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Kim Scott named a State Cultural Treasure
December 9, 2022 kimbofo
Congratulations to Australian writer Kim Scott who has received a prestigious 2022 State Cultural Treasures Award.
These awards celebrate and honour senior Western Australian artists and organisations who have made outstanding lifelong contributions to their art form and community.
Only 38 people have ever received one of these awards, which were established in 1998 (and known as State Living Treasures Awards) and subsequently awarded in 2004 and 2015.
Scott is a descendant of the Wirlomin Noongar people and wrote his first novel, 'True Country' while he was teaching in Kalumburu, the northernmost settlement in Western Australia, with his wife.
His second novel, 'Benang: From the Heart', won the Western Australian Premier's Literary Award and the Miles Franklin Literary Award, making him the first Aboriginal author to win it.
He won a second Miles Franklin Literary Award with 'That Deadman Dance'. This novel also earned him the prestigious South-East Asia and Pacific Commonwealth Writers' Prize.
He has dedicated himself to reclaiming Noongar culture and language.
He was named the inaugural Western Australian of the Year in 2012 and was inducted into the Western Australian Writers Hall of Fame in 2020. He is currently a senior academic at Curtin University of Technology
You can find out more about the awards, and the other recipients, on the official website.
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'Taboo' by Kim Scott
July 8, 2018 December 10, 2022 kimbofo
Fiction – paperback; Picador Australia; 276 pages; 2017.
Kim Scott is a two-time winner of the Miles Franklin Literary Award and his latest novel, Taboo, has been shortlisted for this year's prize.
A descendant of the Noongar people of Western Australia, he is an indigenous writer whose work tends to focus on Aboriginal identity and the sometimes strained relations between black and white Australians.
Taboo is no exception. Set in Noongar country, it examines the thorny issue of reconciliation: after so much bloody and violent history, how can white Australians and indigenous Australians make their peace?
This dilemma is neatly summed up in the book's opening paragraph:
Our hometown was a massacre place. People called it taboo. They said it is haunted and you will get sick if you go there. Others just bragged: we shot you and poisoned the waterholes so you never come back.
Told in the third person, but largely through the eyes of a teenage girl, Tilly, the book focuses on plans to open a Peace Park in the Western Australian (fictional) town of Kepalup as a form of reconciliation. Just outside the town lies a farm, owned by widower Dan Horton, where Dan's ancestors murdered Tilly's in the late 19th century. (By a stroke of coincidence — and there are many in this novel, it has to be said — Tilly was fostered by the Hortons when she was a young child.)
Dan, a devout Christian, wants to pursue his late wife's dream to invite the Noongar onto the farm, to "reconcile themselves to what happened here". He is more dismissive, thinking it was a long time ago and "there was no real evidence of any more than a few Aborigines being killed".
A haunting tale
It's fair to say that this massacre haunts the pages of this novel; a ghostly spectre that reminds us that modern Australia is built on horrific foundations. The story is also haunted by the long arm of dispossession, and the devastating impact on people when their cultural identity has been stripped from them.
In places, it makes for depressing reading. Pretty much every indigenous character in this novel is struggling with an addiction, whether drugs or alcohol, and many have been in prison for violence and petty thievery.
Tilly's back story is particularly horrific. Raised by a white mother, when she's a teenager she learns that her father is an Aboriginal, the legendary Jim Coolman, who's serving time in prison. Drawn into the orbit of her new family, Tilly falls prey to a (white) violent sexual predator who feeds her drugs, ties her to a leash and treats her like a dog.
But there is hope here, too, for when Tilly eventually escapes she grabs a rare chance to make something of herself: she wins a scholarship to a boarding school, settles down to a life of some normality and is welcomed into the arms of her (extended) Aboriginal family.
A trippy novel
In his afterword, Scott describes Taboo as a "trippy, stumbling sort of genre-hop that I think features a trace of Fairy Tale, a touch of Gothic, a sufficiency of the ubiquitous Social Realism and perhaps a touch of Creation Story". And he's right: at times it does feel "trippy" and, I'd argue, slightly patchy and uneven in places. The second third of the novel feels a bit baggy and seems to lose direction after a solid, intriguing and page-turning first third.
That said, this is by far Scott's most accessible novel — the language is slightly pared back compared with the complex Benang, for instance — and it feels particularly modern and relevant.
Despite the sometimes oppressive nature of the story, it brims with optimism. Scott is careful not to make this a revenge story — "Our people gave up on that Payback stuff a long time ago" — and instead chooses to focus on how it is possible for people to "claim back" their identity, largely through the use of the Noongar language (see Lisa's review at ANZLitLovers for her excellent dissection of this issue).
