Set in the satirically named town of Allbut, whose nearest large town is the equally satirically named Mainchance, Thea Astley’s An item from the late news is framed by the story of a man who comes to the town, fearful of “the atom bomb”, and wanting to live a quiet – sheltered, you might say – life.
Wafer is this man, and the story is narrated, from the perspective of ten years after the events, by townswoman Gabby. Introducing the story, she tells us that she was living at the coast when he arrived for “his sad little attempt at reclusion”, and goes on to say that
I reckon now, sprawled on my day-bed guilt, that … the town wasn’t really different from anyplace else except that its final actions become more redly horrible as I think about them.
This tells us much, that the story is not going to end well, that Gabby is implicated, and that Allbut is “anyplace”. It focuses our mind less on what’s going to happen, and more on how and why things go badly. This being Astley, the answers lie in small-mindedness, cowardice, brutality – and, in this story in particular, in greed. It is greed which provides the impetus for the denouement, but along the way, we see sexism, racism, and machismo running amok, all of which lay the groundwork for the behaviour that brings about the end.
Allbut is “anyplace”, one of hundreds of towns set in “landscape skinned to the bone”. It’s a “nothing” town, or, alternatively and ironically, “a clean and decent town”, “a caring town”. It has “all” the obvious things – people, farms, cemetery, pub, war memorial, police – “but” what you really need, kindness and generosity. Into this town comes the outsider, Wafer. Hippie-like in dress and behaviour, “he smiles at children, blacks, old gummy folk. He doesn’t count his change.” Indeed, Gabby tells us, he is “too friendly with the blacks. The town hates that.” He is too kind, too generous, but is also afraid. Having seen his father blown up before his eyes during the war, and having followed the Hiroshima attack, he has come to Allbut to build a bomb shelter.
Narrator Gabby, although of the town, is also an outsider, also a misfit. She has never quite fit with normal “squatting class” expectations, couldn’t be “the daughter of their Sunday social page dreams”. An artist by trade, she’d painted “the very heart of boredom”, albeit unrecognised by her buyers. After failed relationships, institutionalisation for a mental breakdown, and overseas travel, she returns to town, still bored and looking for love. She falls for Wafer, and starts painting again – well, drawing, anyhow. But, she tells us – ominously – “this whole horrible canvas will have the detail of a Brueghel and the alarm of Goya.”
Allbut is peopled with several characters: loner Moon with “the trigger-quick temper”, Sergeant Cropper, Councillor Brim, Smiler Colley and his teen daughter Emmeline, Headmaster Rider and son Timothy, the regularly mentioned but rarely seen (of course) Indigenous woman Rosie Wonga, and Doss (with “blonde hair set in jazz age waves”) and her man Stobo. Karen Lamb, in her Astley biography Inventing the weather, writes about Astley’s use of music: “A character’s mind might be full of classical music – to show an evolved intellect – but jazz was better to bring out a character’s exuberance and refusal to follow convention”. Doss, then, is one of the positive characters in the book, though she has little power to affect the outcome.
An item from the late news is a slim volume – at 200 pages in my edition – but through irony, foreshadowing, repetition, and evocative menace-laden language, Astley builds her story painstakingly but irrevocably to its conclusion. Sexual violence – first against shop dummies, then an assault on Emmeline – sets the stage, but it’s Wafer’s gemstone which captures the attention of the men in the town. It is then that the brutality really starts to build, and we know, even if we’d hoped before, that this really will not end well.
The novel is Astley’s 8th of 15, that is, it’s slap bang in the middle of her fictional oeuvre. By the time she wrote it, her broader themes were well established. These include concern about the Americanisation of Australian culture, the negative influence of television, rabid commercialisation and development (“Sunshine of the vanished sand … the high-blood pressure of the high rise”), poverty and social inequity, not to mention racism and sexism. She fears for the “nothingness” that she sees characterising people’s lives; she rails against what Wafer calls “this blinkered world”; and she exposes her ultimate truth that, as Wafer again says, “we all fail … we fail each other”.
You could also say, though, that there is a cliche at the heart of this story, that of the woman scorned, because although it’s the men of the town who are the most brutal, it’s Gabby who fails her big moment. However, she is such a complex creation that this is not how the novel reads. Instead, by having the damaged Gabby operating as both observer and actor in the events, Astley subtly subverts that trope – and encourages us to be generous.
