Repeating the fate of Miles Franklin's original punctuation for My Brilliant Career, this review of Aileen Palmer's book of poetry and translations, World Without Strangers?, omits its question mark. It is also a little ironical that, after more than three hundred pages of my attempting to show that Aileen was more than the woman dubbed by David Martin as 'the tragic daughter' of the Palmers, Susan Lever again reduces her to that with her final sentence: '[Sylvia] Martin has not retrieved a poet, only a suffering woman'. While my biography does not seek to reclaim Aileen Palmer as a significant Australian poet, it does reveal a brilliant and resilient woman. And David Martin, poet and contemporary of the Palmers, concludes his pen portrait of the family with the statement: 'Aileen was the poet.' (My Strange Friend: an autobiography, Pan Macmillan 1991, p.269.)