The plot was almost non-existent. Ellie thought of the Japanese photographer, Hiroshi Sugimoto, who photographed movies inside the cinema. If you're going to have multiple point of views form different characters, then they have to at least sound a little different. The plot was almost non-existent. The riches and richness of this book were almost too much to bear.
You become totally immersed in the interior monologues of the four different characters, holding their thoughts in your own head, like a simultaneous refrain, and waiting for the moments of shared experience, whether physical or mental, between them. I do still tend to start with an image, not a character. An unfolding thing, shutters, a sequence of sorts. Get instant access to over 50,000 essays. Each yearning for someone or something they have lost. This character, for me, is the compassionate heart of the book, and the thread I felt most grateful to find on the page. By nightfall, when Sydney is drenched in a summer rainstorm, each life will have been transformed by the events of this day.
We'd packed up the students at Detention River and took the buses to Boat Harbour Beach for a swim, lunch and culminating in a return to school by three — a laid back day to wind down after the frenetic activity of the previous two. Unlike the language, which is not dilute but rich and syrupy. It is perhaps not surprising that Jones chose to explore Sydney through foreign eyes. Death comes to claim us all, it seems to say, so enjoy the transient glory of life while you can. The burning of books in this context is a method of oppression which the reader may be familiar with through knowledge of censorship.
Their memories stretch back into their various pasts. If you are the publisher or author of this book and feel that the reviews shown do not properly reflect the range of media opinion now available, please with the mainstream media reviews that you would like to see added. In Five Bells the voice is more colloquial, but the prose shimmers with as much descriptive power as we have come to expect from this unique writer. Fiona McGregor is a Sydney-based writer. Perhaps it was also age creeping up on me, but the surety I had prided myself on slowly started to dissipate from that event on, gathering momentum markedly in my last few years. I could go on about all the characters and their portrayal, but there is so much to discover in this book. Jones said she was keen to make sure he had some form of progression, some change throughout the day.
The reader feels their ache — the damage in their separate lives, and the desire to go back to something that was powerful for both of them. The stuff it talks about on the blurb doesn't happen until the last ten pages, but it's not like they had anything else to put on the blurb because nothing else happens in the book. Circular Quay: she loved even the sound of it. Something with no purpose other than to declare that the beautiful exists and will not last. The book is not trying to shake up your views of the world. I need to rectify that, I think. I'd done so many without major incident, would my luck continue to hold.
It looked stamped against the sky, as if nothing could remove it. There is just something about it, it is so vast and hopeful, not closed and low like the Northern Hemisphere, and Ms Jones totally nailed that portrayal in this book. Now having read the poem after finishing this book, I note the similarity of mood, symbolism and sentiment. About the Author, Gail Jones lives in Sydney and teaches at the University of Western Sydney. This deceptively slim book packs a wallop in terms of characterization, plot and literary vision.
Then there is Catherine, from Dublin, who is embarking on a new life in Australia after the death of her beloved brother in a car accident. And so it went by, the cosy lassitude of a hospital afternoon, washed in reminiscence and a snowy story from Russia. Ellie marvelled that it had ever been created at all, so singular a building, so potentially faddish, or odd. Four people travel in and around the Quay, unbeknownst to each other, their stories are intersecting. This somewhat hopefully discerning scribe couldn't find a false note in this engrossing read and was sorry he had waited so long to get to it on his bedside pile. James is the character who suffers the most in this book, a few sad losses have tarnished him and he is basically barely holding on, living a kind of self fulfilling prophecy of one of his favourite paintings. On a radiant day in Sydney, four people converge on Circular Quay, site of the iconic Opera House and the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Of all four characters, it is Xing who knows the city most intimately. Ellie and James, once teenage lovers are meeting for the first time in years and separately reminisce about their past together and their lives since. Her self-reliance, friendliness and kindness belies her tortured past. The fan of its chambers leant together, inclining to the water. Before she saw the bowl of bright water, swelling like something sexual, before she saw the blue, unprecedented, and the clear sky sloping upwards, she knew from the lilted words it would be a circle like no other, the key to a new world. Jones resists any literal interpretations.