Cindy Solonec’s Debesa is one of those curious hybrid biography-memoirs that are appearing on the scene. Its subtitle describes it as The story of Frank and Katie Rodriguez, implying biography, but in fact, Frank and Katie are Solonec’s parents and so the book also incorporates some of her own story as part of the family. I’ll return to this later, but will start with the main content, the biography.
Debesa spans four generations of the family, starting in the 1880s with Solonec’s maternal great-grandparents, but it centres, as the Media Release says, “on the unlikely partnership of Cindy’s parents: Frank Rodriguez, once a Benedictine novice monk from Spain, and Katie Fraser, who had been a novitiate in a very different sort of abbey – a convent for ‘black’ women at Beagle Bay Mission” north of Broome. The Release also explains that Debesa is a rewriting of Solonec’s 2016 PhD thesis which “explored a social history in the West Kimberley based on the way her parents and extended family lived during the mid-1900s”. What Solonec does in the book, then, is to turn her thesis into a readable history and a family memoir, a combination that is becoming an increasingly acceptable approach to historical writing.
I was keen to read Debesa for a few reasons, not least being that I’ve been to the Kimberleys (east and west) and am intrigued by this beautiful region and its complicated history. I grew up being aware of its pastoral history, particularly regarding the Durack family and the Ord River Irrigation Scheme, and I came to understand some of its colonial past when I saw such “sights” as the Boab Prison tree in Derby during my visits there. As Solonec’s family story is contemporaneous with the mid-twentieth century Duracks and the Ord River scheme, it was enlightening to see this world from a smaller and more marginalised perspective. I say “smaller” because Frank and Katie’s property, the titular Debesa, was a small pastoral holding, and “marginalised” because Katie’s “mixed descent” Indigenous (Nigena) background meant the family was always on the outer.
Solonec sets the scene in her Introduction by providing a brief history of the Kimberley’s colonial history, one founded on “the ideology that everyone must live like white people. Speak their language. Adapt to the ways. And marry lighter skinned people …”. It’s the same story that we’ve read before – people dispossessed, country spoiled, and children stolen. In her early chapters, Solonec documents the family’s story from the time of her maternal great-grandparents, Indian immigrant Jimmy Casim/Nygumi and his Nigena wife, Muninga. Their daughter, Solonec’s grandmother Jira, was born in 1900 and stolen with her cousin in 1909. Designated as orphans and renamed Phillipena and Francesca, they were taken to Beagle Bay Mission, leaving their mothers distraught.
Alongside the stealing of children was the stealing of the land:
On stations along Mardoowarra [lower Fitzroy River], land was fundamental to Nigena existence. They knew every part of that country intimately. Their neighbours and the broader Australian post people’s concept of ‘country’, their religious attachment, their awareness of food sources, was inherent to their way of life. They knew the call, cry, track of every living creature. Everything that breathed, every hill, every creek, crevice and outcrop and night sky with its myriad of galaxies, they knew by name. The seasons dictated their movements and their care for country within pliable boundaries. No-one ever got lost.
But, the Nigena had to watch, Solonec writes, as their land was taken for pastoralism and their sacred sites destroyed and/or renamed. Her extended family, “like refugees in their own country, lived in bush camps near the homesteads” and the women were preyed upon by “lecherous, irresponsible guide menfolk”. There is nothing new here, but Solonec puts flesh on the bone by telling it through the prism of her own family.
In chapter 3, we meet Solonec’s parents, Frank, who migrated from Galicia, Spain, in 1937, and Katie, whose parents were the stolen Phillipena and Fulgentious, a Nigena man with a white stockman father. Together they forge a life, drawing on their deep and shared commitment to Catholicism. They take work where and when they can, Frank as a trusted builder and Katie a respected cook and station-worker. They raise and educate their four children, acquire their own land, and slowly build a home and establish a small pastoral business, Debesa. Theirs was a partnership in every sense of the word. Solonec makes the interesting observation that Aboriginal cultures and European peasant cultures, from which Frank had come, have much in common, including a “strong sense of kin”. And, of course, Frank as a non-English migrant, had his own experience of bigotry and prejudice.
Biography? Memoir?
