Robyn Davidson - Works

Works

  • Davidson, Robyn (30 May 1995). Tracks. Vintage. ISBN 0-679-76287-6.
  • Davidson, Robyn; Thomas Keneally and Patsy Adam-Smith (1987). Australia: Beyond the Dreamtime. Facts on File. ISBN 0-8160-1922-3.
  • Davidson, Robyn (September 1993). Travelling Light, a collection of essays. Harpercollins; Paperback Original edition. ISBN 0-207-18034-2.
  • Writer, Mail Order Bride (1987 feature film for Australian Broadcasting Corporation)
  • Davidson, Robyn (1990). Ancestors. Australian Large Print. ISBN 1-86340-292-6.
  • Davidson, Robyn (1 November 1997). Desert Places, Pastoral Nomads in India (the Rabari). Penguin. ISBN 0-14-026797-2.
  • Davidson, Robyn (5 July 2002). The Picador Book of Journeys. Picador; New Ed edition. ISBN 0-330-36863-X.
  • Davidson, Robyn (2006). "No Fixed Address: Nomads and the Fate of the Planet". Quarterly Essay (24).
  • Davidson, Robyn Self Portrait with Imaginary Mother (a work-in-progress which won the Peter Blazey Fellowship in 2011)

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