Showing posts with label Indigenous Literature Week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indigenous Literature Week. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Once Upon A Time In New Zealand...

Having started my week of indigenous writing here in Australia, I'm finishing it on the other side of the ditch in New Zealand.  Our trans-Tasman neighbours are well known for having a fairly robust multi-racial society, with the indigenous Maori population far more integrated than is the case with the Australian Aborigines.  However, things obviously aren't quite as rosy as many would like to make out - today's book shows that many things are (or were) rotten in the state of Aotearoa...

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Once Were Warriors is an extremely popular New Zealand film, but the fact that it was originally a book is probably less known.  Alan Duff's novel is a searing exposé of the myth of racial harmony in New Zealand, portraying the life of the Maori underclass in a small regional town.  From first page to last, it grips the reader, pushing them into places they would rather not go, making them wonder what exactly has hapepned to a proud race of people.

The story centres on the Heke family, typical inhabitants of the town of Two Lakes.  Jake is the father, a feared fighter, a constant drinker and a threat to friends, foes and family members alike.  His wife Beth sleepwalks through her days, living only for her kids and wishing she could summon up the courage to take the first steps towards improving her life.  Together the Hekes have six children of various ages, exposed to the misery of growing up in an area rife with drugs, violence and chronic unemployment - and not all of them will make it through the book unscathed...

The story is told through the eyes of several of the family members, primarily Jake, Beth and elder daughter Grace, and each of the voices is unique and shattering, rough and wild.  At times, the language verges on steam-of-consciousness, deteriorating as the level of drunkenness increases, almost Joycean in its beauty and impenetrability.  In fact, one particular chapter, a thirty-page chunk which largely takes place in a bar, is as breath-taking in its own way as anything you'll find in Ulysses - but a lot more violent...

What comes across in the book's 200 pages is a picture of a society in ruins, a people with no hope, cast into a permanent cycle of unemployment and debt.  The streets of Two Lakes are home to casual, sickening violence, making it a very bad place to be if you're not a fighter.  It's not that there is any personal malice or bad blood - it's simply that the suppressed rage of living a life without prospects needs to be released somehow.  Jake and his friends just need to lash out at someone, anyone...

With no work, and little prospect of any, people spend their days wasting what little money they have on cigarettes and alcohol, unwilling and unable to put a little aside in the vain hope of improving circumstances.  In the first chapter, Beth makes the staggering discovery that her house is bookless, with not a single real book to be found from top to bottom - a symbol of the hopelessness of her situation.  The only other place the locals can look to restore their pride is their heritage, but the reality is that this new suburban underclass has lost its ties to its tradition.  When they left their villages, they abandoned their culture and their language, and now they are caught in a no-man's land, stranded between the Maori society they have voluntarily left and the white culture they will never be a part of.

Last year I read Witi Ihimaera's The Rope of Man, two collected novels which also dealt with the issue of Maori tradition and the importance of keeping a hold of it in modern society, but where Ihimaera's work was largely positive, Once Were Warriors is savage in its negativity.  It's over twenty years old now, so perhaps things have improved in New Zealand, but if this is (or was) a reflection of reality, it's a sobering one.

A book Once Were Warriors frequently reminded me of was Roddy Doyle's The Woman Who Walked into Doors, another look at a post-colonial society struggling to achieve equality.  While the oppressors have gone home in Ireland (at least in most of it...), they have left behind a similar legacy to the one portrayed by Duff, that of an ethnic group which is struggling to keep up its own language and culture.  Paula Spencer's troubles stem less from ethnic than social issues, but the end result is the same - frequent, unmerited beatings...

One path to take out of the mess is to embrace the violence and join one of the local gangs, a choice one of Jake's sons decides to make.  The gangs are a law unto themselves and represent a substitute for the traditional extended Maori family.  However, there is always another - a better - path to take, and that is to return to traditional values and embrace the past.  By working as a community, the individuals can take strength from shared numbers, and by the end of the novel, this seems to be the path Duff is suggesting his people take.

