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Poems, Ivor C. Treby
Katherine Mansfield: The Question Of Perspectives In Commonwealth Literature, Andrew Gurr
Katherine Mansfield: The Question Of Perspectives In Commonwealth Literature, Andrew Gurr
Kunapipi
Writing literary criticism as a collaborative act is a complex operation. It requires similar interests, similar styles of writing and above all a similarity of critical perspective which must be neither so narrow as to inhibit original thinking nor so broad as to allow real differences to show. Even parallel lines of thought can follow tracks different enough to be embarrassing when the aim is to present a coherent and unified view of the subject. When the writer is a regional figure with a metropolitan publishing history the strain of diversity can be acute.
History And The Individual In Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children And Anita Desai's Clear Light Of Day, Dieter Riemenschneider
History And The Individual In Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children And Anita Desai's Clear Light Of Day, Dieter Riemenschneider
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Salman Rushdie's novel Midnight's Children and Anita Desai's Clear Light of Day are essentially concerned with man's quest for his identity, and both authors relate the quest of their individual hero or heroine to the past of their lives. However, Rushdie and Desai proceed very differently as a glance at their understanding of the terms 'history' and 'the past' shows. The former makes his narrator, Saleem Sinai, move in time and space: Covering the years from 1915 to 1978, Saleem narrates the fate of his family over three generations. Along with his grandparents he takes us from Kashmir via Amritsar …
Smoke, Nissim Ezekiel
Smoke, Nissim Ezekiel
Kunapipi
'I think Shanta is more suitable,' Ashok Mama said, putting another bidi in his mouth and fumbling with a matchbox. If that was his uncle's opinion, Vishnu thought, Shanta it would have to be. He was not in a position to oppose Mama's wishes. Besides, he could think of no objections to Shanta.
Blacks And The Polite World Of Eighteenth-Century English Art, David Dabydeen
Blacks And The Polite World Of Eighteenth-Century English Art, David Dabydeen
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In 1725 James Houstoun, in a book on Africa, addressed the Directors of the Royal African Company as 'a Society of the politest Gentlemen ... in the known World'.' Who were these 'gentlemen' and in what ways were they 'polite'? Answers to these questions involve an understanding of the social changes in the art world of the period. Art collecting and connoisseurship, once the preserve of the aristocracy, had become the business of the mercantile middle class. In 1720 we fmd the Theatre]o\ivnal reflecting on the prestige of this class, citing a Mr Sealand, an eminent East-India merchant, as the …
Poems, Cyril Dabydeen
The Mask, Claire K. Harris
The Mask, Claire K. Harris
Kunapipi
I do not know your name ... you came captive in folds of jute and I bargained for you stuck my fingers between wooden teeth caressed your elephant ears examined the hollow back then paid
Poems, Peter Christensen
Women Writers And The Prairie: Spies In An Indifferent Landscape, Aritha Van Herk
Women Writers And The Prairie: Spies In An Indifferent Landscape, Aritha Van Herk
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Face it. The west is male. Mascuhne. Manly. Virile. Not that it had much choice, the prairie lying there innocent under its buffalo beans, its own endlessness. It did not need designation, being enough, always enough. It posed, still poses, indifferent, for the obsessed camera of art, of fiction. Its indifference has mythified its physical strength, but has contributed to its perversion in the world of Canadian literature; the art that has defined it is masculine and it appears to have defined its art as a masculine one. Name the west's fiction. Grove, Mitchell, Ross, Wiebe, Kroetsch. Laurence of course, …
Seeing Is Believing, Ruby Wiebe
Seeing Is Believing, Ruby Wiebe
