Sunday At Kooyong Road
Condition: SECONDHAND
This is a secondhand book. The jacket image is a photograph of the exact copy we have in stock. This image shows the condition of this book. Further condition remarks are below.
Condition remarks:
Book: Good
Jacket: Chipped and worn with some minor damage
Pages: Good
A vivid portrait of mid-twentieth-century Melbourne life, Sunday at Kooyong Road by Brian Lewis is a rich autobiographical memoir that transports the reader to the leafy, tram-lined streets of Armadale in the 1920s and 1930s, capturing a vanished world of domestic rituals, social proprieties, and quiet suburban ambition. Through the lens of his own childhood and family life, Lewis chronicles the rhythms of a genteel Jewish-Australian household, painting an intimate picture of a community navigating cultural identity, tradition, and the peculiar formalities of the era's middle-class life. Lewis writes with warmth, precision, and an architect's eye for detail — unsurprising given his distinguished career in that field — rendering the sights, sounds, and textures of a bygone Melbourne with almost photographic fidelity. Celebrated as a vivid social document as much as a personal memoir, the work stands as an important contribution to Australian cultural history, illuminating the interplay between immigrant aspiration and Australian identity. For anyone drawn to the intimate history of a city and a community, this memoir leaves one wondering just how much of that lost world still echoes in the streets today.
Author: Brian Lewis
Format: Hardback
Genre: Australian history
Condition remarks:
Book: Good
Jacket: Chipped and worn with some minor damage
Pages: Good
A vivid portrait of mid-twentieth-century Melbourne life, Sunday at Kooyong Road by Brian Lewis is a rich autobiographical memoir that transports the reader to the leafy, tram-lined streets of Armadale in the 1920s and 1930s, capturing a vanished world of domestic rituals, social proprieties, and quiet suburban ambition. Through the lens of his own childhood and family life, Lewis chronicles the rhythms of a genteel Jewish-Australian household, painting an intimate picture of a community navigating cultural identity, tradition, and the peculiar formalities of the era's middle-class life. Lewis writes with warmth, precision, and an architect's eye for detail — unsurprising given his distinguished career in that field — rendering the sights, sounds, and textures of a bygone Melbourne with almost photographic fidelity. Celebrated as a vivid social document as much as a personal memoir, the work stands as an important contribution to Australian cultural history, illuminating the interplay between immigrant aspiration and Australian identity. For anyone drawn to the intimate history of a city and a community, this memoir leaves one wondering just how much of that lost world still echoes in the streets today.