Gerald Murnane - A History of Books

A HISTORY OF BOOKS

OTHER BOOKS BY GERALD MURNANE

TAMARISK ROW

A LIFETIME ON CLOUDS

THE PLAINS

LANDSCAPE WITH LANDSCAPE

INLAND

VELVET WATERS

EMERALD BLUE

INVISIBLE YET ENDURING LILACS

BARLEY PATCH

GERALD MURNANE

A History of Books

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

As It Were a Letter was first published in Southerly, 61,1 (2001); The Boys Name Was David was first published in The Best Australian Stories (Black Inc, 2002); Last Letter to a Niece was first published in The Best Australian Stories (Black Inc, 2001).

This project has been assisted by the Commonwealth Government through the Australia Council, its arts funding and advisory body.

CONTENTS

A History of Books

After a certain age our memories are so intertwined with one another that what we are thinking of, the book we are reading, scarcely matters any more. We have put something of ourselves everywhere, everything is fertile, everything is dangerous, and we can make discoveries no less precious than in Pascals Penses in an advertisement for soap.

MARCEL PROUST, Remembrance of Things Past

A man and a woman, husband and wife, were standing in the main square of a town such as might have been depicted, fifty and more years ago, in one or another so-called article about one or another country in Central America in one or another issue of the National Geographic Magazine. The time was probably mid-afternoon, and the air was surely hot. The man and the woman debated several matters during their time in the square. Once, at least, the woman struck the man and was struck in return. None of the disputes between the man and the woman had been resolved when he and she became a male and a female jaguar, or it may have been a male and a female hummingbird or a male and a female lizard.

At some time during the 1970s, or it may have been earlier, the phrase magical realism became fashionable among the sorts of person who are paid to write comments on published works of fiction. Those persons mostly used the phrase when commenting on works of fiction by authors from the region known as Latin America. The persons seemed to believe that the authors mentioned had devised a new way of writing fiction. The authors themselves seemed mostly followers of fashion and ignorant. In their fiction, they reported things becoming other things or persons becoming other than persons as though such reports had not been included in works of fiction since so-called classical times. The phrase magical realism later fell out of fashion, and most of the works of fiction by the so-called magical realists seem nowadays forgotten.

One of the least-praised of the works of fiction mentioned above might be reported as having been still remembered when the sentences hereabouts were being composed, which was about forty years after the publication of the English translation of the seldom-praised work. Not a word of the text itself was still remembered. The design of the dust jacket and even its predominant colours had been forgotten long before. The man who might have claimed to remember the work of fiction would have claimed no more than to be sometimes aware of the matters reported in the following paragraphs.

A man and a woman, husband and wife, were lying on a double bed in an upstairs flat in a certain inner suburb of Melbourne. The time was mid-afternoon, and the air in the flat was hot. The man and the woman debated several matters during their time on the bed. Once, at least, the woman struck the man and was struck in return. None of the differences between the man and the woman had been resolved when he and she copulated on the bed or when she afterwards turned away and fell asleep while he remained lying on the bed and watching images in his mind of a male and a female jaguar or it may have been a male and a female hummingbird or a male and a female lizard.

The man watching the images supposed that he was remembering the contents of a certain book of fiction that he had read several years before. The man still remembered the title of the book and the name of the author and the colours and the design of the dust jacket. Now, so the man supposed, he was remembering some of the contents of the book. He could not remember any of the text of the book but he was remembering some of the characters and some of the action, or so he would have said if the woman had woken and had asked him what he was thinking about.

The images in the mind of the watching man the imagejaguars or the image-hummingbirds or the image-lizards debated several matters with one another or savaged one another or copulated for as long as the man supposed that he was remembering a certain book of fiction. The man believed himself to be a careful reader of books of fiction. He felt obliged to read carefully and to think afterwards about the fiction that he read. He hoped that he himself might become in the future the author of some or another work of fiction, but he supposed that he had first to learn certain secrets known only to authors of fiction. The man had never written more than a few pages of fiction before he had discarded them because he had seemed, while he was writing, merely to be reporting details of images of persons or of places or of objects or of events in his own mind whereas he had wanted his writing to give rise to images that would surprise him as he had been surprised at first by the images of the jaguars and of the hummingbirds and of the lizards while he had been reading the book of fiction that he supposed he was remembering while he lay on his and his wifes bed during the hot afternoon.

The mans wife remained asleep, but the man remained awake. The woman wore, while she slept, an undergarment that she called a slip. While he lay on the bed, the man began to look at the woman through half-closed eyes and with his head held at an angle. The man soon observed that the smoothness of the fabric on the womans hips brought to his mind an image of the skin of the lizard that he had lately seemed to remember having read about. The colour of the hair on the womans head was golden brown. Sometimes, the man observed that the shining of the sunlight on a few stray hairs at the womans forehead brought to his mind an image of the plumage of the hummingbird that he had lately seemed to remember having read about.

The man would have liked to observe some or another detail of the womans appearance that would bring to his mind some or another image-detail of a certain jaguar, but before he could observe such a detail the man fell asleep.