The Conversion

Amanda Lohrey's novels tend to be a slow burn -- don't come to her books expecting thrills and action. But if you're in the mood for thoughtful observation, interesting ideas and internal development, a novel like The Conversion will hit the spot. 

Zoe buys the small country church that her husband Nick had his eye on, after Nick's death in complicated circumstances involving infidelity. Nursing her grief and anger, Zoe 'squats' in the church, unable to feel at home in the soaring space, with stained glass saints staring down at her. As she sorts through her feelings about Nick and tries to decide how to adapt her new home, she gradually gets to know her neighbours and finds a place for herself in the small community.

In many ways, The Conversion is a story of spaces and places, how we change ourselves to fit the places where we live, or change those places to fit our needs and yearnings. Zoe wrestles with how to alter the vertical orientation of the church, toward God, into a horizontal orientation for human living. Another character abandons his apartment, with its expansive views, for a more narrow but intense view of the sky from a courtyard garden. Zoe is pressured to allow the local high school to perform a play in her living space, and the experience fundamentally changes her relationship to the space and to the memory of her husband, which I sense the church represents.

Lohrey's novels might be quiet and seemingly uneventful, but I find they stick in my mind long after they're finished. 

Brain Rules for Ageing Well

John Medina has written several of these Brain Rules books -- about music, about babies, about work, about teenagers -- and Brain Rules for Ageing Well offers advice (current in 2017) about how to preserve or even improve our brain function as we get older. It's written in a light, friendly style with enough science to be convincing but not enough to overwhelm the reader.

Most of Medina's advice is just sensible: stay connected to friends and family, learn new things, exercise, eat properly, lower your stress (easier said than done). He does devote part of one chapter to the theory of so-called Blue Zones, which unfortunately was recently pretty comprehensively debunked -- for a few years, there was a lot of hype around certain areas of the world, like Sardinia and Okinawa, where people seemed to live well beyond the expected age limit. People got very excited by the supposed lifestyles adopted by these Blue Zone inhabitants -- but it turned out that most of the zones were actually quite poor areas where welfare fraud was common, and the people who were apparently living to 110 had often died years before... Oh,well, back to the drawing board.

One finding in Brain Rules for Ageing Well that initially surprised me was the beneficial effect of marinating in nostalgia. Our brains lay down their most vivid memories during our late teens and early twenties, so reliving those years makes us feel more alive. I can certainly testify that listening to the upbeat music of my youth during my morning walks puts a pep in my step, and when my husband was preparing for a high school reunion last year, the mood rush lasted several weeks as old friends reconnected over group chats and shared memories. So maybe there's something in that -- though I won't be revisiting 80s fashions or hairstyles any time soon.
 

Rapture

 

Emily Maguire's novel Rapture takes the probably apocryphal tale of Pope Joan and builds a convincing life story from the fragments of her alleged legend. Born in Mainz, masqueraded as a monk at her lover's urging, became a learned scholar and eventually rose to become Pope some time in the 800s, and was unmasked when she gave birth during a papal procession. Maguire hangs a luminous and moving novel off these bare bones which is a delight to read.

Agnes (alias John the Englishman) is brilliant, determined, passionate, and refuses to be shut out of opportunities open only to men. While she has few scruples about deceiving the men around her, she has a hardly time justifying her actions to God, and I like the way that Maguire takes Agnes' faith seriously. Rapture made an intriguing parallel read with Karen Armstrong's The Case for God. I also loved the way that Agnes always remains an embodied personality, whether she's burning with sexual desire or starving herself in penance. For a novel centred on religion and medieval history, Rapture is a surprisingly sensual and joyful journey.

Being Jewish After the Destruction of Gaza

I am trying hard to understand the background to the dreadful situation in Gaza and the powerful emotions evoked on both sides. Peter Beinart's short book, Being Jewish After the Destruction of Gaza, sets out the history of Palestine and Israel with brutal clarity, and he speaks from the perspective of a Jewish person who has been an unquestioning supporter of the concept of Israel in the past, but who is appalled by the actions of that state against its Palestinian inhabitants (not necessarily citizens).

