This is not a memoir of what it was like to be a nurse on a sheep station. When Hayes joined one of the largest cattle runs in the world, she signed on as a station nurse...and hostess. Basically because at that time she was one of two women on the station. However, there is very little mention of treating patients on a day-to-day basis, and less real description of what her "hostessing" duties entailed. It's mostly descriptions of romances, social life, parties and weddings (lots of weddings), and the all-important race meetings. On her honeymoon, the couple throw a noisy, drunken party into the small hours at a hotel, and are "very shocked" early the next morning when the management asks them to leave ASAP, and yet she can be very superior and nasty about anyone else's drinking habits, particularly her boss, "who was like a child in the way he wanted me and Ralph (...) to come to his quarters and listen to him babble on about nothing." Nice.
The authoress seems set on the reader's awareness of how she rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous, even before she gets back to Australia--she drops 3 famous names and as many more connexions in the first 25 pages, and thereafter continually "drops" the titles of other books on the Outback put out by her publisher, though I suppose they could have been planted by her editor. Though she also "drops" the fact that one of her great-aunts married the founder of the publishing house, so... Oh, and can we talk about the editing, or lack thereof? Obviously Hayes is no writer, but the text is scrappily told; it's a chain of supershort, often incomplete anecdotes. She sets up some big event (a bush fire, a dangerous strike, etc) and in three sentences, she's off to something else at some other point in time. Not to mention the lack of proofreading: at one point she mentions Negri races, "of which I was to learn more about." ???
Her blindess about the government resettlement of Aborigine groups fits in with her "everything was lovely between the races on the station" agenda. I was reminded of the older US Southerners' reactions to the abolition/civil rights struggles. Her husband Ralph was "raised" by an Aborigine woman, and she consistently describes the people as childlike, etc. If everything was always so lovely and respectful on both sides, why did she feel the need to keep bringing it up? She is also very nasty about "the settlement folk" and at one point is immensely relieved that she won't have to live too near them. She discusses how low Aborigine pay was in the sixties and seventies, but says they "didn't want more"--according to her, they weren't the ones agitating! We are told all the Aborigine employees simply walked off the station one day, but she implies it's because she and her husband were managing another property by then; if they'd been there everything would have continued to be lovely and fine. Uh-huh.
Whenever someone different to herself and those she likes turns up there is this strange disconnect of sensibilities and she can be very harsh. Not a nice person. Short and scrappy as this book is, I found myself skimming. It would have benefited from a ghost writer, or a decent editor.