Skip to content
June 12, 2011 / Siobhan Argent

Daily Proposition: Read something ‘Australian’


Published by Crikey in June 2011

What is “Australian” writing? In the inaugural Miles Franklin award oration on Tuesday, Peter Temple gave the question a red-hot go. Temple, the first-ever author to win the award for a crime novel, in this case Truth, addressed the crowd with an oration entitled “Reading the country: thoughts on becoming an Australian writer”. His opening remarks began by noting Franklin’s own words: “without an indigenous literature, people can remain alien on their own soil”.

Temple also added some (damn funny) notes of his own, describing his view of Australia as a self-effacing nation prone to glorifying failure. As a country, he argued, Australia aggrandises the failed explorers Burke and Wills and Ludwig Leichhardt. We honour the tragedy that took place at Gallipoli in memorial days and statues; even Canberra came in for a good-natured dig as a pinnacle of a failed attempt at glory.

So with Franklin and Temple’s comments in mind, how should Australians read our native literary history? What is and isn’t excluded? Are we restricted to purely Australian settings, such as in Franklin’s own My Brilliant Career, or the often adored beach culture associated with Tim Winton’s work? If it hasn’t happened already, the Australian literature scene could even see the emergence of city-based styles begin to emerge. If Temple’s scorching portrayal of Melbourne is anything to go by, we can expect that certain styles of writing may apply as much to Melbourne, Sydney or Perth, for example, as they do to various sections of New York City. This includes the iconic Wall Street and Fifth Avenue, with their accompanying exposés on hedonistic lifestyles glamorised in books such as Randall Lane’s The Zeroes and Candace Bushnell’s Sex and the City.

A reader could arguably choose books that reflect their own idea of Australian culture, but this still leaves the reader without a unifying “Australian” feature. While you may share Peter Temple’s conception of Melbourne in Truth as a dystopia with a “long memory” that neither forgives nor forgets, you could also empathise with Chloe Hooper’s portraiture of a Palm Island community in The Tall Man, Helen Garner’s seventies cityscape in Monkey Grip or Benjamin Law’s dysfunctional Asian-Australian family portrait in The Family Law. All of these writers have been identified as “Australian” writers, yet their subjects and styles vary so widely that it may be impossible to determine a unifying trait.

Ironically, that could just be Australia’s calling card; “Australian” literature is such a wildly flexible term that we may have license to define ourselves by what we are not. Few countries have such a luxury.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: