My first non-fiction book, The Fictional Woman, was launched last month at the Sydney Writers’ Festival and has since become a #1 non-fiction best-seller. At the launch, guests were invited to share the fictions that have followed them through their lives.
As some of you would now know, my afternoon took an unusual turn. I was punched by a stranger while crossing the road alone on Market Street and Pitt Street in Sydney CBD around lunchtime, near Hyde Park. The man who attacked me appeared to be highly agitated and drug affected or mentally unwell, and […]
In order to address the fictions about other women, I had to also address the fictions about myself. One of those fictions is that I am ‘Teflon Tara’ and nothing has chinked my armour; my life has been as smooth and unmarked by pain and loss as one of those shiny advertisements I posed for over the years while making my living as a fashion model.
Cathedral Rock National Park boasts some of the more spectacular bushwalks in NSW. Dominated by tall, striking granite tors – many of which I found to be somewhat reminiscent of the mysterious moai of Easter Island – rising out of a scenic forest of eucalypts, Cathedral Rock Track is something every avid hiker should experience.
Not so long ago, in a studio in Sydney, we shot the cover of my first ever non-fiction book. The experience was unexpectedly cathartic, and for the photographer, makeup artist and crew, a touch confronting, I was told.
In February I was contacted by one of my long-standing crime research contacts. He explained that he is currently stationed at Manus Island, and that the information being made public about the violence that took place there was not correct. I came forward with this information at his request, once I was able to fully verify his account.