Reviewed by Maggie Rainey-Smith
This is an intriguing book by an ex-pat Kiwi writer published by an
independent Australian Press and categorised as Feminist Fiction. Initially I was very engaged with the
characters and most especially the evocative and atmospheric writing about my
favourite city Wellington. This was
enough of a hook and there was love and mystery and drama, and so I settled in. At times I thought of Robin Hyde, as the characters
all had a very marked interiority and the natural world was constantly
interwoven into the narrative. I was
very drawn to this, but whenever I felt that I was getting closer to the
unravelling of the plot, the story veered into odd segues, including a number
of literary allusions (The Duchess of Malfi for one). I had to Google the Duchess of Malfi to try
and get a plot summary to see how this aligned with what I was reading. I could not always fathom the literary
references; asking myself were they necessary; was I missing something?
The main character,
Teresa has returned from Australia emotionally unstable and having what appears
to be a complete breakdown. She is
reconnecting with her sisters, Mollie and Cass and there is a deceased (possibly
murdered) mother in the background along with Hugo (the love interest) and an
ex Russian lover (I think, because at times I wasn’t sure he was real). Then there is Rangi a Maori feminist and
friend of the family who represents the New Zealand ‘Colonial’ story and part
of Teresa’s struggle with her identity.
Quite exciting really and yet the plot never really takes off in the way
that you expect and the novel is more about the breakdown and deconstruction of
Teresa and what are deemed to be her various selves. I liked Mollie
and her husband Gil who live up on the Kapiti Coast with their two children and
Mollie now expecting another baby. She
is an interesting foil for her sisters Teresa and Cass, and I would have
enjoyed a more conventional domestic saga to be quite honest and that may make
me a shallow reader.
But there is some
very beautiful writing, with strong images and indeed the wild Wellington
elements feature as an extra character and I did enjoy this aspect. I was constantly trying to locate everything
exactly – where on the hills the houses were with the various views of the
harbour and the Carillion and the Brooklyn Hill and sometimes I felt very much
in the picture and other times I was as lost as Teresa seemed to be.
There are some humorous observations about people but not
always entirely in context. There is
some authorial intervention that annoyed me.
An example early on when a character speaks of ‘getting a grip’ and this
is followed in brackets with (These are the two great New Zealand exhortations Go for it and Get a grip). As if the
author didn’t trust the reader somehow.
In conclusion, I
started off with a great deal of enthusiasm because of the characters, the
location and the possibility of the unravelling of a fairly obvious mystery,
the mother’s death, and therefore Teresa’s dark secret and those of her
sisters. Along the way I felt I was
drowning in descriptions, beautiful as some of them were, and faltering in my
commitment to the characters. I felt the book could have done with a really
good edit – that less is more.
I note that Susan Hancock has won awards for
her short stories, including the Sunday Star-Times Short Story Award 1994 and
shortlisted for the 1996 Steele Rudd Award.
She is a New Zealand writer who the book says ‘has spent most of her
working life in Australia’ and who won a scholarship to Oxford University. She has also lectured in English Literature
at La Trobe University. It says that “in
1986, under the pressure of exile, she began writing fiction.’ I’d be most interested to hear from anyone
else who has read this novel. I cannot
find any other reviews. I note that Fia
Clendinnen, Australian Book Review is quoted on the back cover as saying “a
lyrical, understated intensity of emotion that is almost unbearable to read’. Publicity for the book says “A sharply
focused and often humorous account of New Zealand life – a world of men, Rugby,
feminists who feel they’ve lost their way, Russian émigrés and powerful but
disaffected Maori women – The Peastick Girl is a complex tragic-comedy of
manners.”
Footnote:
4 comments:
Review of Sue Hancock's novel very pertinent and acutely accurate. I agree with the reviewer and it may be that because the author has not lived but visited Wgtn for so long, I think all her adult life she has lived elsewhere, that the reviewer feels some confusion with place that exerts itself with the characters, too. That's how I felt, too. I wanted to like it, but.
No, No, ladies...whatever is wrong with this book it's not the result of the Author's having been out of Wellington. Every year since she left, with the exception of 1972, 1984 & 1986 she has been there for months on end, tramping, sailing, swimming, reflecting. She has already been in trouble on a radio programme, however, for saying that she had written a 'highly fantasised version' of Wellington to which one listener took umbrage, accusing her of vanity for describing her work as 'fantastic'. Oh dear. Allow some poetic licence - overseas readers in the US and Australia do!
I appreciate the comment about "highly fantasised" and when reviewing this book, I was struggling to fit it into a particular genre - and so this post-script perhaps will help readers who are more familiar with the 'fantastic genre'. However, I do not consider myself a 'lady' and I'm not sure we can assume the first anonymous comment was by a 'lady' (perhaps it was a gentleman) - but it's lovely to have responses to my review.
While this book wasn't perfect and was quite sprawling(I agree with your comment about a good edit being needed), I enjoyed it so much that I wish I was still reading it. As a nostalgic ex-Wellingtonian, I adored the descriptions of the wild weather. As a young New Zealander, the themes of identity and existential crisis struck a chord. Most of all the book appealed to me on an aesthetic level - I loved the gothic aspect of both the landscape and Theresa's psyche. I would love to read more by Susan Hancock.
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