Author: Sue Hall Pyke

A mesmeric voice, hypnotic from the first page to the last. Would like to read straight away again, cover to cover. Civil engineer, sun-charred calcium. An eye to the world that would see it made better. More planning, fewer politicians, more care.

Uncomfortable shoes for everyone benefiting from the Empire’s stolen property. Brilliant set-up that shifts stagnant pooling perspectives with a splash.  Settling at its most unsettling. Australia’s bitter colonial story told with devastating freshness. (Yet alas, poor toads, again the butt of metaphor.)

Plotlines like rivers. Major tributary, the stupidity of gaols. Ancestral waters murky with the pain of colonisation. Damages done. Then that place so sacred that all visitors must shake the dirt off their feet to keep the rest of Country on kilter.

The work of co-living coded in this writing’s ethic. Reminder. One’s child is ‘just another human animal, no more or less worthy than any others’. And a finding. Babies might forget excellent cuddles but are traumatised when not cuddled ‘well enough’ (Winnicot).

 

Dreamy Jimmy keeps pace with a rescued greyhound, becomes the ‘lithe body of a river’, enters the ‘golden lights’ of a grotto, raps out his life with Run DMC (285). The wisdom of Gabe. People can change if ‘life lets them’ (267).

Humans getting over themselves, entering the flow that was always-already there. Wandering and wondering with all the other nomads. Forget human norms, all that ‘normality, normalcy, and normativity’ (26). Death embraced for its ‘radical immanence’ (136). Time now for ‘transformative becoming’ (165).

Precise muscled writing, a tearing arc of pain that gathers in my own. Emotion, perfectly wrought. This symphony of long-held grief for the departure of loved ones is a reminder, jagged as a hacksaw, that those embedded in my heart never leave.

A reader buddy called it an epic as a slur. To my reading, this book is epic in the modern sense, despite its spirit of respect for the elders. Heads roll, guns fire, love conquers, vengeance is had and life goes on.