Lech Blaine

Griffith Review Fellowship

I was very lucky a couple of weeks ago to be awarded a Queensland Writing Fellowship. The list is filled with great names. It’s a terrific initiative by the Griffith Review, the State Government and many others who made it possible.

The short shrift is that I will have two pieces featured by the Griffith Review in 2017. The first will be published in Griffith Review 56: Millennials Strike Back. It will be an excerpt from the start of my first book Car Crash: A Memoir, which Black Inc. will release in 2018.

The second piece will be published in Griffith Review 57: Perils of Populism. It is a personal essay about the foster care system in Queensland.

Car Crash

Black Inc. have acquired the rights to my first book Car Crash: A Memoir. It’s about grief, trauma and technology. The speed and vanity of modern life. The banality of loss and commodification of longing. Everything going to plan, the book will be released in 2018, by which point my hair will be completely and not just semi-grey.

You can read more info at the website below:

Black Inc. Books

Elegy for a Millionaire

The Lifted Brow published an essay of mine in their ‘Capital’ edition. It’s a stupidly good line up of writing dealing with the richest subject available: money.

The piece is called ‘Elegy for a Millionaire’. The subject is my dad. It’s about how the trauma and poorness of his childhood created a lifelong obsession with wealth and leaving behind a financial legacy. Also: how workaholism is a well-meaning way to die early while earning your kids a lifetime of neurosis on the subjects of love and money.

You can read an excerpt from the essay at The Lifted Brow website.


Scribe Non-Fiction Prize shortlist

I was stoked to get on the shortlist for the 2016 Scribe Non-Fiction Prize. The title of my submission was iGrief: a survivor’s guide to dying. You can read an interview about my entry here or below. Read the rest of this entry »


Alien She Zine

Elijah was staying at a halfway house beside the racecourse. It was arranged by a charity called Changing Lanes. You fill out an A4 sheet with hobbies and rental history and recent mental illnesses. A few weeks later they e-mail you a shopping list of houses and housemates and all their dumb thumbnails of suffering. Read the rest of this entry »

Too Much of a Good Thing


Tincture Journal

And then the seasons change. The summer is long and hot and wet. The drought comes under threat. Experts keep predicting floods. Talk is cheap, so locals go great lengths to demonstrate their readiness. Supermarkets are fleeced of canned meat and pumpkin soup and dried fruit. The aisles swim with housewives in multiple files. They stockpile never-ending supplies of birth control and anti-depressants. Husbands plan to make a final stand against the weather. Bunnings runs out of sandbags and army knives. Everyone cracks jokes about the apocalypse. Behind the jokes is crippling fear. People believe they can avert the worst by expecting it. Read the rest of this entry »



November 7, 1983

Elijah is taken on a Monday.

See his kidnappers on the freeway. Holden Kingswood, old and brown. Two men with ponytails and tense expressions. It’s half past three. The road is teeming with cars. The cars are absolutely gleaming. Timber walls contain the metal from the sprawl. Read the rest of this entry »