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Jun 10

[BOOK REVIEW] Snake Bite, by Christie Thompson (Allen & Unwin)

Snake Bite, the new work from Canberra-based writer Christie Thompson, sounds like a gritty, maybe disturbing, urban Teenage Angst book. This book is strikingly good in its characterisation; and yet it is precisely that characterisation that causes its downfall.

Cover Art of Snake Bite, by Christie Thompson - to be published 24 July 2013 on Allen & Unwin

Snake Bite is seen through the eyes of Jez (Jessica) a seventeen-year-old, bored, white trash kid living in the suburbs of Canberra. She has an alcoholic mum, and her best mate, Lukey, has an aggressive, violent brother and a particularly distant father. One day, in a piercing studio, enter Laura, a rather posh-seeming contemporary kid from Melbourne, who has lesbian mums. Her dad was Mr Sperm.

This entry of Laura, at the end of Jez’s Year 11 school year is the point at which Jez’s life seems to be thrown for six. Lukey thinks that Laura is pretty good, which upsets Jez – who has feelings for Luke that she’d been trying to deny herself. Or maybe that she hadn’t realised, given they’d been friends since the age of thirteen. Jez’s next-door neighbour is Casey, an 18-year-old stripper, a girl who finds her confidence through sex, and can’t see that she is really just a slut.

Throughout the book, Jez battles her feelings for Lukey, realised only through his interest in Laura; she battles her sense of friendship, and tries to establish for herself what meaningful friendships actually are; she begins her sexual journey, prodded along by Laura’s sexual confidence (despite her pudginess), Luke’s burgeoning sexual interest in Laura, and Casey’s prominent and pronounced (and pushy!) sexuality. At this point in her life, Jez is evaluating where she is, where she wants to be, and is trying to deal with her mum: an alcoholic 33-year-old, who is trying to recapture her youth, trying to recapture her own sense of self, and trying at the same time to maintain a job, be a mum to a girl who has high expectations of what “mum” should be, and who is trying to have her own life, her own romances, her own sexuality.

Jez’s mum (and the women with whom mum interacts) is painted as a spectacular failure, which is a hallmark of how Jez herself sees her mum. Reading this book I felt age twinges. I’m thirty-three, the same age as Jez’s mum. Lots of my friends have kids, lots of my friends hold down shitty jobs, and get massively drunk on the weekends. I’m a metal-head, it’s the culture… but what does that say about me and my social circle? Hm.

Surprisingly, I got into this book. However, it took me a long time to lose myself in it. By “long time”, I’m talking three-quarters of the way into the book. Snake Bite got hold of me early on: I really wanted to keep reading it. In fact, I read it in two and a half sittings! Wow! But I wasn’t lost in Jez’s world until the pace started to pick itself up, and Thompson’s confidence in her characters grew strong enough to allow them to roam along without her. Until that point, I could see the author in the work, pushing them along.

And quite frankly, that sucks.

The other thing that distanced me from this book was the language. Am I really so old? Already? Am I so distanced from Da Yoof of Today that the language barrier was such a problem that I wasn’t reading it seamlessly until halfway through the book? And also, should Thompson be worried that the specificity of her contemporary tone will date the book within less than five years?

The answer to all the foregoing questions is a resounding Yes.

I see the abbreviation “OTT” and I think “Off The Topic”. Actually, it’s “Over The Top”, which I struggled to get to. Seriously. It stopped me reading. The blend of bogan Australiana and contemporary speak was a huge problem for me. It is such a problem that I became really frustrated.

Once I’d settled down and considered things a while, I was able to pinpoint the root of my frustrations. These are that the language feels painted on, it’s clearly not native to Thompson. That makes it feel condescending. The second is that the same, beautiful, urban realism can be created without such a density of contemporary language failures. The characters largely drive themselves, the struggles would be the same, it would just be less of a stumbling block for the reader.

That’s if your reader is a 33-year-old woman, or you want the book to have a greater longevity. I might appear to be being picky, but this book will age really quickly, and that bugs me heaps. Classic tales need a lifespan, which this book will be denied because of its language.

I’m concerned about the nature of Snake Bite’s longevity because I really like this book. It made me realise that nothing’s really changed since I was a teenager. Except, my version took place in a country town, everybody’s parents were still together (and pretty well off, at that!). None of us was from a dysfunctional, bogan family. Well, a couple were dysfunctional, but certainly not bogan.

We ran around at night in each other’s towns, smoking cones, having Deep & Meaningful conversations about life and the world, philosophising about things that affected us; we listened to metal, got smashed, and generally speaking went through nearly everything that is in this book.

