It's 1969 and a remote coastal town in Western Australia is poised to play a pivotal part in the moon landing. Perched on the red dunes of its outskirts looms the great Dish: a relay for messages between Apollo 11 and Houston, Texas.
Radar technician Evan Johnson and his colleagues stare, transfixed, at the moving images on the console - although his glossy young wife, Linda, seems distracted. Meanwhile the people of Port Badminton have gathered to watch Armstrong's small step on a single tiny television screen sitting centre stage in the old theatre. The Kelly family, a crop of red heads, sit in rare silence. Dressmaker Marj Kelly considers not the lunar module, but the finishing touches of Linda Johnson's silver Moon Ball gown. Roo shooters at the back of the hall squint through their rifle sights to see the tiny screen.
I'm in my cage on the Kellys' back verandah. I sit here, unheard, underestimated, biscuit crumbs on my beak. But fate is a curious thing. For just as Evan Johnson's story is about to end (and perhaps with a giant leap), my story prepares to take flight...
The Lucky Galah is a novel about fate. About Australia. About what it means to be human. It just happens to be narrated by a galah called Lucky.
- Publication Date:
- 27 / 02 / 2018
- 151 x 235 x 23mm