Marginalia — Josephine Wilson

EXTINCTIONS WINS THE 2017 MILES FRANKLIN AWARD

• Charlotte Guest • Extinctions • Josephine Wilson • Miles Franklin Literary Award • The Dorothy Hewett Award • The Dorothy Hewett Award for an Unpublished Manuscript

EXTINCTIONS WINS THE 2017 MILES FRANKLIN AWARD

Extinctions by Josephine Wilson wins the 2017 Miles Franklin Literary Award

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Extinctions SHORTLISTED for the Miles Franklin Literary Award

• Charlotte Guest • Extinctions • Josephine Wilson • The Dorothy Hewett Award • The Miles Franklin Literary Award

Extinctions SHORTLISTED for the Miles Franklin Literary Award

Josephine Wilson steps closer to the prize...

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EXTINCTIONS LONGLISTED FOR THE 2017 MILES FRANKLIN

• Charlotte Guest • Extinctions • Josephine Wilson • The Miles Franklin Award

EXTINCTIONS LONGLISTED FOR THE 2017 MILES FRANKLIN

Extinctions by Josephine Wilson has been longlisted for the 2017 Miles Franklin Award!

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Lucy Dougan launches Extinctions by Josephine Wilson

• Charlotte Guest • Extinctions • Josephine Wilson • Launch • Lucy Dougan • The Dorothy Hewett Award for an Unpublished Manuscript

Lucy Dougan launches Extinctions by Josephine Wilson

What is it that we want a novel to do? I think we want it to be about big ideas. I think we want it to ask deeply difficult human questions. I think we want it to speak to now and, I think we want – and maybe without really understanding why or how, at least on an initial read, for the very form to somehow also be telling the story. I really can’t begin to tell all the elegant ways in which Jo achieves this in Extinctions but she does it from page one.

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An extract from Extinctions by Josephine Wilson

• UWA Publishing • Dorothy Hewett Award for an Unpublished Manuscript • Extinctions • Josephine Wilson

Sunday January 17, 2006

Out the window there was nothing that could be called poetry, nothing wind-swept, billowing, tossing or turning in a streaky sky, nothing other than a taut blue sky and the low drone of air conditioners. In car parks across the city women pulled on soft cotton hats and cowered under brollies. Babies kicked and squalled, itchy with heat rash. Fridges groaned. Water dripped from old rubber seals. Milk soured. Fans turned. The grid strained.

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