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'Why don't you just do it,' he said, 'and be done with it. Beginning, middle, end — the way stories have always been made. Go ahead, write.' 'It's so boring,' she muttered. 'It certainly isn't as boring as writing about writing.' 'I never said I wanted to write about writing.' 'Look,' he said, trying to be helpful, 'it's the way people live, in sequence, they meet and something doesn't happen and then they look at each other again or meet again and something does happen — somewhere in time, though maybe not connected, and that's a beginning and out of …
Kunapipi 6 (2) 1984, Contents, Editorial, Anna Rutherford
Kunapipi 6 (2) 1984, Contents, Editorial, Anna Rutherford
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Contents and Editorial
Index, Notes On Contributors, Anna Rutherford
Index, Notes On Contributors, Anna Rutherford
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Index, and Notes on Contributors
Book Reviews, Bruce Clunies Ross, Sheila Roberts, Joyce Sparer Adler, Hena Maes-Jelinek
Book Reviews, Bruce Clunies Ross, Sheila Roberts, Joyce Sparer Adler, Hena Maes-Jelinek
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Randolph Stow’s latest novel recounts a series of apparently motiveless murders in the murky atmosphere of an old Suffolk seaport. It reminds us that along with his famous descriptive power, Stow has always been adept at plotting stories which compel the reader with unobtrusive tact. The Suburbs of Hell is short and precisely constructed to concentrate the significance of every detail so that it has the satisfying richness of many longer books. This quality is typical of some of his earlier novels, but in The Suburbs of Hell he intensifies the suggestive power of a tightly inter-connected plot by using …
The Year That Was, Mark Macleod, Diana Brydon, Simon Garrett, Alamgir Hashmi, Michael Chapman
The Year That Was, Mark Macleod, Diana Brydon, Simon Garrett, Alamgir Hashmi, Michael Chapman
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Australia, Canada, New Zealand, Pakistan, South Africa
The Society And Woman’S Quest For Selfhood In Flora Nwapa’S Early Novels, Chidi Ikonne
The Society And Woman’S Quest For Selfhood In Flora Nwapa’S Early Novels, Chidi Ikonne
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The world of Flora Nwapa’s first two novels — Efuru and Idu — is a near perfect mirror of the patriarchy in which the author grew up. It is a world founded on a value system which is conducive to man’s pleasure and selfrealization. It is an ordered world where everyone knows one’s place, and the worth of any woman is proportional to her ability (is it not really willingness?) to repress any impulse capable of challenging men’s self- assigned superiority. It is a world of double standards. There is, therefore, a subtle tendency in the novels to frustrate women’s …
Interview, Timothy Findley
Interview, Timothy Findley
Kunapipi
Terry Goldie interviewed Timothy Findley at the ‘Fiction and Film Conference’ at McMaster University, 5 November 1982.
‘History As She Is Never Writ’: The Wars And Famous Last Words, Carol Ann Howells
‘History As She Is Never Writ’: The Wars And Famous Last Words, Carol Ann Howells
Kunapipi
The Wars and Famous Last Words are both historical novels; they are also fictive biography / autobiography, as they are perhaps most importantly stories about writing and reading. Certainly they are ‘History as she is never writ’, or rather they are fictions that rewrite history in order to give significance to past events by creating patterns which reveal essential truths about human nature that can only be distilled through time and presented through art. This is an essay about the literariness of Findley’s fictions, about the enigmas he pursues and about his creative invention within the intertextual spaces made possible …
No Man's Grove, Shirley Lim
No Man's Grove, Shirley Lim
Kunapipi
Crossing the China Sea, we see Other sailors, knee-deep in padi, Transformed by the land’s rolling green. We cannot enter their dream.
Poems, Katherine Gallagher
Poems, Katherine Gallagher
Kunapipi
Her family remember her from childhood as the one who travelled brightly in a big-roomed house, who always played for time.