He's also not afraid to highlight, tongue-in-cheek style, the ignorance of some white Australians about Aboriginal culture. For instance, when Tilly meets her Aboriginal Support Officer for the first time, the officer is shocked that Tilly is Aboriginal. "Gee, with some of you it's hard to tell," she says. And later when Tilly tells her that the Noongar don't play didgeridoo, the officer is dismissive: "Didgeridoo means Aborigine to everyone, surely."
For another take on this novel, please see Bill's review at The Australian Legend.
This is my 3rd book for the Miles Franklin Literary Award 2018 and my 4th for #20booksofsummer. It also qualifies for ANZ LitLovers' Indigenous Literature Week(July 8-15 2018). I bought this one from Readings.com.au last year because I suspected it would never be published here in the UK and, having read Scott's earlier work, I wanted to read it as soon as I could. Alas… it took me eight months to get around to it.
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'True Country' by Kim Scott
December 18, 2016 December 19, 2016 kimbofo
Fiction – paperback; Fremantle Press; 299 pages; 2010.
You listen to me. We're gunna make a story, true story. You might find it's here you belong. A place like this.
True Country, Kim Scott's debut novel, was first published in 1999. It tells the story of Billy, a young teacher, who moves to a remote settlement in Australia's far north to take up a job at a local school.
Here, in a Christian mission now in decline and a government administrative outpost struggling to keep staff, Billy and his wife, Liz, find themselves thrust into an Aboriginal community that appears to be in disarray. Yet Billy is drawn to the people and the astonishing landscape in which they live in ways that surprise him.
An immensely powerful read about dispossession, the clash between cultures and finding your rightful place in the world, I found True Country the perfect follow-up/companion read to Stan Grant's memoir Talking to My Country. Both books sing from the same hymn sheet, as it were, and paint a stark, disturbing portrait of what happens when one culture tries to subjugate another.
A remote settlement
When Billy and Liz fly into Karnama this is what they see from the plane window:
We flew over a large curved pool in the river, and saw the mission with its lawns and buildings and plantation. There were small huts and large trees, and a scratch of track that dipped through creeks. It scratched past the powerhouse and the school, turned the corner of the basketball court near the mission gates and continued, lined with coconut palms, past corrugated iron huts to a gravel airstrip in the shape of a cross. Not far from the airstrip the river flows through a gorge before widening to a mangrove-lined mouth and into the sea.
This first impression of a beautiful, semi-ordered landscape is tarnished when the plane banks over the bush on the other side of the settlement and Billy sees that it was "littered with old car bodies, tins, plastic, all sorts of rubbish". And perhaps that's a metaphor for this whole, carefully structured, novel, which scratches the dark underbelly of what it is to be a forgotten people living in a community beset by problems, many of them caused by decades long interference from others who think they know better.
It's only when Billy and Liz settle into their new lodgings and begin work that they pick up on the very real "them" and "us" mentality that exists between the whites and the blacks. Grog is forbidden for Aboriginals, but the priest has his own private supply, for instance, and all the white staff live in well-built air-conditioned housing and have access to vehicles, while the blacks sweat it out in hot corrugated iron shacks and travel everywhere by foot.
Tensions arise between these two cultures, caused primarily by a different set of values. Many of the Aboriginals living in Karnama have so little respect for education that the teachers must wake up their students and practically drag them into the classroom every morning. There is no understanding of the concept of personal property, so that if they "borrow" a car and crash it, it is simply abandoned by the side of the road, and children think nothing of going into a teacher's unlocked house without their knowledge to rifle through their belongings. And there's a strong (cynical) belief that the white people, whether teachers, government administrators or clergy, are there simply to make money or to further their careers, they have no real interest in helping the Aboriginal community.
There are deeper, more disturbing problems here, too: alcohol abuse and petrol sniffing is rife (to "kill the world", as Billy puts it) and the men are violent with each other and their wives (usually after drinking too much grog).
Room for hope
Strangely, for all the shocking incidences in this book (including a violent murder committed by white men), it is not a depressing one. That's largely due to Billy's "assimilation", for want of a better word, into this community, for part-way through the story you come to realise that Billy is not white: he has Aboriginal ancestry, and his reason for moving to this community is to discover that part of himself which, for so long, has remained dormant and unknowable.
There are wonderful descriptions of outings to go fishing and to learn about bush culture and to fall that little bit in love with the varied landscape around him and to appreciate the vagaries of the seasons.
This time of the year […] it is getting hotter. Late in every day the sky comes low, it sags down like it is swollen and bruised. The flies are sticky drinking your sweat. Over on the edge of the sky the lightning stabs the hills. But no rain comes yet. It will.
He strikes up a particularly lovely friendship with Fatima, one of the oldest Aboriginal women living in Karnama, who sits at his kitchen table and tells him stories that he records on audio tape with a view to transcribing them for his students. It's perhaps telling that this form of oral history, so much a part of Aboriginal culture, never makes it into written form, for Billy realises that to do so would require too much time and too much editing and he doesn't think he has the right to alter Fatima's words: these are not his stories to tell.
