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“AMNESIA” by Peter Carey (Penguin / Hamish
Hamilton, $NZ40)
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In Amnesia, however, Carey puts Australia
and America in collision. He takes a big and imaginative swipe at the matter of
Australian-American relations in a style that is part satire and part allegory,
and relevant to the age of cyber-hacking.
Pardon one of my
inevitable part-synopses to set things up.
Rumpled old
left-wing Australian journalist Felix Moore has just been dumped on by the
courts for libel and has been ordered to have his latest book pulped.
Financially ruined, he is ready to accept any project that will pay, so long as
it accords with his political beliefs. And he is handed a beaut. His old
wide-boy and property-developer chum Woody Townes, who rolls in money,
commissions him to write a biography of a young woman called Gaby (Gabrielle)
Baillieux. She is charged with releasing a virus, the Angel Worm, into the
federal computer system, which controls Australia’s jails. Hence jail doors
have sprung open all over the country and prisoners have walked free. But the
security systems of Aussie jails depend on American technology, which the
computer virus has also affected – so American jail doors also spring open.
Gaby is now denounced as a secret-spilling traitor by both Australian and
American security services, and has been whisked into hiding by supporters. (Think
Australian Julian Assange… or American Edward Snowden).
Woody Townes (a
very ambiguous character, because we are never sure if he is really Felix’s
friend or foe) says he wants Felix to write a book that will make Gaby look
good and swing public opinion her way.
Of himself and
his commission, Felix Moore remarks:
“I had not, previously, been thought of as the
kind of writer who might make a difficult character loveable… As a journalist
it was my talent to be a shit-stirrer, a truffle hound for cheats and liars and
crooks among the ruling classes. These pugnacious habits had served me well for
a whole career…” (p.134)
Felix has a backstory
with Gaby’s mother the actress Celine Baillieux, who is the daughter of an Aussie
woman raped by an American soldier during the Second World War. (Historical
brawls between Aussie and Yank soldiers are referenced). Here’s a clear symbol
of the Australian love-hate for America as the country that saved Australia
during war, but that has subsequently sought to dominate its destiny. And
there’s a second big symbol. Celine gave birth to Gaby in 1975, on the very day
of the “coup” that took Gough Whitlam out of power. Many on the left in
Australia (including Carey) believe Gough Whitlam’s removal to have been a
CIA-organised plot, for which the Murdoch and Packer press acted as
cheerleaders.
“Everything we knew from life suggested that
America could do what it liked and Australia would behave like the client state
it always was”, remarks Felix Moore (p.50), who also characterises
Australia’s security service ASIO as “the
CIA’s bum boys”. He knows that the young woman whose life he is researching
will as likely, if caught, end up in an American jail as an Australian one.
Amnesia. The very title
suggests a reminder not to forget what has happened in the recent past to shape
Australia. So, as Felix Moore sets about researching, and as he recalls
episodes in his past relationship with Gaby’s mother Celine, and as he is
hustled for results by the ambiguous and sinister Woody, we think we are in for
a highly political novel satirising Australian-American relations.
And so we are –
but not quite in the manner we expect.
Carey is a
master of the unexpected switch, after all. The first third Amnesia is narrated in the first person
by Felix Moore, ever ready to spout his political views. Thereafter, it
switches into a different mode, with an omniscient narrator mingling with the
voices of mother Celine and daughter Gaby as they emerge through the documents
and recorded interviews that are Felix’s research materials.
Having set up
the issue of American cultural colonialism in Australia, Carey warns against a
different sort of amnesia – the sort that would forget what political Australia
is really made of in the first place. For in Gaby’s parents, radical leftie actress
Celine and middle-of-the-road Labor Party hack Sandy Quinn, Carey ruthlessly
dramatises the disunity and political impotence of the Australian left (a bit
like the New Zealand left at the moment). Celine is almost “radical chic”, resenting
the fact that she has to live among real working class people in the Melbourne
suburb of Coburg. “She would rather die
than have a backyard, or a Hills Hoist or a barbecue or a privet hedge” remarks
the omniscient narrator (p.171). She rows endlessly with her husband Sandy; and
Sandy in turn is appalled that their daughter Gaby is sucked in by utopian
greenies who don’t know the reality of politics. Alienated from both parents
much of the time, Gaby draws closer to the guy who teaches her how powerful a
tool computer hacking can be.
And as Gaby’s
fate unravels (with a couple of powerful twists en route), Carey paints a hard,
bitter picture of a hellish life in the poorer Australian suburbs, sometimes
mingled with the rage of the daughter who feels both her parents have let her
down. Her thoughts turn apocalyptic and destructive as when she observes:
“The
stupid magpies went on carolling and the stupid sky was a cloudless blue and
the stupid Sydney Road continued to carry its trucks and cars north across the
dreary bluestone plains made in days when volcanoes vomited across the future
suburbs, and streams of lava ran like toffee, pooling in the hollows up to
sixty metres deep. Liquid basalt spewed from her chest and rolled down the
Merri Creek, boiling eels, and sending blazing wallabies to spread fire through
bush.” (p.211)
It is
characteristic of Carey to start at one point and proceed to take you somewhere
quite unexpected. In Amnesia, having
registered his protest at Australia’s inability to control its own fate on the
world stage, he proceeds to pick apart the weaknesses of Australians themselves.
This is one of
his best novels, as funny as it is tragic (especially in the figure of dogged
and put-upon Felix Moore), surprising, and hard-nosed in its details even when
it is taking the piss.
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