Tarcutta Wake by Josephine Rowe
University
of Queensland Press, St Lucia, 2012
Short
stories
‘I am sorry that it
hurt you. But even so, it was something I carried around with me. Something
folded small that I could take out and look at whenever I wanted to.’
(p. 95)
(p. 95)
Josephine Rowe is a young Melbourne writer
whose work has been published in the prestigious Meanjin, Overland and The
Best Australian Stories. Tarcutta
Wake is a slim volume of 104 pages gracefully scattering vignettes of
people’s lives across twenty-five stories, much as Esther does with Robin’s
ashes in the title story. So many characters’ lives folded small – some explored
in a paragraph, others in a handful of pages.
Rowe dignifies the composite parts of a
person’s life. She draws out the parts to place before us as offerings. By
savouring these stories, we might find ourselves reflected in them. Are we too running away, moving house,
farewelling a lover, doing something unexpected, grieving losses? Characters
move on, leaving others behind, but Rowe’s dignity as a
storyteller lifts us, like the neighbour’s singing –
‘in the mornings we
would sometimes hear him singing, and his voice thrummed through all the busted
hot water systems and dirty sheets and disconnection notices, through the discarded
needles and the places where our bicycles used to be... his voice made these
things better than they were.’ (p. 25)
The stories unfold to reveal a myriad of
characters who observe life going on around them, placing the reader – as
observer – unobtrusively on the edge of understanding. We sit on the bed in
room 17 with Eli, the first narrator, and beside her in the car as she takes us
on the run to Brisbane. Her mother is driving, leaving Dad and Victoria behind.
We’re with Laith as he climbs out of the tank, and with him as he sees his son
growing up in Facebook photos. We’re behind the camera that observes the
‘nicotine stains, scars, tattoos’ of participants’ hands in an art project. We
meet the taxidermist’s wife, the distant lover, the elderly doorman who dances
with all the girls like it was a ‘different time and place’, and an artist’s
model. We don’t meet Sonja sitting alone in her apartment, or the singing man,
or Thao, but we are told a little of their stories and know that they meant
something to someone.
For such a small volume, its weight is something to be carried around with you. There are many readers who scorn short stories because they want the full meat of a novel - a saga and an adventure - they want to be told what happens. I think snapshots and the gathering of a few fine words can be as satisfying when presented by such a strong writer. It is then that your imagination takes flight.
For such a small volume, its weight is something to be carried around with you. There are many readers who scorn short stories because they want the full meat of a novel - a saga and an adventure - they want to be told what happens. I think snapshots and the gathering of a few fine words can be as satisfying when presented by such a strong writer. It is then that your imagination takes flight.
Josephine’s online site: josephinerowe.com
I'm planning a short short story reading challenge. Join me?
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