What is it about the Australian Text Classics list that’s so appealing? The North York branch of the Toronto Public Library has quite a few of them, including Elizabeth Harrower’s The Long Prospect (1958) which I’m happy to read for Brona’s Books Australian Reading Month.
What I enjoyed about this novel is how astutely Harrower captures that in-between feeling of a twelve-year-old girl poised between childhood and adulthood.
What I did not enjoy is how astutely Harrower captures that in-between feeling of a twelve-year-old girl poised between childhood and adulthood.
At one point, Emily is out for a walk and puts her hand on a wooden post and thinks about how it was once a sapling; I remember that sharp sense of time passing and a keen awareness of mortality that didn’t fit with childhood at all.
I’d been a sickly kid and was bumped up in school after having been enrolled later due to poor health—first one of the oldest in the class and, then, one of the youngest in another. I didn’t fit and spent a lot of time alone with my own thoughts, with my fledgling understanding, and I could relate to Emily’s isolation in small settlements where there was really one acceptable way to be.
Emily does connect with someone who seems to naturally understand her way of seeing the world, who doesn’t judge her for wanting something other than what the other adults around her seem satisfied to have—something different.
There’s a “shifting of key in Emily, a translation to a deeper level of reality, a translation to herself.” What a brilliant description. I longed for that myself, and her sense of astonishment and gratitude, her deep feeling and fondness, felt almost painfully real, particularly when she finds herself alone once again. Having discovered what acceptance feels like, tolerance is no longer enough.
All of the characters are depicted with compassion, including Emily’s grandmother Lilian—with whom Emily’s living at this time:
“If more properly the responsibility belonging to Paula and Harry Lawrence, there was the fact that Lilian herself had failed one of them. But who had handled Lilian? And who, that person? How far back must one go to find the root of human imperfection? Thea wondered. And in which direction first?”
As well as Emily’s mother Paula, whose marriage is a disappointment:
“Dislike, warped passion, non-comprehension—nothing could outweigh the inner, unconscious, fabulously romantic idea of marriage—themselves the hero and heroine: to part would have been to live life deprived.”
But readers reside most often with Emily. There are no easy answers.
“Where were her people? Where were the others like her, to keep her company? And where was she to look for help or information? She might, she felt, have been told something before being dropped off in Ballowra.” [Ballowra is a fictionalised Newcastle.]
This is my first of Harrower’s novels, but I hope to read The Watch Tower next. I’m also hoping to reread Miles Franklins’ My Brilliant Career and read, for the first time, its sequel (which I’ve nattered on about reading for, oh, maybe a decade now, which means it’s more likely two).
Just how long is Australian Reading Month anyway? Thanks to Brona for hosting and encouraging me to finally make good on a readolution…or two.
I have read several Harrower’s now, including this one, and love her writing, though the book that I can’t forget is The watch tower. It is such a powerful story of coercive control. Glad to see you reading her. She’s also written some good short stories – just saying!!
I think what makes TWT so interesting for me is that I can see the pattern of behaviour between the girls and their mother in the opening, and the sisters’ differing responses to it, but I was still surprised by the development to come. Initially I was simply expecting a “limited choices for women” sort of narrative, rather than this. (I’m a few pages from Part Two, not halfway yet.) The system is down so I can’t look for the stories but I definitely want to read more of her!
I’ve only read The Watch Tower plus some short stories of Harrower so far. Naturally after reading TWT I said I MUST read more and had lots of good intentions, but then got distracted by something new and shiny on my TBR….and you know how the story goes. I do like how Harrower gets under the skin of her characters…and her readers alike.
The fact that she’s a short story writer does add to my curiosity for sure (although I’m not sure the stories are available here…I’ll check…sometimes they’re the last to make it in international writing). In my TWT reading, I’ve just witnessed something very dark; TLP was sometimes uncomfortable/sad reading, but not in that way. (If their situation doesn’t resolve, I can see where it might have made me nervous to read another of her novels.)
I know what you mean when you say you love, and hate how an author nails a particular life stage – in some ways, its incredible how we all share those same feelings, but on the other hand, I don’t necessarily want to reminded of that time and how awkward I felt!
It’s a mark of praise for the author, but it does make you squirm a little when it’s done so realistically. Interesting, too, how even across so many decades, that emotion remains consistent.
I have two or three Harrowers, and I have read them, though what I retain is another matter. Your description sounds entirely unfamiliar and I suspect that although she’s the central character, I didn’t concentrate as much on Emily as I did on her mother.
You make a good point, the novel actually begins with the Grandmother and with one of the girl’s Mother’s friends and it would be easy to view the grandmother as the central character throughout. I think she fully realises all the characters, no matter how little time they occupy on the page.
This sounds beautifully done. I was bumped up a year at primary school so spent my last year of primary and all my secondary and indeed my university years (and even now when everyone turned 50 I was still turning 49!) younger than everyone else, missing all those milestones, and it was isolating, wasn’t it?
I’m now 50 pages into The Watch Tower and it’s beautifully done as well. #fangirl
Particularly at that time of life, when everyone feels as though a single year is a monumental thing, to always be out of synch and to be the smallest and the weakest.
But I wouldn’t be such a reader if I’d not turned to books to cope, you? But maybe that was more to do with moving and not finding new friends…
Yup, only child, too, with a difficult family, so books books books
Well, ditto, ditto, ditto: books, books, books! Hah
Lovely review. This sounds so sensitively realised. I’ll look out for it, I think I’d enjoy it.
I think you’d like her. (Also, great ’80s vid possibilities with this one!)