffice. Moving from using lip-gloss to embracing lipstick felt like a jump: an initiation…
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Tuesday 24 September 2013
Memoir

memoir: a slightly autobiographical account of contra dancing

Kaiyuh Rose Cornberg
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The most common introduction people receive in the world of contra dance is no introduction at all. You arrive at the dance hall, realise, if you are a girl, that your skirt is too short (or too long) and that you forgot to bring another set of shoes. Your carefully chosen boots, which you wore…
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Friday 6 September 2013
Memoir

memoir: of moose and women

Kaiyuh Rose Cornberg
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This piece is an excerpt from Ambivalent at Best, a longer memoir work. Every summer my family and I spent time in the Alaskan wilderness, living in a cabin my father had built in the 1970s, which we improved and amended over the course of about six summers. The first summer there I was nine…
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Wednesday 21 August 2013
Memoir

memoir: culture shock in japan

Keshia Jacotine
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My first thought is, ‘I really did not think this one through.’ That is my first thought when I sit down on a bench, clutching my backpack in the middle of Tokyo. My second thought is of a display I passed as I disembarked from my plane at Narita a couple of hours earlier. It…
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