Except, we were in the bush; pills weren’t a thing, hard drugs were looked down upon as being particularly bogan, and we had none of the sense of class gap that cities tend to create. We knew the bogans. There were tracts of them that had been moved out of Melbourne to our town, where there were even less jobs, and even fewer opportunities. We stayed the fuck away because they were violent: they’d stab each other, get into huge fights, smash things. Everyone in the town stayed away from the ghetto streets.

And so, that side of Jez’s life is alien to me. The side of her that yearns for love, and solid friendships, to know herself and her direction, whilst simultaneously striving for a better life – which is always somewhere else, somewhere away from home – is familiar to me. Jez’s alienation, and sense of a whole society of fuckups, is familiar to me. Perhaps there is not much difference between being a teenager of the 1990s and being a teenager of the 2010s? How has life not moved on in twenty years? How is it that this sense of isolated helplessness, in a society that couldn’t give two shits, is the same?

But while all of these things are familiar to me, so is the recapturing of what Home means, the rekindling of Jez’s relationship with her mother. The difference, is that it took me until I was nearly 30 to work this out. It’s the only thing that seems truly false to me (besides some of the painted-in language). How is Jez, at 17, so incredibly self-reflective, caring, able to learn from herself and the mistakes of others, and, ultimately, become so forgiving? In what, three months? She did all this in one summer?

Wow. I fell out with my family due to relationships, I was the odd-ball from when I was about 14, and I didn’t resolve a lot of my family dramas, or realise what Amazing Rocks they all are, until I had huge things go down in my late 20s. Does that make me a failure? Or just a slow learner? Neither; it makes Jez a little bit unrealistic. Or incredibly precocious, which, given her circumstances, is unlikely.

Either way, the resolution seemed to occur fairly quickly and easily, even though Jez went through pain to get there. Granted, things happened quickly, and so the resolution timeframes were fair enough.

Also, towards that resolution, this book moved me to tears. I will not tell you what happens, because then I would be The Critic That Spoiled The Book For Everyone Else. Suffice it to say, I had moist eyes.

It’s refreshing to read such quality Australian fiction. So many of the urban tales I’ve read in my life have been British, so it’s kind of odd to see the Aussie white trash written about in a similar style. The familiarity of it all makes it feel not at all exotic or driven into the mud; and therefore, it’s almost bland. The blandness is, however, a measure of the urban environment in which these kids were growing up, too. Canberra isn’t exactly known for being an exciting town.

Ultimately, Snake Bite is a good read. The topics and themes dealt with by the characters are universal themes, which is why the story works so well. If you’re in your teenaged years, please please go buy this book, read it, and let me know what you think. If you grew up in the ‘90s like I did, I’m betting that the grunger in you, or the metalhead in you, will identify fairly easily with the protagonist.

Oh, and the warnings about this book being full of drugs and sex and adult themes? Who cares, man. I didn’t notice it. It’s not gratuitous: it’s normal. Also, it maybe says more about me than these themes say about the writer, the story, or the characters. Those grown-ups who believe that children aren’t smoking, popping pingers, smoking weed, and getting drunk when out of parental sight, need to take a big dose of Reality. If you’re offended by it, just don’t bother. Put your blinkers back on and go to church instead.

Snake Bite will hit stores on 24 July 2013; at which point I will be launching a competition for you to win copies!! Stay tuned.

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Jun 02

[RELEASE REVIEW] Anvil – Hope in Hell (The End Records)

Anvil’s Hope in Hell is an album that I have been hotly anticipating. Let it be known far and wide that I am an Anvil fan, so the prospect of a new album filled me with excitement.

Despite being a fan, and really enjoying the band’s last two releases This Is Thirteen and Juggernaut of Justice, neither of their last two full-length albums have had the balls that Hope in Hell has. It feels like Anvil has thrown a line back into the grit, finally.

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May 30

Snake Bite

It’s interesting to be talking to a good friend about snake bites, and then be approached by Allen & Unwin to review a book of the same title.

A good mate of mine has been keen on pythons for a long time. She has sent me photos of pythons she’s keen on. Beautiful, all of them.. And this week was going to suss a few snakes and their breeders. The first one to bite her, she claimed, was the one she was going to buy.

I hadn’t heard from her for a few days, so I sent her a text message. Simply:

‘Did you get bit?’

She did get bitten. A few times. And now her little python is getting used to her new surroundings. I have to wait a little while for pictures. It’s killing me, I tell you. I love snakes. As soon as I can do it, I intend to buy one myself.

Good things come to those who wait, right?

Then, casually looking through my emails today (I’m off sick, raging headache, lying in bed with my lappy like a true addict), I saw one with a subject line, Snake Bite.