An engaging portrait
The novel is largely structured around a series of vignettes and what I would call sketches of characters or scenes, some of which are only a couple of pages long. But this style builds up an engaging portrait of the community, so that you come to learn about the way it works and the people who inhabit it in ways a normal straightforward narrative might not have been able to do.
It's largely written in the first person, past tense, but there are snatches of present tense to heighten tension and there are passages told in Aboriginal vernacular which lend a vivid, authentic flavour to the prose. It is that vernacular that I loved most, perhaps because much of it so wonderfully conveys the spiritual connection between people and the land:
And it is a beautiful place, this place. Call it our country, our country all 'round here. We got river, we got sea. Got creek, rock, hill, waterfall. We got bush tucker: apple, potato, sugarbag, bush turkey, kangaroo, barramundi, dugong, turtle… every kind. Sweet mango and coconuts too.
In case you haven't guessed, I really loved this novel. I loved the way Scott writes about confronting, often shocking, problems but in an intelligent, empathetic way. I loved his poetical use of language. I loved his characters, the whole complex range of them. I loved his descriptions of the landscape. I loved his sense of humour evidenced in descriptions of shambolic corroborees put on for American tourists expecting polished performances. And I loved the redemptive ending. But most of all I loved its big beating heart.
True Country has been widely published, so British and North American readers should be able to source a copy online without too much difficulty.
Kim Scott is of Aboriginal descent. He has won the Miles Franklin Literary Award twice — for his novels Benang: From the Heart (in 2000, jointly with Thea Astley's Drylands) and That Deadman Dance (in 2011).
This is my 47th book for #ReadingAustralia2016.
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'That Deadman Dance' by Kim Scott
January 22, 2013 November 28, 2015 kimbofo
Fiction – paperback; Bloomsbury Circus; 416 pages; 2012. Review copy courtesy of publisher.
If there was one book I was really looking forward to in 2012 it was Kim Scott's That Deadman Dance, which had been published in Australia to critical acclaim in 2010. Prior to its long-awaited publication in the UK last October, it had gone on to win almost every award going in the antipodes, including the 2011 Regional Commonwealth Writers' Prize, the 2011 Miles Franklin Literary Award and the 2011 Australian Literary Society Gold Medal.
But perhaps that weight of expectation proved too heavy for me, because I found myself struggling to enjoy this book, even though I very much appreciated Scott's "message" and his thoughtful, often beautiful prose.
First contact between black and white
The story, which is set on the south-west coast of Western Australia in the mid-19th century, charts the colonisation of the land by white settlers and the impact of their arrival on the native inhabitants, the aboriginal Noongar people.
Scott, who is a descendant of the Noongar, is more than authorised to tell this tale, which shows how an initial spirit of co-operation between the two groups sadly erodes over time.
The Europeans, once outnumbered by their aboriginal counterparts, become dominant and all-powerful as the settlement takes shape and new buildings, new roads and new systems of governance are put into place. As the population grows and more people arrive from the motherland, the Noongar are no longer viewed as equals but as a threat — in all kinds of ways.
By comparison, the Noongar, a resourceful and welcoming people who had initially embraced their new visitors and their strange ways, find that the land which had sustained them for thousands of years has now been parcelled off into farms for crop and meat production and they are no longer free to roam it. Their incomprehension is only matched by the white settler's fury when sheep and other food is stolen from them.
This almost imperceptible shift in power is what makes this book so fascinating, because at what point did it go wrong? What would modern Australia be like if black and white relations had not broken down in this terrible way?
Unusual structure
The book is structured in an unusual way — and I think this is probably why I struggled to enjoy it. It is divided into four parts, which are not arranged in chronological order — for instance, we start in 1835, before going back to 1826-1830, then we move forward to1836-1838 before jumping forward again to 1841-1844.
There's not much of a plot either (except, of course, the breakdown in black and white relations) and there's not really a main character with which the reader can identify. While much of the narrative revolves around Bobby Wabalanginy, a young aborigine, who has a remarkable gift for mimicry and learning new languages, Scott provides a range of perspectives, so we get to see things through the eyes of a vast array of characters, including Dr Cross, Bobby's uncle Mendak, the Chaine family from Britain and former soldier Alexander Killam.
It is this constant jumping around (many of the chapters are very short) from person to person and from one time frame to another, that complicates the narrative. And despite this almost schizophrenic approach, I did occasionally find that the storyline lagged.
Portrait of Australia's past
Of course, it's not a bad novel and I'd urge anyone who is interested in Australia's early history and its landscape to give it a try. Scott's prose is wonderfully evocative, particularly of the bush and the ocean, and his descriptions of the whaling ships and the whaling industry — which becomes such a dominant force along this part of the coast — is rich and eloquent.