I struggled reading Ruptured a few months ago, though I could understand that the anguish and the experience of anti-Semitism in Australia described by the various writers is very real; however, there was little acknowledgement of the long and cruel suffering of the Palestinian people that provided a context for the horrific events of October 11. Beinart has no problem recognising this history.

Beinart writes from a US point of view, but much of what he says applies to us here in Australia. Beinart argues passionately that the nation of Israel has betrayed the promise of a Jewish homeland by becoming an oppressor itself. I used to believe that a two state solution was the only possible answer to Israel-Palestine tensions, but I'm coming round to the view that a single state, where Palestinians and Jews have equal rights, is the only way to peace. Whether that's achievable is another question altogether.
 

This Season's Draft

This Season's Draft by first-time author Jason Gent is one of the last YA books from the CBCA Notables list. It's a slender book, not exactly in free verse, but what one of the characters describes as 'just thoughts,/stream of consciousness really.' The big areas of blank page make This Season's Draft easy to read, and any kid who's interested in sport (not just AFL) will find material to relate to here.

This Season's Draft follows six teenagers over a year, the final year of school for most of them, the year most of them hope to get drafted to an AFL side. Smart, level-headed Elias, already thinking about his future after football; Dane, who hasn't thought about anything past the draft; his girlfriend Beth, who has her own life to consider; Zac and Fletcher, best friends who are separated by their own success; and stoic Mason, who has already faced personal tragedy. Though their stories are told in short snippets, we see significant snapshots of a very important year in all their lives, whether that centres on AFL or not.

I really enjoyed This Season's Draft, especially as I'm also re-reading Helen Garner's The Season, and I hope more readers discover this slim but moving novel.
 

The Case For God

Years ago I bought and read Karen Armstrong's A History of God, which laid out the history of the three Abrahamic religions: Judaism, Christianity and Islam. I saw The Case for God on the shelf at the Athenaeum, and was intrigued -- I expected a rebuttal to the strident modern atheists, like Dawkins and Hitchens, who put my back up with their simplistic, reductionist scorn for religion and spirituality. Well, The Case for God was partly that, but not until the very end of the book.

The Case for God is another historical and philosophical examination of human striving for the transcendent, from ancient rituals that embraced wordless mystery and induced an experience of the divine, through evolving ideas about the nature of God that gradually edged toward a conception of Him as a grand designer or remote creator, who ultimately proved to be unnecessary in a world that emphasises a material and scientific understanding of the cosmos, which is where Dawkins and Hitchens enter the picture. And yet, as Armstrong argues, humans still maintain a stubborn yearning for the sacred and sublime, a need for meaning and purpose in our brief, painful lives. 

I found Armstrong's claim that religion is not something we think, but something we do, to be incredibly powerful. The Case for God was written in the shadow of fundamentalist terrorism and the growing influence of Christian evangelism in the US, which has increased even more disturbingly in the 25 years since. I couldn't help thinking of right-wing Zionist actions in Gaza, too, cruelty and destruction in the name of a particular conception of God. What is at fault is our own shallow convictions that we can penetrate and solve the deep mysteries of existence: why are we here? What's the point of it all? And as Armstrong argues, paradoxically, enlightenment will only come when we can accept that we will never know the answers.
 

The Sense of Being Stared At

 

Regular visitors to this blog will have already noted my attraction to the woo-woo side of life: ghosts and dreams and astrology and tarot cards and that kind of thing. Rupert Sheldrake (father of mycologist Merlin Sheldrake) is similarly inclined and has spent his life earnestly investigating what other people call paranormal phenomena, but which he is convinced are actually a natural part of life on earth.

I've previously read Sheldrake's Dogs Who Know Their Owners Are Coming Home (alas, our puppy never showed any sign of unusual awareness of our approach, only jumping up when she actually heard us arrive), and The Sense of Being Stared At examines such phenomena as precognition, telepathy, and of course the power of attention. I'm sure most of us have experienced weird coincidences like thinking of people just before they telephoned us, making people turn around by staring at the back of their heads, or waking up just before our alarm was set to go off. Apparently there are several accounts of people who felt an intuition of danger before the events of 9/11, and it seems such premonitions are not uncommon -- numbers of passengers on trains involved in crashes are lower than on ordinary days, suggesting that some people felt moved to avoid travel on that day.

