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A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...

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156<br />

He must be able to work 23 hours 593/4 minutes out of the 24, drink, ride,<br />

shoot, swim, swear, fight, sketch, talk, bow nicely to a woman, flatter a<br />

Cabinet Minister, drive an engine, sail a boat, pick a lock, obtain information<br />

from a policeman, tip the winner, carry on a conversation with a deaf-mute,<br />

go without a dinner and avoid getting a red nose. Unless a man has all these<br />

capacities and about a thousand others he will never make more than his salt<br />

as member of the Press. 1<br />

Whether he was writing against the evils of capital punishment, the difficult working<br />

conditions of the Australian seaman or the need to substitute arbitration for the<br />

fighting in the Boer War, the necessity to have more news of the way and less<br />

censorship of it, Brady was exercising many of the skills which he saw as part of the<br />

journalist’s stock-in-trade. Throughout all his writings ran an irrepressible humour<br />

and optimism – thoroughly blended with patriotism; this led to readable articles, if not<br />

always written in greatly – endearing “literary” style.<br />

He became more literary in his editorial work with The Native Companion, On taking<br />

over its editor’s chair from Bertram Stevens in 1907, Brady started a new series of the<br />

magazine and as was his custom, began with a literary manifesto (or rather, an artistic<br />

one):<br />

The New Series of The Native Companion, enlarged, will be illustrated by Line<br />

Drawings. No Photos, no Half-tone Blocks will be used. This is a somewhat<br />

new departure in modern magazine publication. The Editor’s idea is to give<br />

the Artist a chance. The artistic eye, which is the window of the aesthetic soul,<br />

perceives something more in a subject than the lines of a photographic<br />

instrument. It is that ‘something more; which The Native Companion, in its<br />

own way, and in the fulness of time, hopes to develop, the publication has been<br />

put before the personality; the individuality of the contributor was subserved<br />

to the idiosyncrasy of the editor. As a result, the writer and the artist worked<br />

more to please the editor than to please themselves, to express that which is in<br />

them – nearest to the heart. In order to give a Voice to Australian Genius,<br />

which will be something more than the photographic repetition of our own<br />

literary policy, we have decided not to adopt a literary policy at all. 2<br />

Of course, while such a statement no doubt appeared attractive to the prospective<br />

contributor, it was one impossible to sustain in practice. To have no policy was t print<br />

everything offered to the journal, and this of course, would plainly be impossible in<br />

terms of the production of a readable magazine of any literary merit whatsoever. But<br />

Brady meant that The Native Companion would not make a statement of policy which<br />

would prevent the free expression of ideas on important topics merely because they<br />

were against the personal policy of the editor – a different state of affairs. But here<br />

was merely another example of the Brady flamboyancy – the desire to achieve an<br />

effect without full concern for the implications of th4e activity. It was not really<br />

irresponsible of him; it was rather a display of what might be called journalistic flair –<br />

a quality the man often exhibited, especially when prospects ahead looked favourable,<br />

as they did at this time.<br />

1 “In Rags –Amateur Journalism in Australia: The Troubles of Newspaper Proprietors”, Bird-O’-<br />

Freedom, 20.4.1895, p.5<br />

2 The Native Companion, 29.5.1907

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