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‘As My Great Day Approaches’: Katharine Susannah Prichard in 1969
2019
single work
biography
— Appears in: Westerly , vol. 64 no. 2 2019; (p. 129-137) 'In the archives, after a life in black and white, Katharine Susannah Prichard bursts into colour at the end of her life. The ten minute home video lingers reverentially over the white-haired woman. It captures her doing ordinary things at her home in Greenmount in the hills of Perth— writing at her desk, standing outside her writing cabin, posing in front of a blooming wattle bush in her garden, drinking tea on her verandah with friends. All through it she is talking, talking, talking, but her words are lost; there is no sound. Usually things are the other way around—all words and no visuals.' (Introduction) -
New Novels
1930
single work
review
— Appears in: The Australasian , 2 August vol. 129 no. 4256 1930; (p. 5)
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New Novels
1930
single work
review
— Appears in: The Australasian , 2 August vol. 129 no. 4256 1930; (p. 5) -
‘As My Great Day Approaches’: Katharine Susannah Prichard in 1969
2019
single work
biography
— Appears in: Westerly , vol. 64 no. 2 2019; (p. 129-137) 'In the archives, after a life in black and white, Katharine Susannah Prichard bursts into colour at the end of her life. The ten minute home video lingers reverentially over the white-haired woman. It captures her doing ordinary things at her home in Greenmount in the hills of Perth— writing at her desk, standing outside her writing cabin, posing in front of a blooming wattle bush in her garden, drinking tea on her verandah with friends. All through it she is talking, talking, talking, but her words are lost; there is no sound. Usually things are the other way around—all words and no visuals.' (Introduction)
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Review of:
- Haxby's Circus : The Lightest, Brightest Little Show on Earth 1930 single work novel
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