I'm not sure whether Sheldrake's theory that our minds extend beyond our bodies in what he's dubbed 'morphic fields' is the actual explanation for such phenomena, but it's a fascinating discussion, and in a world of quantum physics where particles are spookily connected across universes and observers influence outcomes just by watching, maybe we shouldn't write off paranormal phenomena just yet.  

Benang: From the Heart

I heard Bruce Pascoe talking about Kim Scott's 1999 novel, Benang From the Heart, as a book that touched him very deeply, a book about the Stolen Generations, and I immediately borrowed it from the local library. I suspect that I wasn't the only one who heard that conversation, as there are now three more reserves.

Benang is not an easy book to read. It's challenging in its structure, leaping backward and forward in time, and with a final massive twist at the end, and its story is filled with confronting pain, sorrow, grief, violence and abuse. It opens with a description of the narrator, Harley, as 'the first white man born,' the first of his family to have his Aboriginal heritage 'bred out' to the point of invisibility. However, as we discover, this is not true. Benang wrestles with questions of identity, both self-ascribed and imposed from outside -- and also, now I come to think of it, recognised by communities.

Benang From the Heart traces a complex history of several generations, and I must confess at times I got lost between characters. There are elements of magic realism, and probably also some autobiographical features: the families' names are given as 'Scat' and 'Coolman,' while Scott mentions the Coleman family in his acknowledgements. I imagine this was a hugely difficult book to write, and it's fitting that it's equally difficult to read, technically and emotionally. I'm surprised that I haven't heard of this novel before, though I'm familiar with Kim Scott's work, particularly Taboo and That Dead Man Dance, which are perhaps more approachable than Benang. A confronting, but rewarding and illuminating, reading experience. 

Of Flame and Fury

I was excited to read the next book on the CBCA Notables list, Of Flame and Fury, by Mikayla Bridge, who is a local (Thornbury) author who I might have passed in Psarakos fruit and veg shop. This is high fantasy, set in a world where phoenixes are raced in high stakes, sometimes lethal, competitions. Kelyn is the tamer of her beloved phoenix Savita, and when she's forced to team up with arrogant rider Warren 'Coup' Coupers, sparks fly. But if phoenixes, shrouded in flame, are dangerous, that's nothing to the powerful businessman, Canen Cristo, who dominates the racing industry but also has other, darker plans, involving phoenix immortality.

It's a super idea to use phoenix mythology as the foundation for a gripping fantasy/romance (though I found it hard to take 'Warren' seriously as a romantic hero's name -- to me, it's a name for a problematic brother-in-law) -- the phoenix races are genuinely exciting and tense, and Kel's racing crew are well drawn characters who anyone would want to hang out with. The world of Salta, with its different islands and forms of magic, is begging for sequels.

But.

Of Flame and Fury is sadly let down by poor editing. Bridge thanks three editors across different time zones, and I can't help wondering if some things slipped between the cracks. There is some awkward grammar and occasional clumsy word choices that pulled me out of the narrative -- honing in instead of homing in, aircrafts for aircraft, a single bird moving at unholy speeds. I feel like a grumpy nana pointing out these lapses, and probably some of these choices are acceptable to younger generations, but they did spoil my enjoyment of an otherwise terrific novel.
 

Joy in the Morning

Who could resist that endorsement from Douglas Adams on the cover of Joy in the Morning? I used to read loads of PG Wodehouse in high school, but I'm not sure I've picked one up in the last forty years. Have I read Joy in the Morning before? Who knows? It's a Jeeves and Wooster book (always my favourite genre of Wodehouse, though I also dabbled in Psmith and Blandings), and it involves numerous misunderstandings, fancy dress, secret meetings, a cottage burning down (which event everyone takes far too lightly, in my opinion), a zealous Boy Scout, and an earnest policeman. As usual, Bertie Wooster tries to help out his friends, finds himself quickly out of his depth, and has to call on the inimitable Jeeves for solutions (there was not quite enough Jeeves in this volume for my money, but I'm sure I can rectify that elsewhere). The thing about Wodehouse is, you know exactly what you're in for.

