image of person or book cover 5203253876808115999.jpg
Image courtesy of publisher's website.
y separately published work icon Blueberries selected work   prose  
Issue Details: First known date: 2020... 2020 Blueberries
The material on this page is available to AustLit subscribers. If you are a subscriber or are from a subscribing organisation, please log in to gain full access. To explore options for subscribing to this unique teaching, research, and publishing resource for Australian culture and storytelling, please contact us or find out more.

Contents

* Contents derived from the Melbourne, Victoria,:Text Publishing , 2020 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Yellow City, Ellena Savage , selected work essay
'Published in The Atlas Review Chapbook Series, this essay chronicles the author's return to Lisbon years after experiencing a violent event and her struggle to piece together memories and elusive facts.' 

  (Publication summary)

 (p. 1-40)
Blueberries, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 41-60)
The Museum of Rape, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 61-76)
Satellite, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 77-96)
Allen Ginsberg, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 97-106)
Unwed Teen Mum Mary, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 107-114)
Holidays with Men, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 115-129)
You Dirty Phony Saint and Martyr, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 129-138)
Friendship between Women, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 139-142)
The Literature of Sadness, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 143-156)
Turning Thirty, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 157-168)
Houses, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 169-192)
Note to Unlived Time, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 193-210)
Portrait of the Writer as Worker, Ellena Savage , single work prose (p. 211-220)
Antimemoir as in Fuck You (as in Fuck Me), Ellena Savage , single work essay

'Stones underfoot; they're slope-faced, many thousands of them, ancient as the moon. They crunch as she hobbles over them from the water's edge towards the castle. She should have worn her runners. Up ahead, Kronborg - Elsinore, for today - is as vast and regal as any castle. The scene is so familiar, though how should it be? It's her first time in Denmark.' (Introduction)

 (p. 221)
X