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Joy is my discipline

Life and its contingencies
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November 2022, no. 448

Nothing Bad Ever Happens Here by Heather Rose

Allen & Unwin, $32.99 pb, 256 pp

Joy is my discipline

Life and its contingencies
by
November 2022, no. 448

The Tasmanian childhood recounted by Heather Rose sounds idyllic, to the point of being suspect, a too-perfect vision of wholesome family life. ‘We do not own a television. Books and games, music and friends, the radio and the outdoors are our entertainment,’ she writes. In this paradise of neighbourly trust, ‘no-one locks their doors. We are welcome in everyone’s houses.’ Rose remembers her mother as a domestic goddess: ‘Along with a career, four children and a husband, she bakes and cooks, sews, preserves, sings, embroiders, gardens, arranges flowers, decorates cakes, and makes kayaks and pottery’, while also contriving to be ‘slender, elegant’, and beautiful. At this point, you might wonder if the title – Nothing Bad Ever Happens Here – is not, as you first assumed, meant to be ironic. But how long can this flawless, nostalgic reverie be sustained?

The answer is, not very long. The inevitable ‘Bad Thing’ arrives when Rose’s older brother Byron drowns along with her grandfather in a boating accident near their holiday house at Saltwater River in south-east Tasmania. Byron is fifteen; Rose is twelve. This is the end of the idyllic family. It precipitates the breakdown of her parents’ marriage as well as an enduring, painful rift between Rose and her mother.

In her acclaimed novel The Museum of Modern Love (2018), Rose quotes the legendary acting teacher Stella Adler: ‘Life beats down and crushes the soul, and art reminds you that you have one.’ Byron’s death, this crushing blow delivered by fate, offers a key to the prevalence of loss and grief in Rose’s fiction.

Rose does write about her eventual discovery of art, but the book focuses heavily on the contours of her eccentric spiritual journey, first as a young woman still traumatised by loss, and later as a mother searching for meaning, apparently summoned by mystic forces beyond her conscious understanding.

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