At Meredith we stayed up all night listening to doof doof cyberpunk music and I saw you cry for the first time, at four in the morning bottle of ice …
BEHIND THE FESTIVAL LINES: an interview with Michaela Bolzan, founder and director of the Southern Highland Writers’ Festival
As a new feature of Verity La we’ll be going behind the scenes and interviewing the lesser-known, unheralded movers and shakers in Australia’s literary world. The first cab off the …
Watch Every Drop: a community service announcement composed for those who survived the Fall (Kirk Marshall)
There’d never come a newly-minted, indignant crimson-kissed day in this place which didn’t evoke some dark, frost-sorry memories to that time when we still had water. I can’t speak for …
Getting Caught in the Fundamentalist Machine: Timothy Mo’s Pure
Review by Robert Goodman Timothy Mo had a brilliant early career: three books in a row shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 1982, 1986 and 1991 showed a prodigious range. …
Departure Gate (Anthony Macris)
Christina’s gone. In the corner of the bedroom are the cardboard cartons to be sent on to Brisbane, where she’s gone to be with her family again. The day after …
Crimson Encounter (Gemma White)
I am seeing red. Bright red nail polish on my toes as they stick out from your doona. War-time red lipstick brightening my mouth, smudged now from your urgent kisses. …
HOPE VERITY FITZHARDINGE: we honour you
Sorry to break into our usual rhythm of transmission, but something important has happened in Verity La-La-Land, and we want to share it with you. It all comes down to …
Just a Little Bit Brilliant: Anthony Macris’ Great Western Highway – a love story
By Tristan Foster One thing is clear: we live in strange times. The influence of the market has seeped into every facet – every wrinkle – of our existence, leaving …
LIFE’S BLOOD: an interview with Marcella Polain
Marcella Polain was born in Singapore and immigrated to Perth when she was two years old, with her Armenian mother and Irish father. She has a background in theatre and …
A Dog’s Name (Paul Adkin)
I got him second-hand. His first owners had called him Kafka, which I had to change: an ennobling name for a dog, but demeaning for the great Prague writer. I …