There’s excellent historical research here about life in the Kimberley, with illuminating “short histories” of subjects like mustering and wage disparity, and discussion of issues like the divisive and destructive “exemptions” from the Native Administration Act. (Tony Birch addresses similar exemptions in his novel, The white girl.)
To write this book, academic Solonec drew, rightly, on a large body of secondary sources and other life-writing about the region – all of which is documented in the thorough bibliography at the end – but she also had her father’s diaries, which provided the book’s “chronological framework”, and the stories of her mother and extended family passed on through oral tradition. She writes that, fortunately:
Aboriginal peoples still uphold past events through oral histories … I was excited to find that their stories were not that hard to cross reference with the literature. Their memory vaults with stories that have been handed down served them well, confirming the reliability of Indigenous intelligence.
(I suspect she means “intelligence” in both meanings here.)
As I opened this post, though, the book is a curious mix. The first half reads like a traditional biography while the second half slips more into memoir. This is heralded in the Introduction where Solonec describes her aim as
wanting to leave a documented account for posterity about the way marginalised peoples lived in the Mardoowarra (Fitzroy River) region during the middle of the twentieth century. A social history as experienced by my families. I wanted to leave an account of ordinary people’s everyday lives that would not otherwise be recorded. An account based on my parents’ joint biography.
This is perfectly valid, and she achieves what she set out to do. Her approach does, however, raise some questions, particularly towards the end, where there’s a risk of the subjective blurring the objective, making the truth potentially hard to discern. Solonec is justly proud of her parents’ achievements, and certainly they had much to contend with, but there’s a sense that all the problems they had were external, which seems unrealistic. I don’t believe, however, that this invalidates the critical historical truths contained here. In fact, the warmth of the story makes Debesa an approachable history which, given the significance of its subject, is a good thing.
Lisa also reviewed this book, engendering some good discussion.
Cindy Solonec
Debesa: The story of Frank and Katie Rodriguez
Broome: Magabala Books, 2021
264pp.
ISBN: 9781925936001
(Review copy courtesy Magabala Books)
Daisy Bates makes a similar point, about the Catholic Irish peasantry and the similarities she found with the Aboriginal way of life. In fact, she worked at Beagle Bay mission for a while, at the beginning of the century.
As for memoir/autobiography I think fashions come and go and at the moment it is the fashion for the writer to insert themself into the text.
Haha Bill — I knew you would mention Daisy Bates, and I nearly mentioned her myself, just for you because I think she would have been there when, very near but just a few years before Solonec’s grandmother. But, Solonec doesn’t mention Bates, and Bates isn’t included in the bibliography.
As for fashions, yes, I agree. In this case, though, I think it’s a very specific version of it in academic history writing, where traditional history is being combined with genealogical history. This is a bit different to some of the works I’ve read like Gabrielle Carey’s Moving among strangers or Only happiness here. I’d love our Resident Judge to comment on this!
Thanks for the mention, Sue.
I have to confess that although there were aspects of this book that I admired, and I hope I conveyed that in my review, my recollection of it now some six months after reading it, is an impression of the author’s bitterness.
That’s interesting Lisa … I wonder what my memory will be down the track. There is clearly bitterness about the loss of Debesa but will that be my defining memory? Time will tell, eh?
I couldn’t find my copy of True north to see if it is mentioned there. I do remember a bit about Mary Durack’s husband but not whether this initiative was discussed.
This sounds fascinating and probably a good way to approach the material (although in general I get a bit fed up with the insertion of the author and their life into everything these days, you can’t read a nature book at the moment without having some kind of family trauma in there and sometimes you just want a straight nature or history book!) in this case.
Haha, Liz, I take your point. I tend to quite like the insertion of the author, but I probably haven’t had a surfeit of it which it sounds like you have. Also, most of the ones I’ve read – H is for hawk, notwithstanding – are not trauma based so much as the author taking us on their journey or discovery with them. Also, I don’t think most of the ones I’ve read have been nature ones, which I guess lend themselves to the trauma healing aspect!
Great review – and blessings untold upon Magabala Books!
Thanks Jim … and yes, agree. They are a great publisher.
Magabala Books continue to put out insightful Australian historical literature and I continue to promote their publications on my website. Thank you for your review.
Thanks literacee. I agree that they do. A vibrant publisher with a wonderful range of books.