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This blog started years ago as a place to muse on the life projects keeping me entertained. It is no surprise then that it has morphed into a blog about my reading as that has been my lifelong project. Here I review lots of different types of books, with an added focus on Australian women writers. Hope you enjoy - feel free to contribute to the conversation!

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Book Review: 'A Wrong Turn At The Office Of Unmade Lists' by Jane Rawson (No 20: Fiction)



Jane Rawson’s 2013 novel ‘A Wrong Turn At The Office of Unmade Lists’ defies easy description. Its genre is indefinable, the plot ambitious, and the characters unusual, and yet familiar at the same time. It is no surprise then that this release by small press publisher Transit Lounge was recently awarded the 2014 MUBA, ‘Most Underrated Book Award’ judged by a collection of Australian indie publishers. The complexity of material in the novel deserves close attention, and hopefully the publicity surrounding the win will bring Rawson a wider audience.
‘A Wrong Turn At The Office of Unmade Lists’ begins in the future, a fairly bleak Melbourne, where the rivers are polluted, survivors live in humpies, and the UN patrol the camps giving aid to those trying to eke out a living. We meet Caddy, who has lost her home and her husband; she sits in a bar by the river, negotiating deals with the street kids around her, and musing on the short story she has been writing while she whiles away the hours:
‘At the Newell settlement someone had been cooking fish on a fire. It smelled good, but she’d learned a long time ago that she didn’t have the constitution for river fish. Instead, she’d pulled a pack of oat bars from her humpy. Man, she needed to find some work’.
Caddy’s mate Ray is also trying to survive in this grim world, and he enlists the willing Caddy to sleep with clients who still have money from some undisclosed source of business. Rawson paints the future Melbourne evocatively: the environment is ruined, disease is rife, the Internet is still ruling people’s lives but is essentially useless in providing what everyone wants, food and fresh water. Rawson’s vision of the future is depressingly easy to believe but at the same time vividly imaginative:
‘These days, navigating the smeared platforms and dismantled escalators of the City Loop settlement stations was a much bigger worry than terrorists. Thousands of people lived in the three underground stations, with no water, no ventilation and noone clearing anything away, ever. Elsewhere in the city settlements took care of themselves, kept things clean, looked out for each other. But for some reason the City Loop had attracted the worst down-on-their luck transients, the most mentally ill, the creepiest scanners, the fallen-from-favour cops and bouncers, tough guys and reprobates always assuming someone else would clean up after them, never doing a thing for themselves.’
We exist in Caddy and Ray’s world for a while before Ray takes a detour and stumbles across some printed maps amongst the junk piles and they pique his interest. And so it is the maps that lead us into the strange world of the ‘suspended imaginums’, and we are to learn through a mix of Ray’s travels and a sub plot concerning two new characters Sarah and Simon, that we have entered Caddy’s unfinished short story. Rawson enters meta territory, and Ray’s introduction to the Office of Unmade Lists with its curious employees is reminiscent of the film ‘Being John Malkovich’ or the absurdity of classic ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’:
‘’No maps, bud. Look, this is Shadow Storage and Retrieval. Head over that way’, she pointed left, ‘and you get to Suspended Imaginums. Past that, Imaginum Incubation. To your right, Odd Socks, then Tupperware Lids, the coffee shop and gift store, then Partially Used pens, then Remotes, then Lost Oddments. Unmade Lists have just set up their own Office, but they’re still waiting on funding for equipment’.
The dialogue in this section is witty and droll, perfect for the scene Rawson is setting. The plot becomes more complex, the narrative moves between third and first person, and time moves between past Australia and future Australia. Rawson is ambitious in her structure and voice, whilst maintaining coherence and pace. I did think the earlier sections in future Melbourne were more confident, less dialogue driven and more purposeful. However, the latter sections no doubt were what captured the attention of the MUBA judges: their scope and imagination make this an unusual and worthy read.


*This review is part of the Australian Womens Writers Challenge 2014

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