- Quintessential Queensland
- Perceptions: how people understand the landscape
- From runs to closer settlement
- Geological survey of Queensland
- Mapping a new colony, 1860-80
- Mapping the Torres Strait: from TI to Magani Malu and Zenadh Kes
- Order in Paradise: a colonial gold field
- Queensland atlas, 1865
- Queensland mapping since 1900
- Rainforests of North Queensland
- Queenslanders: people in the landscape
- Aboriginal heroes: episodes in the colonial landscape
- Australian South Sea Islanders
- Cane fields and solidarity in the multiethnic north
- Colonial immigration to Queensland
- Greek Cafés in the landscape of Queensland
- Hispanics and human rights in Queensland’s public spaces
- Italians in north Queensland
- Lebanese in rural Queensland
- Queensland clothing
- Queensland for ‘the best kind of population, primary producers’
- Movement: how people move through the landscape
- Air travel in Queensland
- Bicycling through Brisbane, 1896
- Cobb & Co
- Journey to Hayman Island, 1938
- Law and story-strings
- Mobile kids: children’s explorations of Cherbourg
- Movable heritage of North Queensland
- The Queen in Queensland, 1954
- Transient Chinese in colonial Queensland
- Travelling times by rail
- Pathways: how things move through the landscape and where they are made
- Aboriginal dreaming paths and trading ways
- Chinese traders in the nineteenth century
- Introducing the cane toad
- Pituri bag
- Press and the media
- Radio in Queensland
- The telephone in Queensland
- ‘A little bit of love for me and a murder for my old man’: the Queensland Bush Book Club
- Separation: divisions in the landscape
- Asylums in the landscape
- Brisbane River
- Changing landscape of radicalism
- Civil government boundaries
- Convict Brisbane
- Dividing Queensland - Pauline Hanson’s One Nation Party
- High water mark: the shifting electoral landscape 2001-12
- Hospitals in the landscape
- Indigenous health
- Palm Island
- Secession movements
- Separate spheres: gender and dress codes
- Separating land, separating culture
- Stone walls do a prison make: law on the landscape
- The 1967 Referendum – the State comes together?
- Utopian communities
- Whiteness in the tropics
- Conflict: how people contest the landscape
- A tale of two elections – One Nation and political protest
- Battle of Brisbane – Australian masculinity under threat
- Dangerous spaces - youth politics in Brisbane, 1960s-70s
- Fortress Queensland 1942-45
- Grassy hills: colonial defence and coastal forts
- Great Shearers’ Strike of 1891
- Iwasaki project
- Johannes Bjelke-Petersen: straddling a barbed wire fence
- Mount Etna: Queensland's longest environmental conflict
- Native Police
- Skyrail Cairns
- Staunch but conservative – the trade union movement in Rockhampton
- The Chinese question
- Thomas Wentworth Wills and Cullin-la-ringo Station
- Imagination: how people have imagined Queensland
- Brisbane River and Moreton Bay: Thomas Welsby
- Changing views of the Glasshouse Mountains
- Imagining Queensland in film and television production
- Literary mapping of Brisbane in the 1990s
- Looking at Mount Coot-tha
- Mapping the Macqueen farm
- Mapping the mythic: Hugh Sawrey's ‘outback’
- People’s Republic of Woodford
- The Pineapple Girl
- The writers of Tamborine Mountain
- Vance and Nettie Palmer
- Memory: how people remember the landscape
- Berajondo and Mill Point: remembering place and landscape
- Cemeteries in the landscape
- Landscapes of memory: Tjapukai Dance Theatre and Laura Festival
- Out where the dead towns lie
- Queensland in miniature: the Brisbane Exhibition
- Roadside ++++ memorials
- Shipwrecks as graves
- The Dame in the tropics: Nellie Melba
- Vanished heritage
- War memorials
- Curiosity: knowledge through the landscape
- A playground for science: Great Barrier Reef
- Duboisia hopwoodii: a colonial curiosity
- Great Artesian Basin: water from deeper down
- In search of Landsborough
- James Cook’s hundred days in Queensland
- Mutual curiosity – Aboriginal people and explorers
- Queensland Acclimatisation Society
- Queensland’s own sea monster: a curious tale of loss and regret
- St Lucia: degrees of landscape
- Transformation: how the landscape has changed and been modified
- Kill, cure, or strangle: Atherton Tablelands
- National parks in Queensland
- Pastoralism 1860s–1915
- Prickly pear
- Repurchasing estates: the transformation of Durundur
- Sunshine Coast
- The Brigalow
- Walter Reid Cultural Centre, Rockhampton: back again
- Pleasure: how people enjoy the landscape
- Bushwalking in Queensland
- Cherbourg that’s my home: celebrating landscape through song
- Creating rural attractions
- Queer pleasure: masculinity, male homosexuality and public space
- Railway refreshment rooms
- Regional cinema
- Schoolies week: a festival of misrule
- The sporting landscape
- Visiting the Great Barrier Reef
Life for a woman in the Queensland Outback in the early twentieth century featured relentless chores and many hardships. She was often isolated from other women, far from the nearest neighbour and constantly battling the elements.