Another point which comes across in the book is that Duff lays the blame for his people's decline squarely on the shoulders of the Maoris themselves.  Despite the disadvantages that the indigenous population faces in a white-dominated society, the writer refuses to take the easy way out and blame the Pakeha (Europeans) for Maori problems.  In fact, in the glimpse we get of Jake's family history, and the issues he and his ancestors faced, it's clear that the Maoris, in their own way, are just as guilty of discrimination as the Pakeha ...

Once Were Warriors is a book I would recommend to anyone, a biting critique of a people at a turning point, a proud race at rock bottom, trying to find their way back to old glories.  Duff insists that this is to be found in a greater sense of community and a return to traditional cultural values - and it's hard to disagree.  One of the enduring images of the book is the passion and energy shown when those Maoris who have retained the ties to their culture sing, dance and mourn.  The city-bred Maoris can only stand and wonder as their distant relatives show them the way out of their miserable lives:
"On and on and on, a reincarnation of what was, a resurgence of fierce pride, a come-again of a people who once were warriors."  p.127, UQP (1991)
As Jake finds out the hard way, being a warrior is about more than just fighting...

Monday, 2 July 2012

From the Hands of Our Fathers...

Lisa, of ANZ LitLovers, has declared the first week of July Indigenous Literature Week, and when the Queen of Australian literary blogs says that, it must be so ;)  This week then, I've got a couple of reviews for you by indigenous writers, one from either side of the Tasman - and we're starting today on our side of the ditch...

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Larissa Behrendt's Legacy is a novel centred on Simone Harlowe, an Aboriginal law student studying for her doctorate at Harvard.  We first meet her on her way to a regular catch-up with her supervisor, Professor Young, a man she greatly admires.  As an outsider looking in on their educated discussion, it looks as if they are two people without a care in the world - but appearances can be very deceptive.

Simone decides to pay a surprise visit home to Sydney to see her parents, housewife mum Beth Ann and famous Aboriginal rights campaigner Tony.  Far from being a happy homecoming, however, Simone's extended stay reopens old wounds and unearths new problems.  Meanwhile, back in Boston, Simone's Professor is about to make a decision that will affect his Australian student more than she could have imagined...

While Legacy, as you would expect, does have a political side, the main focus of the novel is on relationships, especially family ties.  The headstrong Simone, who idolised her father as a young girl, is unable to forgive him when she discovers his feet of clay, shocked to discover that the man who represents his people on the national stage is every bit as flawed as everyone else.  It takes some advice from her closest friends to make her realise that the real world works very differently to how she'd pieced it together from her law books.

Behrendt's story is an entertaining one, a page-turner which I raced through in a matter of hours.  The multiple view-points allow the reader to experience events from two or three angles, revealing the contrast between the facts and what certain characters perceive.  In a story which could divide along the lines of fathers and daughters, it is perhaps appropriate that Simone has to learn that things aren't always black and white.

Interesting as it is though, I did have several issues with Legacy.  For one thing, the history of the Aboriginal rights movement, an important part of the story, seemed shoe-horned in, great amounts of information dumped into the reader's path, often obstructing the story's progress.  I also had issues with some of the conversations, the dialogue seeming a little stilted and unrealistic at times.

Another drawback was the way in which there seemed to be a multitude of strong women and weak men.  This portrayal of the men as weak, betrayed by their instincts, was a little annoying.  When you set this next to the character of Simone, a character not a million miles away from that of the writer herself, it seems a little... self-indulgent?  Certainly, if I were to write a novel about a teacher and literary blogger and then had another character praise his intelligence, I'd expect to be laughed at a little...

I'm sure many readers will disagree with my assessment (most usually do...), but even with these issues, Legacy is an entertaining novel, and I'm definitely glad I gave it a go.  It's just that if I'm being fair, Legacy has to compete on an equal basis with all the other novels I've read and reviewed on the blog.  Interesting?  Yes.  Entertaining?  Yes.  A great piece of literature?  No.  But then, that might be exactly what you're after ;)