Timms examines the city I love; a little city nestled under a mountain on a harbour without the cachet of Sydney’s, but utterly picturesque nonetheless. He presents the down side as well as the up, takes the reader back in time and postulates on what it is that has shaped the city’s character, and what hinders its development, thankfully, away totally from its ‘end of the earth backwater-ness’. It is a city Timms, and his partner Robert Dessaix, have not always called home, so he is not blinkered in as far as its shortcomings are concerned. He, though, is also unafraid to laud what makes this place special. There’s the vibrancy of Salamanca, the gothic history, the boganism of Chigwell, the developing artistic/literary tinge and Timms notes rightly, as it turns out, the promise to come of MONA.
Being one of a series on our state capitals, it makes me eager to read Sophie Cunningham’s take on Melbourne, another city I am reasonably familiar with, as well as linked treatises on less known Brisbane and Sydney. I wonder if Canberra will receive the ‘going over’ as well?
My own life in Hobart, when I can get there, is quite blissful. The location of writing this is a little home right by the river on the rurban fringe of town. Yet I am ten minutes away from MONA and twenty from the CBD. I look up to forested hills down from which sea eagles occasionally swoop to observe my solitary, but joyous, perambulations. It doesn’t take much to imagine those hills sheltering the First Tasmanians, the original fringe dwellers of white settlement or skulking thylacine. Conversely I can quickly transform into a city habitué checking out the latest book launch at Fullers, the footy at a favourite waterfront watering hole, or some of the works of talented artists/artisans that the city harbours.
Timms’ Hobart is not exactly my Hobart, but it is here that I feel at home in a safe, nurturing environment that is reasonably slow paced compared to the recently visited uber-cosmopolitan Sydney. It will sustain the years I have left to me.
‘In Search of Hobart’ is a fine read, balanced and thought-provoking for those of us who call ourselves Tasmanians (as opposed to Australians).