To help relieve the isolation of their ‘sisters’ in the bush, philanthropic-minded women in Brisbane organised a book and magazine-lending service for families living in the Queensland Outback. It operated from 1921-67, taking advantage of reduced rates on the railroads to circulate parcels of reading matter. The Club began before the existence of a comprehensive system of public libraries in Australia. These elite city women sought to serve settlers in remote districts who had no access to a School of Arts Library.
Bush Book Club organisers also sought to educate city dwellers about the sacrifices of the bush settlers, whom they regarded as heroic and hard-working, but in need of uplifting. Through the process of lending books, a long-running correspondence was established between country women and their benefactors in the cities. Their letters, excerpted in the Club’s annual reports, were filled with stories of all manner of hardships, from cyclones, floods, and punishing heat to fires, pestilence and farm accidents. The arrival of a parcel was a welcome diversion.
Distribution by rail
The Club had offices in Brisbane, Townsville and Ipswich. It circulated 500 books each week to more than 2200 residents. For 2 shillings and 6 pence per year country readers were guaranteed four parcels, each with ten books and six magazines.
Parcels circulated from reader to reader, instead of coming back to headquarters. Club secretaries in the northern and southern districts devised a carefully mapped out travel route, kept lists of their subscribers along each rail route and maintained a card file which listed each subscriber’s reading tastes. When books wore out they were given to lighthouses, railway, forestry, mining and road construction camps and to missions for Aborigines.
Book distribution by rail was more challenging than in neighbouring New South Wales where rails ran fan-wise out from Sydney. In Queensland there were several unlinked railway systems. Families would make their way to the nearest railway station to collect their parcels. Those living a long distance from the rail depot, made arrangements with private carters or the postal service for the next leg of the journey.
The Queensland Government supported the Bush Book Club with a rail subsidy of £800 per year which made distribution affordable. Local carters carried books from the centres to the railway stations free of charge. Shipper John Burke & Coy gave free carriage for all parcels travelling by sea to the Gulf ports, lighthouses and islands.
A map, hung in the Brisbane office, illustrated the immense territory covered by the Club - from Birdsville in the south to Coen, Cape York, and settlements along the Gulf of Carpentaria in the north. Books travelled to sheep stations near the Western border and to lighthouses up and down the coast. Parcels going to Burketown from the Townsville centre, went 1400 miles to Dobbyn where the rails ended, and then overland by private carrier. The central line extended to Longreach and Winton. The southern line ran west to Quilpie and Cunnamulla and southwest to Dirranbandi.
A trip of 1000 miles was not uncommon. Parcels might go 800 or more miles by train and then another 100 by car. In 1946 one member got her books from the closest rail depot, in Mount Isa, which was still 300 miles from her home. One reader in 1926 described a parcel travelling from Townsville, 414 miles by rail to Gilliat, where the mailman would take it another 20 miles. From there it would be carried by cart or automobile for another 60 miles and be left ‘at the fence’ which was still a three mile walk from her house.
Deliveries to Cape York Peninsula came by boat to a port usually 50 or more miles away, and then by pack horse as late as 1955. The Club also had an arrangement with the Flying Doctors to help with deliveries.
Settlers were grateful for the reading matter. Many had grown up in towns with book shops and Schools of Art and they carried the habit of reading into the bush. Tastes ranged from popular novels and poetry to serious works of history and science. H.G. Wells’ Outline of history was always at the top of the waiting list.
