The story about a family of migrants from Latvia, and how the district of Waterloo not only became their home, but contributed to the quality and flavour of their bread.
No matter which side of the political spectrum you may happen to be, it is a cringe-worthy account of economic mismanagement, environmental ignorance, and...
This thoughtful book is both a memoir, which celebrates Dorothy’s years with her beloved partner Ali, and a record of their journey through the last 18 months of Ali’s life, after Ali had received a diagnosis of a fatal brain cancer.
Read this book to cry and laugh about the getting of wisdom of a young woman: born in India, arriving in England as a very young baby, going to school and growing up in London, going to university in Hertford.
Why would Sydneysiders want to read a book about Colin McCahon, who died in 1987? In 1984, Colin McCahon and his wife were in Sydney, to celebrate a small retrospective of his work at the Power Institute (University of Sydney). It was during this time that McCahon became lost, confused and went missing. His wife and friends found him, 28 hours later, in St Vincent’s Hospital. The police had picked him up in Centennial Park in the small hours of the morning. This was probably the first dramatic sign of the illness that eventually claimed the life of this great New Zealand artist.
