by Lyn Gallacher Margery has sent me a package by registered mail. The identification number is 497442495011. It cost $13.80 to send and does not contain any dangerous goods. All of which does nothing to describe the contents. As I tear open the top, old family photographs spill out over my desk. [...] 
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by Lyn Gallacher Margery has sent me a package by registered mail. The identification number is 497442495011. It cost $13.80 to send and does not contain any dangerous goods. All of which does nothing to describe the contents. As I tear open the top, old family photographs spill out over my desk. [...] 
a short story by Lyn Gallacher That morning Henry Harold Evans sat in his favourite office chair, in front of his favourite coffee mug and took out his coloured crayons. He laid them out carefully alongside the Blueprint for Reform of the Australian Government’s Administration of Justice. It was a big document. It would take a [...] 
Sometimes find myself thinking not just about the books but the connections between the books. Take Australian fiction for instance, what actually is the link between a handful of novels and the national subconscious? ABC Radio National’s The Book Show is about to broadcast a series of programs called ‘Five Classic Australian Novels’. The […]
an essay by Lyn Gallacher Take a glimpse inside this radio station. It’s fictional but typical. It’s called DEF Radio and it broadcasts nationally on the AM band which, as everyone knows, is dying. Like most media organisations on the wrong end of technology DEF plans to extend its audience by using the internet but [...]