In her new biography, Sylvia Martin tells us that Aileen Palmer wanted to be remembered as a poet. Until now, she has been best known as the elder daughter of Vance and Nettie Palmer, those beacons of Australian literature who devoted their lives to developing our literary culture. Aileen, with her sister Helen, carefully preserved the legacy of her parents, ensuring that their papers were deposited in the National Library of Australia. These papers, with their voluminous correspondence with other Australian writers, have proved an invaluable source for any scholar working on Australian literary history, particularly biographers. Aileen also left her own unpublished manuscripts, her fragments of autobiography, her diaries and poems in her parents' archives. Perhaps she hoped that a biographer like Martin would come along to make a narrative from them.
Susan Lever reviews 'Ink in Her Veins: The troubled life of Aileen Palmer' by Sylvia Martin
ink in Her Veins: The troubled life of Aileen Palmer
by Sylvia Martin
UWA Publishing $29.99 pb, 350 pp, 9781742588254
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Repeating the fate of Miles Franklin's original punctuation for My Brilliant Career, this review of Aileen Palmer's book of poetry and translations, World Without Strangers?, omits its question mark. It is also a little ironical that, after more than three hundred pages of my attempting to show that Aileen was more than the woman dubbed by David Martin as 'the tragic daughter' of the Palmers, Susan Lever again reduces her to that with her final sentence: '[Sylvia] Martin has not retrieved a poet, only a suffering woman'. While my biography does not seek to reclaim Aileen Palmer as a significant Australian poet, it does reveal a brilliant and resilient woman. And David Martin, poet and contemporary of the Palmers, concludes his pen portrait of the family with the statement: 'Aileen was the poet.' (My Strange Friend: an autobiography, Pan Macmillan 1991, p.269.)Tuesday, 14 June 2016 11:35 posted by Sylvia Martin
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