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[Lt Col Edward D (Moke) Murray]... an outstanding officer in the Indian Army and became a Gurkha commander in Malaya. In 1939 he fired the crucial shot that dispersed a strike that threatened the Raj. He became an outstanding leader in the fight against the Japanese in Assam and Burma. He suppressed the Viet Minh in Saigon in 1945, in what can be seen as the start of the Vietnam War. He was Allied Land Commander in Cambodia and supervised the surrender of the Japanese there. In 1953 he was cheered by millions along the eight-kilometre route of Elizabeth II's coronation parade as he marched at the head of the hugely popular Gurkha contingent. But when he died not a single obituary of him appeared, apart from a short notice in the Gurkha gazette.From Anthony Barnett's IntroductionWhat sort of man was 'Moke' Murray, this forgotten Achilles of the dying British Empire? He served his King in wars from Waziristan to Burma and helped to shape the future of Indochina. But, as this touching and fascinating biography recounts, he ended his life in lonely poverty as the Empire itself dissolved and fell out of memory. Neal Ascherson, novelist, reporter and historian

This book sees Ted Egan begin with 'Kulilkatima ... Try to understand, this land Australia ...' and then proceed to give us his understanding and experience to point a path forward for the nation. He ranges from teaching ethics in schools to future urban car-parking systems, and he has hopes for a special place for the First Australians in his tomorrow, throwing a flag and a national anthem into our luggage for the journey.

A young Sydneysider in London, Lenore Blackwood, was getting work as an actress, pulling beers to pay the rent, and reading about Gandhi, Nehru, Menon and the very new Republic of India. Before the Hippie Trail opened, before Westerners in serious numbers heard the spiritual song of the ashram, or the material one of getting a foothold in the world's second biggest market, Lenore wanted to go where very few Westerners went.For seven months in the 1950s she crossed the new nation from the Himalayas to Kerala and independent Ceylon. She visited cities like Bombay, Calcutta, Madras and Benares, cities whose names were already becoming extinct on the lips of the world. The diarist joined pilgrims to see the icy lingam of Shiva, one of the most arduous pilgrimages on Earth. She sought out be-by-herself walks through nature to see art: through exotic acacias and abandoned garden flowers, an elephant mother-and-infant's bath time, climbed to high places, and on to temples to rival those of Athens or Rome, and where the rulers' respect for the sculptors' trade surpassed them both. Welcome to the wonder Lenore Blackwood felt.Yet most of this book is about people she met. Prem and his family stand out, then and for life thereafter.This is a book for Westerners who find the sub-continent and its people fascinating, and fo rthe Indian diaspora.

For this absorbing portrait of his mother, David Chandler drew on hundreds of letters that she sent and received, on his own warm memories, and the many and copious medical records from her hospitalizations in 1937 and 1963, afflicted with what were then called nervous breakdowns.Gabrielle Chanler, nicknamed Bebo as a small child, was born into the upper reaches of New York society, deftly described in the novels of Edith Wharton, a life-long friend of Bebo's mother. Educated at a Catholic boarding school in London and in art schools in New York and Paris, Bebo added a "d" to her name when she married Porter Chandler, a lawyer who later became a became a partner in a New York law firm. David was the third of the Chandlers' four children.In the 1930s Bebo campaigned against Prohibition, supported the Catholic Worker movement and served on the board of the Museum of Modern Art. After the war she worked with the Third Hour, an ecumenical movement.For the last 10 years of Bebo was nourished by her companionable marriage, her wide circle of friends and by her profound religious faith. After her death of cancer in 1958 Bebo's friends and relatives recalled her intense intellectual curiosity, her convivial sense of the absurd, her interest in people, and her joie de vivre, which was especially intense because it was thrown off balance from time to time by what Bebo called "bouts of edginess and melancholy".

This book first appeared in 1991, claiming it 'replenishes the sense of what is possible'. It still does. This edition shows what is possible being done daily, problems encountered and overcome, breakthroughs big and small, the spread of the work across the globe, how more and more people are getting modern eye care... and how The Foundation bearing Fred Hollows' name is setting up an ever accelerating attack on blindness the like of which has never been seen before.The book's heart is the same: the life, work and ideas of Fred Hollows.Fred was no saint, didn't pretend to be. He was as rough a diamond as they come. Tom Keneally called him 'the wild colonial boy of Australian surgery'.'Every eye is an eye' as Fred put it, and there's somewhere between 25 to 40 million blind in the Third World, half that preventable cataract work. Daunting, but no excuse for inaction or failure. He knew what tools were needed. Look, talk, listen, think. Urgent problem, time available unknown.Now this lean but sturdy foundation is growing and many more vital trained people are available and the number of operations a day, a year, is climbing.'The patient, whoever, wherever, he or she may be, will see the doctor'. Today, a lot of patients are seeing the doctor, and many more will tomorrow.'A story to lift the spirits... it is possible to change the world.' - Judith Wright, Sun Herald.'...an all-action drama' - Kirsty Cameron, Australian'In parts this is a shocking book' - Peter Wilmoth, AgeFor information about The Fred Hollows Foundation visit www.hollows.org