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A whisper: sssshh. The thinnest vehicle of breath.
This is a story that can only be told in a whisper.
There is a hush to difficult forms of knowing, an abashment, a sorrow, an inclination towards silence.
A powerful story wove not about the violent crime that happened on one hot afternoon in a remote outback location but of the “crime” surrounding this violence. The “crime” that is hushed, that no one would speak out loud of, and, at the time this story was written, not apologised for.
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This is a story that can only be told in a whisper.
There is a hush to difficult forms of knowing, an abashment, a sorrow, an inclination towards silence.
A powerful story wove not about the violent crime that happened on one hot afternoon in a remote outback location but of the “crime” surrounding this violence. The “crime” that is hushed, that no one would speak out loud of, and, at the time this story was written, not apologised for.
There were 3 ...more
Gail Jones writes beautifully and evocatively of the Australian bushland and its solitude. With the second world war as a backdrop, the events that occur in the tiny shack out on a remote cattle station are themselves shocking and life shattering. Jones' changes in viewpoint from first to third person are a little bothersome, but it is possible to overlook this potential flaw as the language and writing is so rich and the insights so deep.
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Nov 18, 2011
Blue Eyed Vixen
marked it as to-read