Poems, Peter E. Lugg
Poems, Peter E. Lugg
Kunapipi
Revolution in progress, Lines from the French, Senegal: Before independence, Flinders: Ile De France,
Bury Me Behind The Mountains: The Australian Aborigines, The City And The 1988 Bicentennial, Peter Quartermaine
Bury Me Behind The Mountains: The Australian Aborigines, The City And The 1988 Bicentennial, Peter Quartermaine
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On 16 May 1871 the Illustrated Australian News reproduced an engraving illustrating ‘A Surgeon’s Hut in the Bush’. The accompanying text observed that Victoria still retained ‘in its bush life, photographs, so to speak, of the manners and customs which prevailed during the period when the gold fever was raging at its height.1 The writer commented on the fact that the difference between such ‘unpretending habitations’ and ‘the princely mansions in Collins Street East’ afforded ‘a vivid mental panorama of the gigantic strides Victoria has made during the last twenty years’. It is easy to deride such naive perceptions of …
Yellow, Ania Walwicz
Yellow, Ania Walwicz
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canary jacket summer is heat cruel cupboards norway keeps lighter don’t forget pass so half way there how much longer not long don’t worry now tense up nervy nervy cup crack be careful hot water shower curtain am scared sun walls heats chairs lunch go to town look mirrors photos how allright but tense jenny phone pizza laugh bit too much now little song a voice good now feel higher elevator bends spoons magnet will future to be hope a dream tight rope thin high voice soprano shrills oil sunflower don’t public they feel drunk cook chicken farmer’s wife shaker …
Blue, Ania Walwicz
Blue, Ania Walwicz
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almost almost nearly nearly but not not a wrong jumper shouldn’t took water beach bath at own risk is window colour dusk what miss too late go by yourself wish some one come see biro cider but can’t drunk sober blunt knife too fat wait wait watercolour how you spread guitars make me sad sky walls nice but not happy yet weak sorry now that don t like towel some better soon Venice watery fell canal broke a leg mister blue dog finds me again and again go to pub had a cold don’t feel so bad just you know …
Black, Ania Walwicz
Black, Ania Walwicz
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no stars ladder to do a hat boat drowns deep sea down up float little lady she mad not going to stay purse bag slow see tram scared little dinners home back licorice Sunday pairs penfolds sign sucks dog turn teeth bloody fat leg how get can tell see soon yes every know now again yet again yet not clear never always coming back can do if hard terrible blue house never over rice bed no sheets paint jar thicks muds sticks stick in mud can’t get out dark coffee africa win me let me bit bit boots poodle thighs …
Grey, Ania Walwicz
Grey, Ania Walwicz
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scratch a start puddle elephant thaw skin try wake what’s going on a hat a boat what time now sluggy fatty don’t party was sick can’t come a step at a a stitch in hangs paper boat tiny tired a garden count from try jumper is warmer count from one to two maybe baby stocking a stick walk didn t up spring is ugly sweaty armpit pimples bad plays silly doing don’t taste much low but stole my bicycle long time tone start from a day at river sludge no no no not again remember every find photo is me …
White, Ania Walwicz
White, Ania Walwicz
Kunapipi
in icy no sound snow fall so quiet quietly freeze gone away for bad can’t come back a lost how try hard hardly see snow shoes fur coat a fox winter empty ran out no gas low needle talk to me please talk to me why don’t you talk to me talk to me and talk to me talk to me talk to me talk to me please talk to me can’t be alone let’s go out let’s go some where but where don’t know where snow town fell fall mary had a little lamb mary had a mary had …
Interview, J M. Coetzee
Interview, J M. Coetzee
Kunapipi
Folke Rhedin interviewed J.M. Coetzee in Cape Town in Autumn, 1982.
Migrant Writing: Promising Territory, Sneja Gunew
Migrant Writing: Promising Territory, Sneja Gunew
Kunapipi
Kristeva is referring in this essay to the entry of the child into language and, as a consequence, to control over its environment. It may be valid to ask in which instances migrants, who are often positioned as children, are permitted to grow up? When may they gain their cultural franchise? What space may migrants name and hence claim? Professor Kiernan’s paper this morning referred to Australian culture as one composed of‘the outcasts and the rejected’. In that case, what should those groups construct who have so far, in turn, been excluded even from such a territory? Is ‘culture’ indeed …
Freedom, Stephen Watson
Freedom, Stephen Watson
Kunapipi
The almost naked man is running through the surf, in a summer warm and weightless as the blood now in his veins.
Kunapipi 6(1) 1984 Cover, Table Of Contents, Anna Rutherford
Kunapipi 6(1) 1984 Cover, Table Of Contents, Anna Rutherford
Kunapipi
Cover material and table of contents.