Monique Nair Monique Nair i(22543747 works by)
Gender: Female
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.

Works By

Preview all
1 The Promising Return of the Australian Teen Onscreen Monique Nair , 2023 single work review
— Appears in: Kill Your Darlings [Online] , April 2023;
— Review of 6 Festivals Macario de Souza , Sean Nash , Lou Sanz , 2022 single work film/TV

'In Macário De Souza’s 2022 debut feature film, 6 Festivals, three music-loving friends attend a bucket list of lineups. Over six months the teen trio chase musical escapism, care deeply for one another and experience bursts of maturity. The film traces character arcs that we are familiar with; there are powerful moments of change as the characters reckon with each of their adverse circumstances and navigate who they want to be. In its nuanced portrayals of adolescent friendship, grief and live music experiences, the film offers a unique contribution to the Australian coming-of-age genre. It’s the kind of film I wish I had growing up.' (Introduction)
1 form y separately published work icon Setara Monique Nair , Nazifa Amiri , ( dir. Puneet Gulati ) Melbourne : Mind Blowing Entertainment , 2023 25747586 2023 single work film/TV

'Fifteen year old Setara joins a local cricket team as she attempts to rebuild her life in Melbourne after fleeing Taliban rule in Afghanistan with her mother and older sister.'

Source: Inside Film (https://if.com.au/multicultural-anthology-feature-my-melbourne-kicks-off-under-guidance-of-indian-directors/
1 Auto-Oceanography : A Lineage between Bodies of Water Monique Nair , 2022 single work prose
— Appears in: Voiceworks , December no. 128 2022; (p. 26-28) 'After wading in unknown waters, I take sinking steps back through the sand. On a recent trip to Port Willunga, I feel South Australia’s undulating ocean for the first time. I return to dry concreted land and shake my foot. I dust it off with light slaps, watching grains of sand fall gently onto the cement. But more remains—persistent, stuck to my feet, unshakable in the crevices between my toes. The deep turquoise tide whooshes ahead of me, the breeze nudging more sand to detach and I wonder, how many grains of sand are there in the world?' (Introduction)
X