Olive's bunker : a novel
- Publication Type:
- Thesis
- Issue Date:
- 2006
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NO FULL TEXT AVAILABLE. Access is restricted indefinitely. ----- Olive's Bunker is an exploration of memory, identity, grief and love as told by
three women. It is a story about the everyday domestic intimacies that take place
within and between the grand narratives that scar and mark history. It is a gentle
re-imagining of ordinary lives that constitute Australian values and identity. It is
an attempt to reclaim what has been lost through a process of erasure. By erasure
I mean that history is a reflection of the hegemonic, it re-inscribes dominant
discourses and relegates, removes, rewrites - ultimately erases the Other.
I had to search for my identity through the pages of histories. I traced crumbs
from Plato to Patrick White in an attempt to pastiche a sense of who I am. What I
did discover was that I lived in subtext. I was between things - the interstitial, the
guessed at, the eluded to, the erased - that left a trace of shadow behind.
A fierce heteronormative rendering of identity moves forward unchecked,
unabashed and constitutionally sanctioned. What remains of the Other after this
act of erasure, is silence, is the discourse of absence. Olive 's Bunker contests this
cultural and historical amputation by offering insight into the lives of people who
have been removed from the pages of our social history.
Olive's Bunker is also about my grandmother. My partner and I spent most
weekends over a two-year period visiting with her as she succumbed to the
rickets of age, as her mind and body lost its fight against dementia. During this
time as she shrank from the world, this most remarkable woman released many
hidden stories of her life. These stories stuck to me and would not leave. My love
for her, my wish to pay homage to her life, created the energy required to embark
on this process. I took those stories, reshaped them, used them to re-imagine
history and at the same time honour her life. It has been necessary.
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