The strength of the story lies mainly in its examination of how the values of the colonisers were at odds with that of the Noongar — a dilemma that remains unreconciled to this day. But Scott does this in such a gentle, nuanced way that the full force of his detailed portrait of white arrogance and ignorance, coupled with black incomprehension and despair, doesn't fully hit you until you come right to the end of the novel.
I came away from the last page feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness, best summed up in this quote (from page 109):
We thought making friends was the best thing, and never knew that when we
took your flour and sugar and tea and blankets that we'd lose everything
of ours. We learned your words and songs and stories, and never knew
you didn't want ours…
For a different take on this book, please see the reviews at ANZLitlovers, Tony's Reading List and Book Sexy Review.
A note of warning: the blurb on my edition suggests this novel is a romantic tale between an aboriginal man and a white woman, but that paints a false premise. While there is a short romance between Bobby and Chaine's daughter, this is not the central focus of the novel.
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'Benang: From the Heart' by Kim Scott
August 25, 2012 November 28, 2015 kimbofo
Kim Scott's Benang: From the Heart is a story about Australia's history of white subjugation of indigenous people. I had every good intention to read it for Anz LitLovers' Indigenous Literature Week in early July. But when I started it I soon realised this was not a book to rush through. Indeed, I found it so upsetting in places I had to put it away for a bit, so that I could chew things over until I could summon the courage to pick it up again.
The first white man born
This deeply poignant and haunting story is narrated by Harvey, who describes himself as "the first-born-successfully-white-man-in-the-family-line". From the age of seven he goes to live with his grandfather, who runs a boarding house mainly inhabited by alcoholic men. It is here that he is "raised to carry on one heritage, and ignore another" but as a teenager he begins to "reconsider who I am".
In that search for self, Harvey comes to slowly understand his place in the family line — "the product of a long and considered process" to create a white man from a long line of people with aboriginal blood. This process has been overseen by his grandfather as part of a bold — and disturbing — scientific experiment in which he has been trying to "breed out" the aboriginal blood in successive generations in order to achieve "biological and social absorption", to "dilute the strain" and to "uplift a despised race".
His efforts mirror those of the settlements and missions in the early part of the 20th century in which Australia operated a crude system of apartheid designed to separate whites from blacks.
A blending of fact and fiction
The narrative is littered with real-life archival documents, many of them from the Chief Protector of Aborigines, A.O. Neville, who presided over a misguided — and cruel — policy of cultural assimilation, culminating in the removal of aboriginal children from their families to be raised as "white". This factual content — which stands on its own and is not editorialised or commented upon — serves to make the fictional storyline more compelling and heart rending.
Scott, who is of aboriginal ancestory himself, refrains from casting judgement, but it would be the coldest of readers who did not understand the deep pain, sadness — and sheer immorality — of the story presented here.
According to an article by Susan Midalia, the author wanted Benang to be "educative in both historical and emotional terms — to inform us about the shameful history of the white treatment of Aboriginal people and
also, and centrally, to 'speak from the heart'." On those levels, he wholly succeeds.
Memorable storytelling
He also succeeds in crafting a compelling and memorable tale. The prose is succinct and journalistic when it needs to be, at other times it is lyrical and poetic — at all times there is never a word out of place.
Occasionally, the narrative, which loops around in non-chronological order, borders on repetitive, but I suspect this is a deliberate attempt on Scott's behalf to show how history repeats and the lessons of the past are not learned. There are also forays into what could be best described as "magic realism" — Harvey has the ability to hover or fly — but perhaps this is merely a metaphor for "aboriginal dreaming"?
It was a white bird with bright red at its beak. […] Flying low at the edge of the rock, its wing beats regular and powerful, it arrowed straight to where the younger bird was hovering, and then arced up to join it.
I looked to my children, and — oh, this was sudden, not at all a gradual or patient uplift — I was the one poised, balanced, hovering on shifting currents and — looking down upon my family approaching from across the vast distances my vision could cover — I was the one to show them where and who we are. […]
I told Uncle Jack and the others of what had happened, and as I was speaking I found myself suddenly aware of how they listened. How they looked at me so closely, so attentive as I spoke. "Those birds. That was the spirit in the land talking to you. Birds, animals, anything can do it. That is what aboriginal people see."
An emotional read
I came away from this book feeling a mixture of joy and sorrow, anger and regret. It challenged me on many levels and I'm so grateful for having snapped the book up when I found it in a second-hand store last year.
Kim Scott's Benang was joint winner of the Miles Franklin Literary Award in 1999, an honour it shared with Thea Astley's The Drylands.
For another view on this book, please see Lisa Hill's thoughts.
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