'‘Your sense of permanence is perverted’, wrote Patrick White in The Aunt’s Story.
‘True permanence is a state of multiplication and division’. The words are prescient,
for White himself has done rather well at dissolving into the impermanence of post-
mortem obscurity. Perhaps unsurprisingly in view of the pandemic, the thirtieth
anniversary of his death in 2020 left little imprint. No literary festival honoured the
occasion, and no journal did a special issue. If White is looking down at us from some
gumtree in the sky, he will be bathing in the lack of glory. He despised the hacks of
the ‘Oz lit’ industry as much as he loathed the ‘academic turds from Canberra’.'
(Introduction)