This essay offers an evisceration of my troubled links to ‘cattle country’, seeking a truth-telling that responds to my mother’s romancing. I trace my family’s part in the cattle industry imposed upon Jiman Country and Wulli Wulli Country, drawing on stories populated …
To read of a friend like Jesse is to revel in the friends you have and mourn for those who are no longer with you. This book sticks. Gentle incisions, brutal descriptions, prose veering to Hazzard ‘on a hot ticking day’ (5).
A portrait of white invasion, asking ‘how many animals have the freedom of independence, in location and influence, from humans’ (55)? Beautifully told and felt with care, a story of ‘letting the living and dead go free’ (247). RIP glorious Dingo Bold.
