I've just finished re-reading White Coolies
WHITE COOLIES I found this book at a garage sale, or maybe in a secondhand shop, when I was 16 and living with my mother in Murray Bridge, South Australia. As I flipped through it the sketches at each chapter heading caught my eye and I thought perhaps the story was a comedy, so I bought it. I remember it was very, very cheap. I didn't get very far into the first chapter before realising this wasn't at all a comedy, but a true story of horrific times, although it was written with humour, and I did laugh quite often while reading. Many parts of the story made me cry then, and still bring tears to the eyes and a heaviness to the heart even now. These two pictures show the spine with the title and the front cover. There used to be a paper sleeve cover over this, but I took it off as I so often do while reading a book, so that it wouldn't get torn or otherwise damaged, since I toss books in and out of whatever bag I'm currently carrying, onto tables, out of beds, the...