Almost two-thirds through Pictures From My Memory, Lizzie Marrkilyi Ellis writes the following sentence:
"Many of the animals that used to live in our country have become extinct. Introduced animals like rabbits, feral cats, foxes and camels made their lives hard. These animals compete with native animals for food and some of these animals kill the native ones."
She is recapping her life as an Aboriginal woman living in multiple areas in the Australian outback with multiple families and multiple cultures between her own tribal people and the "whitefellas" who have shown up more and more in her life. When I read the above sentence, I thought how fitting it was for Ellis to write something like this about her own life as an Aboriginal person, to parallel it to her own life and the life of her fellow native people.
But Ellis didn't do that. Pictures From My Memory was a disappointment this way. Perhaps I've read too many books about Native American indigeneity (no such thing!), and perhaps my expectations were too high/different in regards to a book about Australian indigeneity. But I found the book simplistic and juvenile, not really delving that deep into culture and the idea of being between two worlds, as other indigenous people's memoirs often include. This book was a disconnected list of names, places, events and (briefly) beliefs without any overarching theme or cohesiveness, with only a page-and-a-half of real reflection toward the end. It was a disappointment, and not a very good primer into Aboriginal life in Australia in the past several decades, nor was it even an insightful memoir into one woman's life.