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: Worn/faded, no tears
Pages: Good
A quiet suburban street becomes the unlikely stage for a rich tapestry of memory, identity, and belonging in Brian Lewis's Sunday at Kooyong Road. Set against the backdrop of mid-twentieth-century Melbourne, the book chronicles life as it was lived in the leafy, respectable avenues of Kooyong — a world of Sunday rituals, family dynamics, and the particular texture of Australian middle-class existence — rendered with warmth, precision, and an acute eye for the telling detail. Lewis writes with the intimacy of a memoirist and the craft of a seasoned storyteller, capturing a vanishing world where neighbourhood and routine carried the full weight of a life. The work stands as a quietly powerful document of Australian social history, illuminating how place shapes identity and how the rhythms of a single street can contain an entire era. For readers drawn to evocative portraits of time and place, Sunday at Kooyong Road poses an irresistible question: how much of who we are is simply where — and when — we grew up?
Author: Brian Lewis
Format: Hardback
Genre: Australian history
Condition remarks:
Book: Good
Jacket: Worn/faded, no tears
Pages: Good
A quiet suburban street becomes the unlikely stage for a rich tapestry of memory, identity, and belonging in Brian Lewis's Sunday at Kooyong Road. Set against the backdrop of mid-twentieth-century Melbourne, the book chronicles life as it was lived in the leafy, respectable avenues of Kooyong — a world of Sunday rituals, family dynamics, and the particular texture of Australian middle-class existence — rendered with warmth, precision, and an acute eye for the telling detail. Lewis writes with the intimacy of a memoirist and the craft of a seasoned storyteller, capturing a vanishing world where neighbourhood and routine carried the full weight of a life. The work stands as a quietly powerful document of Australian social history, illuminating how place shapes identity and how the rhythms of a single street can contain an entire era. For readers drawn to evocative portraits of time and place, Sunday at Kooyong Road poses an irresistible question: how much of who we are is simply where — and when — we grew up?