At first I couldn't help hearing Wooster's narration in the perfect voice of  Hugh Laurie (what an inspired piece of casting that was!), but I was soon reminded of why I adored these books so much as a teenager. Wodehouse's reputation took a massive hit in the UK after he broadcast to America from Germany during the war (to be fair, he was stuck there, and the broadcasts were comic, not political), but I feel as if he's gradually been rehabilitated, though he never returned to live in the UK again. Joy in the Morning was published in 1948, when he was probably held in greatest scorn in his native land.

Wodehouse excels at two things: neatly constructed, absurdist plots, and an utterly delightful, idiosyncratic voice. Playful, energetic, mellifluous and uniquely convoluted, every page presents fresh treasures. Opening at random:

There arose before me a vision of this relative by marriage, as he would probably appear directly I mentioned Boko's name -- the eyes glaring, the moustache bristling and the tout ensemble presenting a strong resemblance to a short-tempered tiger of the jungle which has just seen its peasant shin up a tree. And while it would be going too far, perhaps, to say that Bertram Wooster shuddered, a certain coolness of the feet unquestionably existed.

Now, you either love this stuff or you hate it. Me, I think I still love it.

Australian Gospel

  

I think I heard Lech Blaine interviewed by Richard Fidler on Radio National's Conversations and was intrigued by his extraordinary family story. Now having read Australian Gospel, I don't know how he could have compressed the saga into one hour-long interview. Essentially, Lech's parents fostered a gang of other children, including two brothers and a sister, the children of Michael and Mary Shelley (just two of the names they went by, in long and confusing lives). The Shelleys never accepted that their children should have been removed from their care, and engaged in a campaign of harassment, death threats, stalking, attempted abductions and relentless hate mail over several decades. The children regarded themselves as the family of Tom and Lenore Blaine, and never wanted to return to the Shelleys, but this made no difference to the Shelleys' attitude.

Michael Shelley went through various incarnations as a preacher, drug addict and anti-drug campaigner, and he and Mary travelled all over the world (it's not clear how they managed to pay for this travel, as neither of them ever seems to have held gainful employment, or not for long). Mary Shelley suffered from mental illness and spent time in various hospitals (they both also spent time in prison). Tracing their movements across the country and the world, and in and out of institutions, makes the reader's head spin. Lech Blaine's writing style is deliberately succinct and elliptical, which keeps the narrative speeding along; he says that he chose a novelistic approach as a way of handling this mass of bewildering and confronting material, and the life stories of so many (real) people, including himself. (Lech was named after Lech Walesa, the Polish labour activist hero.)

Australian Gospel is a fascinating and disturbing story, but ultimately it's a tale of the triumph of love and persistence over delusion and narcissism.

Never Thought I'd End Up Here

Last year I read Ann Liang's I Hope This Doesn't Find You and was bemused by its transcontinental ambiguity. Never Thought I'd End Up Here is more firmly rooted in an American background, but its characters are swiftly translocated to a two week student trip to China, where the young protagonists can explore their heritage and family language.

Narrator Leah is battling not just her judgmental extended family, but a complicated personal history which encompasses changing schools under suspicion of attacking and injuring a fellow student, being overlooked as plain and dull, and then giving herself an extreme makeover which resulted in a modelling career -- which she has just quit, leaving her directionless. No wonder she's confused! And when the China trip reunites her with her nemesis, Cyrus, the one who accused her of hurting him, Leah is torn between a plan for revenge and ... starting to like him?

I'm sure you can guess how the story unfolds (I definitely did think we'd end up here), but Liang pushes all the right buttons for an audience eager for young adult romance. My school librarian friend assures me that her books fly off the shelves, and she is a New York Times bestselling author, so she's certainly found a winning formula. Never Thought I'd End Up Here is not quite my cup of tea, but an entertaining and polished ride.

The Good Country

When I was working on Crow Country, fifteen years ago, I found it quite difficult to discover exactly what had occurred between the First Nations inhabitants and white settlers on Djadja Wurrung country, though I could assume that dispossession was swift and violent. It turns out that the true history was a little more nuanced than that.

