Academic journal article Antipodes

The Car

Academic journal article Antipodes

The Car

Article excerpt

After John Brack's The Car

In the Triumph Mayflower

it is always Sunday. Dad drives too fast, Mum

smiles her secret


the two kids in the back seat are bored & don't

want to play

at being

a happy family. We sail pass trees, scorched grass,

a horizon

that shimmers

with heat. The back of my legs stick to the vinyl.

I'm the boy

with the big

ears, the one certain to be sick once we hit

the ocean


that winds its way through the hills. My sister

has a red bow

in her hair

as if she's Goldilocks. She always has to win

at "I spy

with my

little eye" or we'll never get any peace. I am

supposed to be

the responsible

big brother and not ask, "Are we there yet?"


it drives

my father mad. At least when I wind the window


the breeze

cools the hairs along my arm so they don't sizzle.

I must learn

to admire

the scenery, but it's just hills, trees, rocks & grass

and we never


a kangaroo or even a furry-nosed wombat. …

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