5★
“Strangely scratched gums were bulldozed for further access and the garbage mounds quickly grew, the bora and its circles consumed by trash, rubbish, the towns scraps. The pathway was given the name of Old Black Road.”
This is a strange and sad and wonderful book. It would be hard-hearted readers who didn’t find themselves immersed in Simpson’s small/big story of an Aboriginal family who lives at the Campgrounds on the outskirts of a small country town.
The activities are the everyday cooking, washing, sweeping, endless cups of tea and conversation between the women and girls or between the men and boys. There are several generations, but the main focus is Celie Billymil and her daughter Mili.
Celie worked in the hospital laundry, cleaning the bed linens by boiling them in the copper over a fire, scrubbing them and hanging them out to dry. They were often putrid, but we are told they were spotless when she was done with them. Her hands were a wreck. But she loved that she had a job and Tom.
“Celie and Tom Billymil lay staring at the ribbed roof of their bedroom, listening. The flat tin roof played a soft symphony of pings and clicks as the metal stretched to greet the new day.”
Interspersed with their activities are conversations from ‘above’. From past elders and those who are watching their families below. Some we get to know as characters. The stars and celestial bodies are important in many cultures, not least in Aboriginal lore. It’s the kind of thing artists have incorporated into what many of us think of as Aboriginal dot painting.
“Many stars in the sky were in fact hearths, each of these hearths comprising a family, waiting for their loved ones to arrive. The large men and women sat crosslegged next to each other, each with a strand of twined rope tied loosely around their left big toe. The binding trailed away into the blackness, the end taken up on the edge of the atmosphere and woven into the nests of birds. The trees would transfer the string through their heartbeat, below the ground and to their roots. It created an earthly network that connected all living or once lived things across the expanse.”
The river, the trees, the bora ground, the special places have all been part of their families and culture forever. In other cultures, they might be the churches, temples, schools, ceremonial community centres. This is certainly at odds with how the mayor and his cronies see them, as ripe for development.
From the town’s white families, we have the expected racism, paternalism, and abuse inflicted on the families who live in the Campgrounds. Mili’s twin cousins, Alby and Ernie, are constant targets of the white boys, who gang up on them.
“‘And when Alby pinches me, it stings all day.’
‘Yes, my sweet, it hurts all day. But you never cry, and you never make trouble for them, do you?’
‘No, Mum.’
‘And why is that do you think?’ Mili paused, but only for an instant.
‘Well, the way my arm feels when Alby pinches me is the way he might feel all the time. Ernie too.’”
There is a dark undercurrent, the crocodile, Garriya, a threatening spirit creature that lurks in wait. It is being watched by those ‘above’. The story is frequently interrupted by small insertions of the power that is in danger of being released. When something bad happens:
“The tail of the crocodile freed itself from its limestone casing and swung, the great muscle thrashing and crushing the stone around into dust.”
A little later:
“Garriya stretched and extended its claws, pushing them hard into the loose earth. Its body was free. It was ready to come home.”
There is so much language that the flow of conversations and descriptive passages take on a kind of lilt. I may not be able to translate the words, but the feeling is clear. Simpson has made lyrical use of her Yuwaalaraay heritage, and if I didn’t already know she was a musician, I might have guessed it.
She has taken the universe and distilled it into a small, riverside town with people we care about and the people whom they have always cared about and revered. Just beautiful.
Thanks to NetGalley and Hachette Australia for the preview copy from which I've quoted.