Cirrus@Austlit

'Posthumous work has a spectral quality. It’s haunting to hear so distinctly the voice of a writer who has died, or to glimpse beyond it the work that might have been written. We All Lived in Bondi Then is a reminder of the loss Georgia Blain’s early death meant for readers, as well as those close to her. As acclaimed novelist Charlotte Wood writes in her introduction about the death of her friend, “my grief for Georgia was also about the terrible unfairness of losing her work, just when her talent was approaching its height”.'  (Introduction)