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The Silence Around Schizophrenia
ABC Radio National, May 26 2019
Why is schizophrenia so hard to talk about? Is it because we are convinced there is no cure? Recovery is possible.
Schizophrenia: The Lone Wolf of Mental Illnesses
co-authored with Dr Julia Brown
Canberra Times, May 2019
There is someone in Parliament House with schizophrenia.
At least, statistically speaking.
One in every 100 people suffer from schizophrenia.
Familiar Strange Podcast (with Dr Julia Brown)
What did Nobel Prize winner John Nash, ballet dancer Nijinsky and James Joyce’s daughter all have in common?
Sydney Review of Books, June 2019
When I first went in search of Elizabeth von Arnim I got on a ferry. I thought, for once, I should do what proper biographers do and begin at the beginning - where she was born. Because so far, all three proper biographers had got it wrong.
Breaking Up with James Joyce
Sydney Review of Books, June 2018
‘The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.’ James Joyce
I never thought I’d say it.
After more than forty years.
I mean, what’s in it for me?
You get all the attention.
I’ll keep the academics guessing for the next hundred years, you said.
And you were right.
Sydney Review of Books, June 2017
It was the day that Seamus Heaney died: August 30, 2013. I hadn’t seen John Clarke since the late 1970s. More than three decades earlier, we had met in the hallways of Radio Triple J in Darlinghurst, when I was half of a young singing duo and he was a fresh-faced Fred Dagg.
Griffith Review, Jan 2015
My father, Alex Carey, a fourth-generation Australian, was a lefty and an activist, who worked long hours as a university lecturer. But despite – or perhaps because of – being a largely absent father, he was my childhood hero. I marched with him in peace protests and listened to him address anti-war rallies; I wore a Troops Out badge to Sutherland North Primary School and showed photos of napalmed Vietnamese peasants to friends whose older brothers had been conscripted. Like my father, I exerted little influence.
Kill Your Darlings, Jan 2013
In 1997, when I was asked to suggest nominations for the Australia Council Emeritus Awards, Randolph Stow seemed a perfect candidate. I wrote to him to request permission. Even his address was enigmatic: Fishpond Cottage, East Bergholt, Suffolk. Stow responded promptly and politely, grateful for my gesture, but pointed out that he was now a British citizen and that this might make him ineligible...
The Australian, 4 Aug 2012
I was born in Sutherland hospital and brought home to a weatherboard house in Kirrawee that my father boasted had been built from an old boat.
Sydney Morning Herald, 24 Jul 2012
An opinion piece reflecting on our addiction to television and what The Shire (the show) says about viewers. This piece is very much inspired by David Foster Wallace’s wonderful essay E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction (1993). I am also indebted to the research work of UTS postgraduate Annabel Stafford.
Sydney Morning Herald, 16 Dec 2005
The first page of Puberty Blues describes South Cronulla, the lowest rung of the beach hierarchy, as Dickheadland, where “the uncool kids from Bankstown (Bankies)” hung out. Strangely, not much has changed.
Australian Literary Review, 2 Jun 2010
A reading group devoted to Finnegans Wake probably seems like the height of eccentricity but it’s not as weird as you might think.
Australian Literary Review, 1 Sep 2010
A personal essay about Australian writer Randolph Stow who died on May 29th, 2010.
The Australian, 5 Mar 2008
Ruminative, intimate, reflective why does the personal essay cause such angst for Australians?
The Age, 11 May 2009
When most of the world is fighting to live, is suicide the ultimate act of selfishness?
Sydney Morning Herald, 31 Oct 2007
My observations are that women approaching 50 swoon just as easily at the sight of a fit male chest or a sweaty bicep as a middle-aged man might over a girl in a bikini. It’s just that women are better at concealing their lust.