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Nightmare on Shaw Street getting lost in shorty's private collection
Zeehan's main street is silent and deserted as I drive through at lunchtime. The main street which bisects the town is lined with the abandoned shells of grand old 'frontier' buildings, one of which now houses a cafeteria that is closed as I drive through. Another building, lacking a...
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Published in: | Cultural studies review 2012-12, Vol.18 (3), p.263-280 |
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Language: | English |
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Summary: | Zeehan's main street is silent and deserted as I drive through at lunchtime. The main street which bisects the town is lined with the abandoned shells of grand old 'frontier' buildings, one of which now houses a cafeteria that is closed as I drive through. Another building, lacking a sign-front, houses ghostly mannequins made up in dated attire, making it difficult to ascertain whether it's a museum of dead styles or another charity clothes shop which would add to the town's strange surplus of op-shops displaying colourful knitted jumpers and stuffed toys. Other shopfronts stand abandoned, windows splintered. When I go to the petrol station to fill up, the booth is unmanned and fuel is only accessible by the swipe of a credit card. After Peter Conrad passed through here in 1987, he added the place to his catalogue of Tasmanian ghost towns, noting 'a rusted cannon parked in a field of daisies outside the cream and blue-trimmed hut of the Returned Servicemen's League, its metal drooping with fatigue and rot'. |
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ISSN: | 1837-8692 1446-8123 1837-8692 |
DOI: | 10.5130/csr.v18i3.1997 |