{"id":5247,"date":"2017-04-24T22:01:09","date_gmt":"2017-04-24T12:01:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/?p=5247"},"modified":"2017-04-24T22:01:09","modified_gmt":"2017-04-24T12:01:09","slug":"aunts-up-the-cross-by-robin-dalton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/2017\/04\/aunts-up-the-cross-by-robin-dalton\/","title":{"rendered":"\u2018Aunts Up The Cross\u2019 by Robin Dalton"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cMy great-aunt Juliet was knocked over and killed by a bus when she was eighty-five. The bus was travelling very slowly in the right direction and could hardly have been missed by anyone except Aunt Juliet, who must have been travelling fairly fast in the wrong direction.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"'AuntsSo begins this highly entertaining memoir about a rich and eccentric Sydney family in the 1920s and 1930s. The author\u2019s many older relatives tend to die in unusual ways: Aunt Juliet\u2019s husband was killed when he fell through the dining room floor and broke his neck; Uncle Spot fell off a ladder while attempting to change a light bulb; Uncle Luke tumbled backwards off his office chair; Aunt Eva ate too many green apples; Aunt Jan died \u201cfrom blowing up a balloon\u201d. Even a visiting plumber dies of a heart attack after catching sight of the author\u2019s ravishing mother, who\u2019d \u201cemerged naked from her dressing room en route to take a bath\u201d. <\/p>\n

There are also a number of unbalanced servants, pets and permanent house-guests, as well as an interfering grandmother who lives downstairs with batty Aunt Juliet (before Juliet gets run over by the bus) and a doctor father with a gambling habit who manages to shoot his own knee off (by accident, in his consulting rooms, while seeing a patient). The author claims \u201cit was the clash and mingling of the Irish [on her father\u2019s side] and Jewish [on her mother\u2019s side] temperaments which provided this climate of high dramatic comedy. The fact that the doors were open and everybody joined in was pure Australian.\u201d<\/p>\n

Aunts Up The Cross<\/em><\/a> was first published in 1965, long after the author had moved to London, and it shows (the author is particularly scathing about Australian architecture and the state of Australian theatre). The edition I read, however, was the 2001 Penguin re-release, which includes dozens of fascinating photographs of the various aunts and uncles and grandparents, the author\u2019s extremely good-looking parents and the author herself as a pretty and indulged only child. There are also photos of the family mansion in Kings Cross, which burned down during the Second World War and is now the site of Fitzroy Gardens<\/a> and the El Alamein Fountain.<\/p>\n

My only criticism would be that this book is so short, a mere two hundred pages. I\u2019d have liked to have learned more about the author herself, who went to a day school with the Governor\u2019s daughter, then a posh country boarding school before working for the U.S. Army office in Sydney during the war and getting engaged multiple times. However the author<\/a>, now ninety-six, has a new memoir out entitled One Leg Over<\/em><\/a>, apparently about the many men who fell in love with her over her long and eventful life, so I have that to look forward to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cMy great-aunt Juliet was knocked over and killed by a bus when she was eighty-five. The bus was travelling very slowly in the right direction and could hardly have been missed by anyone except Aunt Juliet, who must have been travelling fairly fast in the wrong direction.\u201d So begins this highly entertaining memoir about a … Continue reading \u2018Aunts Up The Cross\u2019 by Robin Dalton<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,6,18,5],"tags":[251],"class_list":["post-5247","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1930s","category-books","category-my-favourite-books","category-wwii","tag-robin-dalton"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5247","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5247"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5247\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5254,"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5247\/revisions\/5254"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5247"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5247"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michellecooper-writer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5247"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}