One reader requested Dante’s Divine Comedy in English, French or German and added that if the Club had any books in ancient languages he found Greek easier to read than Latin. Others asked for the translations of French and Russian classics. To counteract a life of drudgery, romance and mystery tales were much in demand, particularly the works of Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, Edgar Wallace, Ethel Dell and Elinor Glyn. One reader in 1930 begged for ‘Love stories please, because you get all the other things in real life, but not love stories.’ Another in 1953 requested ‘A little bit of love for me and a murder for my old man.’
The settlers particularly appreciated volumes on travel, exploration and any books by Ion Idriess. Book Club records show that Idriess’s works were much in demand. Requests for Flynn of the Inland and Cattle King appear frequently on the waiting list. One reader wrote to the Club in 1951: ‘Please give me any Australian novels dealing with the outback. I want to learn all I can about the country I am beginning to love. I have just read Flynn of the Inland. It is such men as he who make Australia a great nation’. One letter in 1953 proclaimed, ‘We are hundreds of miles from a library. Our choice of books is non-fiction and travel chiefly, but actually we read anything and devour Australian books.’
Sympathy and understanding
Besides lending books, the city women extended a sympathetic ear to country dwellers. Bush correspondence was filled with descriptions of harsh circumstances. One woman wrote in 1934, ‘My husband had to go to the township and before he could return the Creek rushed into flood, cutting me off. As I was alone with my children I knew I would have to keep vigil all night. Thanks to the Bush Book Club the horror of that night was lessened; had I not had splendid books to read I think I should have gone mad.’
The country women also wrote asking advice on household matters, requesting recipes or patterns or sharing news of their children. They came to view the corresponding secretary, and the other women in the Brisbane office as friends.
Membership in the Queensland Bush Book Club declined during World War II in the face of shortages in paper, petrol and donated books. In the next decades the Queensland Railways closed a number of its smaller branch lines and the Club lost more subscribers. Better roads, the establishment of regional libraries, as well as cars, radio, telephone and television, all helped ease the isolation of earlier years. The Club closed its doors in 1967.
The Queensland Bush Book Club was important because it reached out to an otherwise ignored constituency at a time when there was no other book lending service to remote communities. City women forged a bond with country women and enriched the cultural experience for many. The Club laid the groundwork for the establishment of public library service in rural areas and helped sustain a reading habit over the course of 46 years, touching thousands of individuals.
Queensland Bush Book Club, Annual Reports, 1921-67
Date created:28 September 2010
Copyright © Robin Wagner, 2010
I would like to thank you for your letters and your books. My husband’s mother must have been one of our first readings and she often spoke of the Club. It added such an interest to her life. I think she was the finest type of pioneer I know, and I would like to tell you about her.
She was born near Cunnamulla and during all her life I don’t think she knew a dozen women intimately. She only went to Brisbane twice. But please don’t pity her because she was the happiest woman I know. One parcel you sent almost at the beginning had three books which still contained the name of the giver with a little message from her. It was the name of a well known Brisbane woman, and my mother in law always felt as though she was a personal friend. When the Brisbane papers came she would search the social columns for news of her friend, and was happy for the day if she found her dress described at the races or at a party. I often begged her to write to the lady, but she was too shy. In some of the books I notice that the names of the original owners have been cut out. Do leave them in future because some lonely woman may make a friend in the same way.
Queensland Bush Book Club, Annual Report, 1926
I have to thank you for the wonderful holiday. I haven’t been away for many years but I travelled far and wide with the last parcel. The perfect holiday they say combines escape inwards with escape outwards but when the latter is not forthcoming, it is still possible to obtain the escape inwards - for a member of the Bush Book Club anyway.
I have had the most entrancing holiday, visiting Java with Winifred Ponder. I have been admitted to Farthing Hall and watched the development of a romantic love story and enjoyed the domestic difference of two very likeable people. I have joined Lord Peter Whimsey in his pursuit of the murderer in The Crime at Bellona Club and positively swaggered up and down the Spanish Main in the wake of Captain Blood. Now I am going back to my mending and banking and cleaning with heaps of new friends and much to think about and many incidents to laugh over. It’s a wonderful thing to laugh. Such a pity that one so soon forgets the trick of it surrounded by miles of parched brownness and dazzled by heat haze, with the dreary knowledge in the background of dying cattle and overworked men-folk — But I feel ever so refreshed with new things to think and talk about.
Queensland Bush Book Club, Annual Report, 1936