It was in her review of An item from the late news, that Helen Garner described Astley’s writing as “heavy-handed, layered-on, inorganic, self-conscious, hectic and distracting” and wrote that “this kind of writing drives me beserk”. If you know the writing styles of these two writers, this will make sense, but I suspect Garner, who had a long relationship with Astley, came to appreciate her work. Certainly, the language could be seen as “heavy-handed, layered-on”, but I love its evocativeness and power, the richness of her allusions, the succinct yet poetic way in which Astley can convey an idea. Even the title conveys a punch. It’s thrilling to read.
An item from the late news is quintessential Astley. It offers an unflinching look into the heart of small-minded Australia, and finds much to disturb us. And that is the value of reading literature like this.
Read for ANZLL Thea Astley Week; Lisa also reviewed the book for her week.
Thea Astley
An item from the late news
Ringwood: Viking, 1999 (Orig. ed. 1982)
200pp.
ISBN: 978014069488
I love this novel. And I also love your review of it.
Thanks so much Carmel. I’m really glad I finally read it, as it’s been on my TBR for quite a long time! There was so much to say about it … but I decided to keep my review focused to the ideas I chose. You could write a whole post just on the language, the imagery, etc, couldn’t you.
You could write a whole review about the title
You could.
Thanks, Sue, this is a fitting end to TA Week (I don’t think I’m going to get Rainshadow finished in time), and I love the way we have both written about different aspects of the novel.
I hadn’t thought about the ‘woman scorned’ cliché … it’s an interesting device for Astley to have used.
Rainshadow is one I’ve read twice, and is one of my favourites, though I have several favourites!
The woman scorned thing came into my head this morning – after I finished the novel yesterday – and then I felt I had to say it. It’s interesting, because in a sense it’s in your face when you think about it, but it’s not what you feel is uppermost as you read it! It think it speaks to the fact that Astley is not simplistic about women and their behaviour.
This sounds like one of my favorite kinds of fiction, the perceptive and disturbing.
Mine too. Jeanne. You’d like this probably, then!
Can’t help but be totally distracted ( ! ) by Garner’s comments. They are very savage, and not so much a review as a sentence. But Garner is not a reviewer, after all; and imnsho there are at least as many talents required in reviewing as in being an author.
Oh, you are too easily distracted M-R. 😂 Fortunately, I think Garner’s conviction was quashed by most other readers!
Bloody virulent but.
I think both Garner and Astley were/are forces to be reckoned with M-R! I think they would have been a good match for each other though – I’d hate to be in the middle of a skirmish between them! (chuckle!)
I’m upset because I really love Garner’s writing; but I had no idea she could be like that about another writer.
Garner says what she thinks, M-R, even if it is uncomfortable. It has got her into trouble many times – but at least you know where you stand with her.
Fair enough, ST !! 🙂 – *I* can hardly disagree with that !
My lips are sealed 😉
I think they would too, Sue, and I read that Astley was much appreciated by younger writers because she was very supportive of them.
This sounds a positive review Sue – glad to hear Astley is still on form in this one! I don’t think she wrote a truly bad book did she?
No, I’m not sure that she really did.
My used copy arrived today from my favourite Ebay seller – I’ve only read the first nine pages and I’ve been laughing out loud since the first couple of paragraphs – Astley is on a roll with this one isn’t she? *chuckle* I just love it when Astley gets bitingly, delightfully scathingly angry like she is so far – I hope it continues this good! Yes it’s over the top but I do love it when she’s in this sort of mood! I just know the sort of town she is describing…
Me too Sue. I hope you continue to enjoy it. She did say in an interview, that there is a lot to like about small towns, but that doesn’t mean you can’t focus on their negatives either.
An Item from the Late News has been sitting on my desk since Lisa announced Thea Astley Week, but I didn’t get to it and back into the shelves it goes. Astley seems to often have an arty, outsider woman observing the action (though not in A Kindness Cup). I think I’ll have to read Inventing the Weather before I go on, because I don’t really understand how her concentration on Queensland country towns fits in with her biography. From visiting country rellos maybe?
She was born in Brisbane Bill and her first teaching job was in North Queensland…
But, good point about arty women.
Do read the bio. It is well written.
I know she was a Queenslander but I can’t see that she spent any time in those central Qld towns she writes about.
As well as teaching in Queensland, she went back to live in Queensland in the 1980s – up inland of Cairns. Several years there as I recollect. I’m too lazy to go into the cold part of the house to get the book!
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