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Old man yells at cloud

Christos Tsiolkas turns to autofiction
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November 2021, no. 437

7½ by Christos Tsiolkas

Allen & Unwin, $32.99 pb, 342 pp

Old man yells at cloud

Christos Tsiolkas turns to autofiction
by
November 2021, no. 437
Christos Tsiolkas (photograph by Zoe Ali/Allen & Unwin)

On page 20 of my advance copy of , I insert a line in the margin: ‘Starting to sound like Sōseki’s Kusamakura here’. I had met the author of the passage – a man named Christos Tsiolkas – at the Sydney Writers’ Festival in May, sidling up to the Clare Hotel breakfast bar at an enviably early hour each morning to enjoy fruit and festival conversation. As my pen hovers, I wonder how that gregarious and personable figure squares with the bittersweet register of this novel.

September 25. I skip ahead to the book’s finale and there, at page 339, is an explicit reference to Kusamakura. A short while later, Natsume Sōseki rears his head again: ‘Isn’t it from such questioning and interpretation that stories begin? If I am not going to begin with Morality or Politics or Race or Class or Gender or Sexuality, if I am going to resist the authority of Purpose, then how should I begin?’ Those three ‘begins’ might alert the reader: the conundrum of how to start (‘the number three is auspicious [...] Three is also possibility and risk’) is something never entirely resolves.

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