I found three more university-based reviews in the archives: published in Coppertales, the New England Review, and another journal I’m unable to place.
From ‘Coppertales’, No. 4, Nov 1997, reviewed by Alison Bartlett.
Gotta say we were both a little amused at the failure of this reviewer to recognise irony. I’ve known Kim a long time and the last word I’d use to describe him or his work is ‘repugnant’. (But then, this reviewer did insert herself into the review, which is a bit of a no-no, and her emotions clearly over rode professionalism on this occasion). The job of a reviewer is to respond to the work, not discuss their own personal life. Just saying. And I’ve written a LOT of reviews.
Incidentally, Kim has no children, so admitting he’s not an expert nappy changer isn’t the damning admission it would be if he were an actual parent. That doesn’t make him ‘anti family’. Fatherhood just wasn’t his deal. And part of the reason I was initially attracted to him was that he recognised how oppressive normative gender roles are for ALL of us. He didn’t want to be King Bloke. And I didn’t want to be Little Woman. We’ve spent our life together just being who we are without these artificial constraints. And I’ve got to say it’s been bloody wonderful.)Out in the ‘real world’ of the 1990s it was usually me copping flack for my feminist content while Joe Average in the pub thought Kim was a Good Bloke inexplicably hanging out with a Loudmouthed Bitch.
So it was quite weird to read this review that was so glowing about my work and offended by his. There’s a first time for everything!)
Anyway, each to their own! You’ll never please everyone and this reviewer was immediately post partum and, no doubt, sleep deprived – so we were inclined to laugh it off and be forgiving.There are new ideologues in academia now, And some of them are offended by the use of the word ‘woman’. Because it excludes ‘non-men without uteruses‘. Go figure! Everything changes. Including language.
Our dear departed friend Greg Shortis published this one in the ‘New England Review‘, Summer 1997-98.
The review by the late Cornelis Vleeskins’ was found in our archives but somehow it’s source wasn’t recorded in the scrapbook, sorry. The ‘Rex’ he mentions was the late and much-loved Melbourne poet, Rex Buckingham.