September Meanjin: Coming Soon
Chances are you’re still picking your way through the June edition of Meanjin … Margaret Simons’ detailed study of the crisis in Australian journalism, or Yves Rees on the new sobriety perhaps? Maybe you’re lost in the fiction of James Bradley or Karen Wyld? Well, we don’t mean to distract you … but we did think you might appreciate a first mention of September’s Spring edition. The lead essay is a compelling piece from Kate Holden, looking at the great paradox of modern life: the many commonalities of human experience and our increasing isolation as atomised individuals … and this […]
Online Reviews: July
We’re excited to launch a new series of online reviews, edited by Cher Tan. You’ll find the first offerings below—watch this space for more excellent content soon. Reviewed: Exactly As I am, Rae White by Jocelyn Deane “To live trans, and non-binary, in a world that legislates against you—at the bleeding edge of language and popular discourse, predicated on colonial gender norms and a constant appropriation of your particular, multiform labour, dealing with transphobic bosses, your passports, Medicare and debit cards failing—is to stand outside one-self, even while fighting to survive…” Read More Reviewed: Every […]
Applications Open: Meanjin Editor
Founded in Brisbane in 1940, and long housed at the University of Melbourne, Meanjin is one of Australia’s most well-established and highly regarded journals of literature and ideas. It appears quarterly and online. This is a part time (.6) role with overall responsibility for the creation of a high-quality publication that advances Meanjin’s intellectual and aesthetic project. The successful applicant will have a compelling vision for Meanjin and an excellent understanding of contemporary cultural issues and debates. To request an information pack contact Applications close 19 August. For future employment opportunities please follow Melbourne University Publishing on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and Instagram @mupublishing […]
The Plague of Resilience
This framing was wrong. Our vulnerability lay not on our individual skins, but in the collective spaces between us—at the level of our very breath. Covid moves between us when we inhale air that contains an infected other’s breath.
Essays
Vierge Ouvrante, Opening Virgin
We were up around five thousand metres when I started to vomit. Not the kind I was good at. The violent kind. The kind that left me hanging over the bowl, all strings of bitter yellow. That’s how you found me. On my hands and knees with my hair across my face.
Fiction
Soroche
We were up around five thousand metres when I started to vomit. Not the kind I was good at. The violent kind. The kind that left me hanging over the bowl, all strings of bitter yellow. That’s how you found me. On my hands and knees with my hair across my face.
Memoir
This Must Be Very Strange
One of the things about having synaesthesia that I’ve only become aware of in the past few years is that I smell certain music. There is a scene in Robert Guédiguian’s film L’Armée du crime (2009) that suddenly and loudly inserts klezmer music as it shows the actors throwing down a bright-red poster from a bridge.
Poetry
Makeshift Drinks in a Celebratory Garden
verses of conversation
the ease of company
writers sculpting novels on the fly
linearity of noise
a climate of clanking liqueurs