I was alerted to the existence of Bain Attwood's The Good Country by my book group friend Cathy, who is moving to Djadja Wurrung country, and I was interested to see that it was reworked and republished at the urging of Djadja Wurrung elder Gary Murray, who was generous enough to read the manuscript of Crow Country and even wrote a foreword. The Good Country is a short book, but packed with research, and tells a story that was no doubt replicated in different areas of Victoria during the first hectic, brutal years of active colonisation. Some settlers were ruthless and cruel; others were compassionate, and understood that Aboriginal people were losing their access to food sources (one wonders why this wasn't obvious to government authorities), and that their 'theft' of food and stock was largely motivated of hunger and desperation. I was shocked to learn that one of the main causes of death among First Nations clans was due to syphilis (guess how that was spread).

I wasn't aware that one of the first experiments with 'protected' areas for First Nations people was set up in Djadja Wurrung country, primarily as a refuge from the activities of violent settlers; however, when official support dropped away, most of the remaining inhabitants were resettled at Coranderrrk, where they had ties of marriage and kin. However, some Djadja Wurrung chose to remain on Country, and some gained employment on pastoral stations or even took part in the gold rush.

The Good Country filled in a large gap in my knowledge, not just of Djadja Wurrung history, but the history of Victoria and Australia, and I'm grateful to both Bain Attwood and Cathy for it. 

China Court

I think China Court is the last of Rumer Godden's major works that I still had left unread, and I've been hoarding a copy for about three years until I finally crumbled (what if I went under a bus and I still hadn't got around to reading it?)

There is so much to love about this 1960 novel. It further expands and develops on her earlier book, A Fugue in Time, which also examined the history of a house and its family through several generations simultaneously, but China Court is a country house and the prosperous Quin family balances a precarious position between classes. The stories of a handful of outstanding characters and marriages are stranded together in Godden's infinitely skilful way (though the family tree at the front of the book is very helpful). The present day narrative centres on young Tracy, who has returned to the family home just too late for the death of her beloved grandmother, who holds much of the novel together both as the matriarch Mrs Quin, and the village orphan and interloper Ripsie.

The love triangle between bastard orphan Ripsie and the two Quin brothers is devastating; the history of thwarted spinster Eliza in the previous generation is tragic. And I thought I was going to love the present-day fairy tale pairing between Tracy and Mrs Quin's protege, Peter (running the farm but nobly born, natch), until the last few pages, when Peter hits Tracy -- okay, he 'slaps' her and he warns her first, so arguably, she 'provokes' him, but this sudden assertion of old-fashioned masculine domination left a sour taste in my mouth. It's such a shame, because China Court is a really magical Godden novel in so many ways, if not for this shocking ending I think it would have become almost my favourite of her novels (though nothing will ever beat This House of Brede for me).
 

Archer's Goon

It's shallow of me, but I have to confess that the reason I've never picked up Archer's Goon, Diana Wynne Jones' 1984 novel, is because I didn't like the cover. the combination of the lime-green background, the leather-clad thug and the cartoonish children with their gormless mouths open, all convinced me that I wasn't going to enjoy the story inside.

Well, how wrong I was. Archer's Goon (I don't love the title either, to be perfectly honest) displays Diana Wynne Jones at the very peak of her powers. A story seemingly rooted in the everyday quickly takes a twist, veers off in a magical direction and rapidly roars into full-blown but deceptively well-controlled chaos, with one almighty whiplash twist saved up for the very end. 

A book featuring a family of five (counting Fifi, the student lodger) as well as a group of seven warring siblings with superpowers, and other sundry characters, could easily become confusing, but everyone is crisply delineated, funny and vivid. There's plenty of action and confusion to keep the plot racing, and needless to say, Archer's Goon is meticulously structured and pulls itself together at the end with such panache that the reader can only gasp. I'm sure I once read somewhere that Diana Wynne Jones didn't work out her plots in advance, but just started writing and worked it out as she went along, but frankly, I find that very hard to believe.

It's a delight to add another treasure to my Diana Wynne Jones bookshelf, unappealing cover and all.