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Lily works as a cleaner. She moves through houses in inner-city Melbourne, unseen, scrubbing away the daily residue of other people's privilege. Her partner Janks works the line in a local food factory. With every pay check they inch further away from their former world of poverty and addiction.
Lily and Janks are determined that their daughter Jewelee will have a different life. She'll have a career, not a dead-end job. She'll have savings, not debt. But precarious lives are easily upended. One wrong move throws the family into a situation in which the lines between right and wrong, hope and disappointment, are blurred.
Other Houses is a masterful and tender story about people who live from payday to payday. Acutely observed and lyrical, Paddy O'Reilly's novel paints a haunting picture of class, aspiration and the boundaries we will cross for love.
244 pages, Hardcover
Published March 1, 2022
Number 63 is a two-storey terrace, renovated, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a formal lounge, large living area combined with kitchen and dining, and a laundry and sun porch leading to the garden.
We hate this house because of chrome. Chrome and leather furniture, chrome handrails on the stairs, chrome kitchen stools, chrome and glass coffee table, side table, nest of occasional tables. Two small children whose splayed sticky handprints can be found even on the underside of the chrome frames of the chairs. Some tiny handprints are identifiably oatmeal, some butter, some we suspect are dried poo. The metal isn't properly finished and every fortnight I half-expect to find blood from a sliced finger. Shannon calls it the House of Hands. The lady of the House of Hands leaves us two mugs, two teabags and four Aldi shortbread biscuits on her toddler-handprinted kitchen counter like a present for Santa. It seems she is saying relax, I don't think of you as my employees, but every few months she sends an email to Hector, our boss, querying the amount of time we take to clean her property. (p.26)
“We left our old life behind and faked our new life until we were absorbed into it.”
“They pay us to put their houses and perhaps their lives into order, to give them a sense that things are under control, to give them succour in newly clean and tidy worlds.”