On the scorching February day in 2009 that became known as Black Saturday, a man lit two fires in Victorias Latrobe Valley, then sat on the roof of his house to watch the inferno. In the Valley, where the rates of crime were the highest in the state, more than thirty people were known to police as firebugs. But the detectives soon found themselves on the trail of a man they didnt know.
The Arsonist takes readers on the hunt for this man, and inside the strange puzzle of his mind. This book is also the story of fire in Australia, and of a community that owed its existence to that very element. The command of fire has defined and sustained us as a species understanding its abuse will shape our future.
A powerful real-life thriller written with Hoopers trademark lyric detail and nuance, The Arsonist is a reminder that in an age of fire, all of us are gatekeepers.
This book would not have been possible without the support and patience of Paul Bertoncello, and his colleagues at Victoria Police. Id also particularly like to thank Selena McCrickard for her trust, and her colleagues at Victoria Legal Aid, including Dierdre McCann, for their time and candour. Im truly grateful to Ray Elston, and, of course, to Shirley Gibson. Thank you to everyone else who generously spoke to me about Black Saturday on and off the record.
For their help and advice, my thanks to Jaye Kranz, Tracy Bohan, Andrew Wylie, Paul Read, Janet Stanley, Amit Lotan, Patrick Kennedy, Rachel Nolan, Simon Gatt, Paul Reynolds, Brett Kahan, Patrick and Anne Morgan, David Sexton, Julian McMahon, Tom Gyorffy, Louisa Maggio, Jovelyn Barrion, Lucy Kostos, and especially the T and J Hooper Child Diversion Services. I also gratefully acknowledge the very generous support of a Sidney Myer Creative Fellowship.
Working with Ben Ball and Meredith Rose has been a gift of immeasurable value, and their talent, dedication and judgement truly inspiring. Thank you to Rachel Scully for graciously stepping in and giving support in this books last stages.
Finally, my love and thanks to Don Watson.
HAMISH HAMILTON
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PRAISE FOR THE TALL MAN
A sad, beautiful, frightening account of one mans pointless death... Every character is explored for their contradictions, every situation observed for its nuances, every easy judgement suspended... Hooper finds the common humanity in the accused and the accuser, the police officer and the street drinker, the living and the dead.
Mark Dapin, GOOD WEEKEND, SYDNEY MORNING HERALD
A brilliant vignette in which one appalling incident illuminates a saga of social breakdown.
Sara Wheeler, THE TIMES
Masterful... A kind of moral thriller about power, wretchedness and violence.
Philip Roth
The countrys finest work of literature so far this century. A haunting moral maze, described with such intimate observation and exquisite restraint that I kept pausing to take a breath and silently cheer the author... An Australian classic.
Robert Drewe, THE AGE
Like Truman Capotes In Cold Blood ... this gracefully nuanced book is about... the nature of death itself.
Duncan Campbell, THE GUARDIAN
Hooper does write with almost indecent felicity... with the mathematical rigour of a thriller-writer.
Aileen Reid, SUNDAY TELEGRAPH
A real life Heart of Darkness in the Australian badlands.
TIME OUT , Sydney
[Hooper] finds a muscular music even when confronting sordid truths.
THE NEW YORKER
Important, brilliant, perceptive... marvellous.
Phillip Knightley, LITERARY REVIEW
Extraordinary.
Alison McCulloch, NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW
An adrenaline rush to the heart.
THE OPRAH MAGAZINE
[Chloe Hooper] is the antipodean Joan Didion, the Truman Capote of our times.
Alice Nelson, THE WEST AUSTRALIAN
Her spare but polished narrative, through understatement and detail, gathers force like a river after rain.
Andrew Rule, THE SUNDAY AGE
Observant, acute and compassionate... [Hooper] favours nuance over clich, context over judgement.
TIME MAGAZINE , Australia
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FOR DON
Brendan Sokaluks dark-brown brick bungalow had been made in the same severe mould as others in the street, but while his neighbours had clipped their hedges into careful spheres and hung nylon lace in the windows, Brendan had not tried to soften the stark edges. Summer had killed off everything but an orange tree in a dusty bed. It was the only sign of life as Detective Senior Sergeant Adam Shoesmith knocked on the front door. The drab curtains were drawn. Not a sound came from inside. Henry and Bertoncello stood beside him in the late afternoon sun. The policeman knocked again. Silence.
Bertoncello walked down the side. In the backyard, amidst the empty garden beds and the rusting Hills hoist, lay the junk. Every square foot was stacked with it wire, piping, flyscreens, components of old office chairs. The detective was used to visiting run-down addresses disorder was the recurring theme of most houses he called on but this was different. This was a private junkyard.
Bertoncello tried the back door. Again there was no answer, and it flashed through his mind that they may have arrived too late. If Sokaluk had been tipped off about a police visit or even if he hadnt, but had lit the fire and been overcome by the horror he might have taken his own life.
Now the other two men joined Bertoncello in the backyard. None of them knew much about their suspect. Fearing for his safety, they were moving faster than theyd have chosen, and they stood taking in the scene. An incinerator constructed from a 44-gallon drum sat in the centre behind a rickety wall of odd bricks and timber. Here, and in the front yard, patches of the ground were burnt. Perhaps Brendan Sokaluk couldnt help himself.