‘Portholes in ya coffin’

A coming-of-age chronicle by Geoff Goodfellow
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December 2020, no. 427
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Out of Copley Street: A working-class boyhood by Geoff Goodfellow

Wakefield Press, $24.95 pb, 158 pp

‘Portholes in ya coffin’

A coming-of-age chronicle by Geoff Goodfellow
by
December 2020, no. 427

Geoff Goodfellow is best known as a poet. Out of Copley Street, his first non-verse publication, chronicles his working-class coming of age in Adelaide’s inner-northern suburbs during the 1950s and 1960s.

The book is structured as a series of vignettes from Goodfellow’s childhood and young manhood. Many of the stories are about the author as a prepubescent lad with a fondness for cigarettes and storytelling. The reader learns about Goodfellow’s family life, the warmth of which is overshadowed by his father’s alcoholism and frequent visits to a ‘madhouse ward’.

The author describes his early job selling pies and pasties in local hotels, and his later stints in a number of butcher’s shops. Out of Copley Street concludes with a tribute to the author’s decades-long passion for boxing. Goodfellow’s father was a boxer, though the author explains that his own passion is just as linked to the preternatural power of the equipment. As he wryly notes: ‘Funny thing about boxing gloves once people see them, they invariably want to pick them up and pull them on. Then they want to start punching.’

The book’s key strength is its emotional restraint. Goodfellow relays grim and possibly painful memories with nary a skerrick of judgement, self-pity, or melodrama. He demonstrates a devastating knack for bringing to life the minutiae of a bygone era: the social mores and conventions, the sights, the conversations. Consider dialogue such as: ‘Listen Bluey, you’ll want portholes in ya coffin.’ These passages crackle with the sound of retro Australiana.

At 158 pages, Out of Copley Street is compact, perhaps too much so. Goodfellow’s life in the period between the 1960s and now is quickly surveyed via a reference to the author’s passion for boxing. What happened during those decades? How did Goodfellow become the writer he is today? This reader wanted to learn more about Goodfellow’s relatives, especially his father. These characters spring to life, vivid and believable, only to vanish just as quickly.

It’s to be hoped that Goodfellow will gift us with further prose explorations of his past and present. He is a fine wordsmith, one whose talents lie within and outside the realm of the poetic.

Jay Daniel Thompson reviews 'Out of Copley Street: A working-class boyhood' by Geoff Goodfellow

Out of Copley Street: A working-class boyhood

by Geoff Goodfellow

Wakefield Press, $24.95 pb, 158 pp

Buy this book

Comments (3)

  • As a long-time admirer of Goodfellow's poetry, I tremendously enjoyed this collection of non-fiction short stories. I too am hopeful of a follow-up volume - as I have no doubt the author has (many) more tales to tell of a life well lived.
    Posted by Daniel Howard
    05 December 2020
  • Great review, terrific book.
    Posted by Allison Norgrove
    03 December 2020
  • I love your recognition of Geoff Goodfellow's fine talent 'for bringing to life the minutiae of a bygone era'. For me this is reminiscent of South Australia's late author and printmaker Barbara Hanrahan's equally skilled use of the' micro vision' to activate people, places, and objects firmly into our fantasies and realities. Thus, both authors elevate the ordinariness of past inner-city life in Adelaide to the symbolic realm.
    Posted by Judith Thomas
    02 December 2020

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