Geraldine Brooks – on life, love and loss – at the Library

Geraldine Brooks remembered the day her father took her to see the newspapers. This was in her native Australia. She was little, maybe 8. He was a proofreader at the paper, an American who settled in Down Under after a singing career, and he took her to the pressroom floor, where the heavy linotype machines whirred and clanged and the noise was unbelievable. “The foreman hit the button for the…