It turned out it was someone from Allen & Unwin who was dead keen on me reviewing this forthcoming title here. I went and had a look at the teaser and decided yes I will.

So you can look forward to a solid review of some Aussie writing here for a change.  I’m also going to be giving away copies of the book, too, if I can. Stay tuned – it’s enormously exciting.

In the interim, here’s the teaser for you to enjoy.

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May 22

[Book Review] The Hall of Uselessness: Collected Essays, by Simon Leys

The Hall of Uselessness: Collected EssaysThe Hall of Uselessness: Collected Essays by Simon Leys

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This book by Simon Leys – not his real name – has a beautiful title. The Hall of Uselessness is a title of which, in the reading, you will come to understand as being references to high education and the necessity of time in which to Do Nothing.

It has been a long time since I had read a real volume of essays. At approximately 451 pages (which includes the index), this is not a slouch of a read. It is also hardly a tome; indeed, it says more about how much I read these days, than it does about the extent of the book.

It had been a long time between volumes of essays, because for a long time I have resisted being honest with myself about the fact that I am an essayist and not a novelist or a short story writer. In resigning myself to being honest with myself, I bought this collection on a whim. A total whim. I did not read reviews, I did not read blurbs. I saw the title and actively thought to myself, I must have that book.

Or rather, the universe told me to buy this book. Reading The Hall of Uselessness was an experience akin to coming home. I settled into the pages of these collected essays with comfort and intellectual joy. I wrote copious notes in a notebook I had been given as a gift just before buying this volume. I shamelessly marked up the text of the book itself with my own notes, in a fine-flowing black ink.

I was extremely surprised – and not a little bit joyful – to find an essayist of this calibre living in my country, and available in a major bookstore.

Stephen Leys spoke to me of all the things that I philosophise, consider, ponder, and think about from day to day. Multi-lingual, schooled in Chinese history, philosophy, and politics, and with a clear and open mind, Leys’s work spoke to me like an old friend. I learned a lot about about Chinese politics and perspectives. I appreciated commentary on great authors I love and admire, like Chesterton, and Chekhov. I wanted to learn French to understand much more of Leys’s undying admiration for so many writers who wrote and published in French. I want to go back and re-read Confucius, having now gained another perspective on his work; one that reinforced and added to my own understandings.

Perhaps more importantly, I started to write again, through the sheer, soular energy with which this book provided me. I sat for afternoons on end, reading pages, and pondering pages, my journal alongside me for company. Some afternoons I read until dark. Some evenings I battled against work-induced tiredness to get through two pages before I slept.

As so beautifully quoted near the end of the book:

The poet Reverdy said: ‘I need so much time to do nothing that I have none left for work.’

Through it all, I have nurtured an absurd desire to write to this author in profuse and gushing thanks. In a rare burst of discipline, I would not let myself do so until I had finished the book. Thus, my desire to spend time with this work was intensified during every minute that I was unable to read it.

And now that it is over, I… uh. Don’t really know what to read next. I might go buy another volume of essays with which to quench my intellectual thirst.

On that note, I must go. I have a letter to write.

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May 22

My latest reviews!

I keep meaning to post these here, and for a while I’ve forgotten. Here are my latest offerings. Love to hear what you think!

Gama Bomb – The Terror Tapes

Gama Bomb - The Terror Tapes cover art

This is a full review of Gama Bomb’s latest offering. It was outstanding.

Just looking at the cover art of Gama Bomb’s latest release The Terror Tapes throws you back into the days of old thrash demos, albeit with a contemporary twist. This year’s offering, from arguably one of the best thrash acts in the world, launches itself out of your stereo in an unrelenting, in-your-face, old-school thrash attack.

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Rhapsody of Fire – Live: From Chaos to Eternity

Rhapsody of Fire - Live: From Chaos to Eternity cover art

This is my full review of Rhapsody of Fire’s latest. I’m not normally keen on live releases but this was pretty good.

Given the number of times in which the energy in this recording caused me to stare mindlessly at the wall, completely absorbed in the performance, I would consider Live: From Chaos to Eternity a winner. I can hear the background hum of the audience and that doesn’t bother me. Well, I tell a lie, it did for a start. After a while, it added to the dimensions of the release, to the sense that I could be there, perhaps, with a dash of Zen and a philosophical frame of mind.

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Negator – Gates to the Pantheon

Negator - Gates to the Pantheon cover art

This was a short review. Or rather, not-so-short review. I couldn’t help myself but add a bit more to this little review, because the release totally deserved it.

I’m impressed with the band’s development of sonic and stereophonic density in this album; riffs and vocal depth are well paired, development of audio story through landscaping is written and placed well, and the movement of tracks is natural and almost evolutionary. Highly recommended.

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