Rosanne Fitzgibbon, Rosie, died a couple of weeks ago, on August 20. She was a highly respected editor and a beloved friend and colleague to so many in the Australian literary community, and it’s beyond a certainty that she’ll be missed by everyone who knew and cared for her.
I knew Rosie for many years and we’d usually meet up at Warana Writers’ Week committee meetings or at the festival itself, or any number of associated functions. I was lucky enough to have Rosie champion and edit my second novel, Percussion, which was published by UQP in 2004. She was instrumental in having my first novel, A Mortality Tale, republished alongside Percussion in a spanking new edition. We worked together on the manuscript and Rosie was generous with her time, insights and advice. The novel was the better for it.
Thank you is a small thing to say, but I know I share the thoughts of many who knew Rosie and who have much to thank her for. She was someone who helped writers stay the course and she did it with a quiet grace and dignity that I’ll always remember.
As Woody Allen says, “There is no question there is an unseen world: the question is, how far is it from mid-town and how late is it open?” Not far, I suspect, and as late as you like. Save us a table, Rosie.