The quiet had left me. That’s how I put it, but I meant Maree. Most of her cosmetics abandoned in a swollen-stuck bathroom drawer. Hydrators, anti-aging, complexion correction. Potions, I called them, like an old man describing a woman’s things. A few days after she left I tried them on myself, mostly for the smell of her. Of course they did not correct anything, did not make me beautiful, onl ... (read more)
Josephine Rowe is the author of three story collections and a novel, A Loving, Faithful Animal, and has twice been named a Sydney Morning Herald Best Young Australian Novelist. She won the 2016 ABR Elizabeth Jolley Short Story Prize, and holds fellowships from the Wallace Stegner Program at Stanford University, the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa, and the BR Whiting Studio in Rome. Her latest books are the story collection Here Until August, and On Beverley Farmer, a contribution to the Black Inc. Writers on Writers series. For 2021–22 she will be in residence as a Cullman Centre Fellow at the New York Public Library.
ABR Fiction • 05 July 2019
Certain days: it is easy to imagine this small, once-prosperous river town (barely distinct from many other small, once prosperous river towns) as if you are only passing through it, shunpiking the thruways in favour of the scenic rural two-lanes on a road trip in your better, your best life. The life in which your formidable boxer-turned-human-rights-lawyer wife has simply pointed to this town on ... (read more)
We are wading out, the five of us. I remember this. The sun an hour or two from melting into the ocean, the slick trail of its gold showing the way we will take. ... (read more)
I got the call when I was too far away to do anything about it. There was a pile of marking to get through, but that had been the case even before the call. ... (read more)