Finished Red Dust a week or so back and now reading My Place. Not a novel at all but a wonderful mix of autobiography and oral history. An Aboriginal family who hid their background from their young generations because of shame, fear, the idea that it was safer to forget. But Sally Morgan eventually got her mother, Nan and an uncle to talk and it's all recorded here. There is much shame in the stories but it should be that of the perpetrators of this history. But are we permitted to judge history like that? Anyway, this is a book that I am grateful to be reading.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
My Place
Finished Red Dust a week or so back and now reading My Place. Not a novel at all but a wonderful mix of autobiography and oral history. An Aboriginal family who hid their background from their young generations because of shame, fear, the idea that it was safer to forget. But Sally Morgan eventually got her mother, Nan and an uncle to talk and it's all recorded here. There is much shame in the stories but it should be that of the perpetrators of this history. But are we permitted to judge history like that? Anyway, this is a book that I am grateful to be reading.
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