The “brutal and varied” accounts of the childhoods remembered by the contributing writers in this new collection share the similar sense of being on the “outside”, of trying to fit in to the expectations of their families, of their communities, and of Australia. For many of them, their migrant experience proved difficult in their attempts to exist in two worlds, two cultures, two mindsets. The openness with which writers shared their intimate struggles of sexuality, of cultural adaptation, of disability, reflected not only their grief, sadness, and loneliness, but also their resilience and a desire for their readers to find something of themselves in the stories told.
The actual writing, however, was uneven, resulting in my critical rating despite the value of the writers’ sharing often traumatic reflections. Especially strong were recollections from Stan Grant and Tara June Winch on their Aboriginality; Carla Findlay and Andy Jackson on their disabilities; Thinash Thillainadarjah and Christos Tsoilkas on being both a “wog and gay”. I was thrilled to find Uyen Loewold’s masterful poem in the collection, “Be Good Little Migrants”, its sarcasm so effective in communicating its resentment to Australian society for the expectations it forces onto its migrant population.
I appreciated hearing new perspectives because the contributors were of generations younger than mine, particularly the experiences of newer waves of migrants like those of Sudan, Sri Lanka, and Vietnam, rather than the Eastern European refugees with whom I have had more contact. In all of the childhood memories, what emerged was the personal struggle for identity in a world in which these writers felt marginalised and often devalued.