The Plains by Gerald Murnane

February–March 1983, no. 48

The Plains by Gerald Murnane

Norstrilia Press, 126 pp, $4.95 pb

The Plains by Gerald Murnane

February–March 1983, no. 48

The Plains is a book for the critic, not the mere reviewer. It is a strange creature, to be approached with care.

Several omens made me cautious. My review copy reached me three months after the date of posting. It was not in mint condition. In fact, the advanced state of spinal curvature is but a bagatelle to the numerous textual annotations and underlinings. There are apparently some gremlins in Australia Post determined to regulate the vagaries of our national reviewing. Most assiduously, during my trek, I closed my eyes to their signposts. Then I found myself dallying with the novel in an eating-house. A gentleman opposite asked if what I was reading had come from Israel. I took his point. Upside down, as well as right side up, the blue cover lettering might well pass for Hebrew. The cover is an abomination. Other people may have thought so too, for the book (first edition, first printing) is also sold in a different, brown dust jacket. A friend acquired a copy and was delighted to find he had scored two dust jackets, the brown and the blue.

I was warned. I suspect not many other reviewers had the same good fortune. I would hate to sound frivolous about the book, but I’m not sure we don’t have a case of the Emperor’s new clothes. The solemnity of tone with which many reviewers have treated The Plains makes me doubly suspicious.

I would suggest, in brief, that Gerald Murnane has written a first-rate, latter-day Gulliver’s Travels (Books Three and Four). The plains are the mind all right, but the plainsmen intellectuals. Murnane has no time for them. His plainsmen are distinguished by a solipsism that makes Bishop Berkeley sound the paragon of convivial gregariousness. ‘How might a man re-order his conduct,’ the plainsmen dream, ‘if he could be assured that the worth of a perception, a memory, a supposition, was enhanced rather than diminished by its being inexplicable to others.’ Et passim. The paralytic sterility of so much intellectual activity is the main target of Murnane’s satire. His concoctions of nonsense are consummately done. They hang in, just this side of unreadable.

The two most earnest pieces on The Plains have been by Paul Carter in The Monthly Review and John Tittensor in Meanjin. l have an uneasy feeling that Carter himself, with his interest in images of exploration, is an object of Murnane’s shafts: ‘Long treatises investigating the choice of images used by the authors of those provoking essays known as remembrances of the misremembered.’ Carter does not share my nervousness, but confidence in his judgement is more than jolted when he talks about ‘the beguiling simplicity of this prose’. In contradiction, I evidence the following (mere part of a) sentence.

Each behaved as though there was yet time to hear from the other a form of words acknowledging some of those possibilities that had never been realised for as long as each had despaired of arranging such things in a form of words.

As Murnane’s stodgy, humourless, and quintessentially stupid narrator says, ‘What I could not remember was the theory arrived at in the dense final paragraphs of the article’. Et passim. Pity help the reader who tries to make sense of all the nonsense in The Plains. That way lies true citizenship of Murnane’s fantasy world. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry with the author at all the solemn microscopy. Ern lives.

Gerard Windsor reviews 'The Plains' by Gerald Murnane

The Plains

by Gerald Murnane

Norstrilia Press, 126 pp, $4.95 pb

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Comment (1)

  • Or, just the OTHER side of unreadable. I've been reading (and reviewing) literary fiction over half a century, it's very rare that I will just flatly give up. I bailed on this pompous, stilted, creaking, airless, construction after 50 pages. To think he was touted for a Nobel Prize. Compared with Murnane, grumpy old Patrick White is a total page-turner, and surprisingly humane.
    Posted by Stephen Saunders
    08 December 2021

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