Letters - June-July 2002

ABR welcomes concise and pertinent letters. Correspondents should note that letters may be edited. They must reach us by the middle of the current month. Emailed letters must include a telephone number for verification. Pat Jalland replies to Marian Quartly Dear Editor, This reply to Marian Quartly’s review (ABR, May 2002) of my book, Australian Ways of Death, is the first time I have responded to a review of any of my six books over a twenty-year period. The review is incorrect in its statement that my ‘sympathy for the voices of the past does not extend to the illiterate’; the review is also inconsistent, since it earlier notes that I draw on ‘a wider range of sources and listen to less literate voices’ than in my last book, Death in the Victorian Family (OUP, 1996). About half of my chapters draw on sources of value for the working classes, the poor and the destitute, including police records, friendly society records, destitute asylum records, royal commission reports, records of lonely graves, soldiers’ records from the Great War, bush ballads, poetry and paintings, shipboard diaries and newspapers. For example, the New South Wales government inquiry into destitute asylum abuses in 1886–87 allows us to recapture the voices of some of the helpless poor through the oral testimonies of about 160 witnesses, including numerous courageous inmates, some of them blind, paralysed or very old. And the police records bring us the partial stories of many illiterate and marginal people, including old men (and a few women) who sought to remain independent, despite poverty and unemployment. The review is also incorrect in stating that I do ‘not explain this culture of neglect’ of the old, infirm and dying in some of the worst destitute asylums in the former convict colonies. The reasons are given at some length in Chapter 11, including a different demographic pattern from that in Britain, with an ageing population of immigrants and former convicts without family support networks. Moreover, the British stigma against ‘undeserving’ paupers applied equally in the Australian colonies, but there were additional prejudices in a young and utilitarian society against paupers who had once been convicts, and against frail, debilitated old people. The review misunderstands the general argument of my book and overstates the role of the bush, which isn’t examined until Chapter 13 (out of sixteen chapters). I make no suggestion, for example, that ‘the awfulness of the asylums could be traced to a hostile bush environment’, as the review suggests. The review does not mention the benign aspects of experiences of bush deaths explored in the book, including the cultural role of the bush grave in establishing a sense of individual belonging to the Australian land; or the bushmen in Lawson’s story who were willing to participate in a stranger’s funeral, ‘dancing jigs, drinking, sky-larking’; or those balladeers who sought hope after death in the beauty and regeneration of nature, rather than in a Christian heaven. The Great War is also absent from the review, though I argue that it marked a major turning point in practices and attitudes relating to death. I fully recognise that Aboriginal experiences of death constitute a vitally important subject that needs more research by experts in the histories of indigenous peoples. The focus of my own book is different, but I devote two sections to indigenous ways of death. I emphasise in my Introduction that ‘the Aboriginal culture of death over forty thousand years and more was as rich and complex as the Europeans’. I point readers to a substantial scholarship by anthropologists such as A.P. Elkin and Ronald and Catherine Berndt, in a complex field of study complementary to my own; their research required them to live amongst particular Aboriginal groups in the bush for long periods. The reviewer’s claim that ‘Jalland does not follow recent historians in discovering that white Australia has a black past’ is incorrect. In the second section, relating to indigenous peoples, and entitled ‘Aboriginal deaths on the frontier: “The great Australian silence”‘, I refer to the conclusions of historians such as Henry Reynolds and Lyndall Ryan on frontier conflict. No reader can fail to understand my position: ‘The heroic bush and pioneer legends combined with selective memories to erase the death and dispossession of the Aboriginal people from many Australian history books, with denial or trivialisation of the extent of their slaughter.’ I trust that readers will not be misdirected by the ABR review and will evaluate this pioneering book on its actual merits. Pat Jalland, Canberra, ACT Christopher Heathcote replies to Daniel Thomas Dear Editor, Daniel Thomas is not pleased with the essay I have added to the new edition of Australian Painting 1788–2000 (ABR, April 2002). Having loudly complained that, amidst other recent stylistic movements, my contribution considers graffiti, which he suggests is just not worthy of treatment as serious art, he advises your readers not to buy the book. Am I surprised? No. Daniel dismissed the project before I had written a word. My memory immediately jumps back to March 2001 and a small dinner in a Melbourne restaurant given for Daniel and the art dealer Joseph Brown, which was attended by several gallery directors, curators and art-scene folk. Late in the evening, Daniel asked me what I was currently working on. I explained that I was researching a new section for an updated edition of Australian Painting. The others around the table were enthusiastic, but Daniel, with a weary tone of voice, said that he thought the book should cease to be published altogether, and told me that my energies would be better spent on other works. I find it hard to fathom why Daniel agreed to review the book, given that he had so clearly prejudged it. If literary criticism was like the legal profession, I would have grounds here to have a mistrial declared and his judgment overturned. But authors have no right of appeal if their work is unfairly convicted by a most partisan adjudicator. Christopher Heathcote, Keilor Plains, Vic. Pearls before swine Dear Editor, Mary Eagle’s review article ‘Binary Love’ (ABR, April 2002) dismisses Traudi Allen’s study of contemporary art, Cross-currents in Contemporary Australian Art, despite the fact that it includes a very good chapter entitled ‘Portraits in Prayer: Eastern Philosophies in Australian Art’ and an illuminating discussion of the art of Godfrey Miller and of Yvonne Audette. Eagle, in her review, ignores Allen’s discussion of the metaphysical depth of the art of such artists as Geoffrey Goldie and Domenico de Clario, whose performance Seven-ness Sub-Lunar (1995) demonstrated how, ‘in Hindu and Buddhist understanding, the pointless, repetitive life is transformed by yogic techniques, including meditation on the charkas, to become one lived rather as a spiral, in which modifications in behaviour move the soul forward’ (Cross-currents, p. 143). Eagle’s review is an example of the type of criticism that caused Harold Stewart to leave Australia, and Anne Dangar, discussing Australia in a letter to Grace Crowley, to state: ‘any natural refinement or artistic behaviour is casting pearls before swine.’ Michael Denholm, Hobart, Tas. Limericks in the parlour Dear Editor, The limerick is sometimes said to be the English language’s one original contribution to poetic form. That its name is taken from a city in Ireland is significant in itself; it’s possible that the limerick may even be an Irish elaboration of a medieval French form. Which may be why Gary Simes (ABR, May 2002) traces it to ‘Sumer is y-cumen in’, though this seems no more than a prosodic coincidence. His assertion that ‘we do not know why the limerick is so called’ needs to be debated, too. Limerick is the anglicised rendition of the Gaelic Irish Luimneach, meaning ‘a bare patch of ground’, in the sense both of the open land by the Shannon River and also any vulnerable or unprotected piece of countryside. The city always needed men who could defend it, and its fortress in the late Middle Ages was about the largest in Ireland. Irish soldiers fighting in the interminable French wars of religion returned to their homeland with this poetic word trick buzzing in their heads. It became a party game in the houses of pre-Union Ireland. Each person would take a turn making up a verse about someone else in the room, responding to the chorus invitation: ‘Who will come up to Limerick?’ Whether these were in French, Irish, English or a mixture of all three, we will never know, since the first printed inventions came slowly. As Simes rightly says, the person who helped turn the limerick into an international pursuit was Edward Lear. Lear’s poems reside, though, in the parlour of Victorian respectability. A further definition of the limerick became something like: the respectable ones aren’t good and the good ones aren’t respectable. Certainly, by the end of the nineteenth century, its reputation for indecency was well-established. Limerick City, with its reputation for being the most pious and hypocritical in all Ireland, must look askance at its association with an infamously satiric and bawdy versicle. Philip Harvey, Macleod, Vic.

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