There had been inquiries before, and they had been safely managed, the terms limited. But something was in the air this time. The Queen’s Counsel appointed to run the Inquiry was, to everyone’s surprise, apparently in deadly earnest. The long-suffering elements of law and order saw a sliver of a chance...
This is Queensland laid bare, as told through the eyes of George Vernay, one-time features writer with a Brisbane daily, a bit-player in the corruption that held sway in the seventies and eighties. In the beginning he had befriended Charlie, who ran his parents’ restaurant and wanted a liquor licence instead of a “BYO’ – as a place where he and friends could drink outside the restricted licensing hours. Soon they would mingle with “people in the know” and form a small syndicate which included a Cabinet Minister Marvin, career politician Jeremy (knighted for his services to the State), Lindsay “the money man”, and in the background, Maybelline, a one-time activist against the government. With Charlie as the front-man the syndicate acquired more restaurants and had interests in clubs (gaming and prostitution). When the enquiry into the “Moonlight State” was aired George was called for evidence and dismissed as a minor player, Charlie and Marvin went to jail while the others “disappeared”.
George has holed up for ten years in a former mining town in the hinterland near the border with New South Wales, fighting his alcoholism, befriending a local school teacher, when he gains word that out of the blue Charlie has been in town looking for him. The local police arrives, and detectives from Brisbane, when Charlie’s body is found strung up in town’s substation. Now George must return to Brisbane to oversee his friend’s cremation, and to piece together the last days of his life.
At night that darkness became an ominous orange glow in the sky. All of it was hidden now but, I knew what waited down there.
Brisbane. The Fallen City.
Or indeed Queensland itself. In many ways the city and the state were one and the same. And I had deserted both, long ago.
But then it was said that an alcoholic never really left the bottle and, in a similar way, maybe no one ever really left Queensland...
He finds himself wandering a city he no longer recognises and tries to contact the others, Jeremy, Marvin, Lindsay and May, to find out what happened to them…and to Charlie.
The police station was still there, but the brothel which had once existed across the road from it was not. And of the dozens of boarding houses and cheap hotels that had once lined the street, barely two or three remained, and it didn’t seem that even they could remain much longer. Jackhammers rattled death knells. The only real familiarity was the heat, and that was an old enemy, not an old friend. And without the refuge of alcohol, the heat was unbearable.
Winner of the Ned Kelly award for crime, author Andrew McGahan has produced a visceral novel and for me it was not an easy read (e-books are not my preferred medium), told in flashbacks and the present, underscored by the thoughts and insights of an alcoholic. Yet I was drawn in by the prose, the poetic descriptions of the hinterland, and of a city’s past and present.