Helen Garner's radical gift is the shock of plain-speaking
- Written by Edwina Preston, PhD Candidate, The University of Melbourne
Most readers of Helen Garner will be able to pinpoint a first personal encounter with her work: a book, or even a sentence, that cut through like sharp light; a local landmark suddenly immortalised on the page; an unsayable bodily experience transformed into the unabashedly said.
Reading Garner, it’s as though doors and windows have been flung open and there, over the cups and dishes and fruit bowls, is the stuff of life – frankly, tenderly, impeccably revealed. Garner’s clarity is such that it almost aches.
Review: Writers on Writers – Sean O’Beirne on Helen Garner – Sean O'Beirne (Black Inc. in association with the University of Melbourne and the State Library Victoria)
My first encounter came in Christmas 1984, when an aunt gave me a slender novel called The Children’s Bach[1]. Chosen probably on account of its brevity – I’d just turned 14 – this tensile little book was, for me, bewildering in its adult complexity, disorienting in its fragmentary narrative style, indecipherable if I applied the principles of storytelling I was accustomed to. It refused to fill me in, to explain itself, to tell me. It was an initiation of sorts: my first foray into the exciting work that goes with adult literary reading.
Personal confession and concealment
Sean O’Beirne is the same age as me and has followed the “phases” of Garner – my word, not his – much as I have. In his book-length essay on Garner, he doesn’t organise her works into phases, so much as entwine them into a single unfurling ribbon of the self: in different permutations, across time and intents and, of course, books.
Every phase, every work, gets attention. There is the “close to self I” of Nora in Monkey Grip[2]; the “Not-I” of her early and mid-career fiction (The Children’s Bach, Postcards from Surfers[3], Honour and Other People’s Children[4], Cosmo Cosmolino[5]); and the “collective I” of her later non-fiction – which he explains as a sort of personal “I” nested within society.
In puzzling these selves in Garner, O’Beirne examines the impulse towards self in his own work. What results is an essay that examines personal confession and concealment in his own writing as scrupulously as it traces these in Garner’s.
His tendency to “hide” is partially explained in the spare details he gives of his traditional Australian boyhood in outer-suburban Melbourne where, in order to survive, an impersonation of “manhood” was crucial. You couldn’t be a soft-thinking, sports-averse, self-doubting “boy” who didn’t even know how to have an orgasm. You had to be pretend that you were part of a “bunch of blokes”, swiftly disguising any weakness if it threatened to spill over into the performance. O'Beirne’s habit of disguise is a habit of self-preservation, and Garner thrilled him by showing that being imprisoned in the ashamed not-quite-right self might be a blessing; that “it was contradictorily interesting and delicious and bad and lonely to be so steeped in, waterlogged with the problem of me”.
But, as he is first to admit, the “real man” behind the essayist does not fully materialise here. O’Beirne remains conceptual, not visceral – he wonders why he feels comfortable giving such bodily experiences as a first sexual encounter to a character, but retreats from owning it on the page as himself. He may, like Garner, be prepared to wriggle on the end of his own hook, but he retreats where Garner boldly goes forth.
In elucidating his ideas, O’Beirne employs an idiosyncratic prose style that determinedly avoids the administrative, structural, institutional literary – the world of “Them”, which, he says, Garner also eschews. Often this enables him to say things for which there are no existing words, or no sufficiently illuminating words.
Sometimes, though, in preserving his prose from the already-said, O’Beirne’s choices confound rather than illuminate. His tendency to noun phrases (“my not-as-socially-approved awareness”, “a starting amount of more open confession”, “a trying to be with someone else”) occasionally ruptured my sense of being a co-traveller on his thought journey. Similarly, his choice of the Australian vernacular (“bloke” and “I reckon”) made aesthetic or even ideological sense but nevertheless grated.
When they work, however, his hyphenated compounds, rammed together like a string of mismatched train carriages, led me on new journeys, or even jumped the rails entirely and deposited me in completely fresh territory. Sometimes I couldn’t go there with him, but I was elated when I could.
Read more: Remembering Janet Malcolm: her intellectual courage shaped journalism, biographies and Helen Garner[13]
Primal shock
“I will not hide” is Garner’s gift, O’Beirne says. It remains a radical gift, even in the face of other recent acts of radical literary self-revelation – in the work, for instance, of Maggie Nelson and Sheila Heti, which O’Beirne cites. Yet, for any shock value in Heti’s Motherhood[14] or Nelson’s bone-crackingly good The Argonauts[15], the primal, bodily shock of Garner (a forgotten tampon, a slow fuck, a shit sucked back up into the body) has always been the shock of plain-speaking, not of sensation or transgression.
O’Beirne doesn’t seek transgression either: just honesty and bravery, the things he admires in his subject. He wants to be like Garner; he cannot be like Garner; the best he can do is be O’Beirne. Ultimately – for me and for him – that’s enough. In this essay, O’Beirne’s honesty may not be of Garner’s register, but it’s honesty all the same.
References
- ^ The Children’s Bach (www.textpublishing.com.au)
- ^ Monkey Grip (www.textpublishing.com.au)
- ^ Postcards from Surfers (www.goodreads.com)
- ^ Honour and Other People’s Children (www.textpublishing.com.au)
- ^ Cosmo Cosmolino (www.textpublishing.com.au)
- ^ a series (www.blackincbooks.com.au)
- ^ Shirley Hazzard (theconversation.com)
- ^ David Malouf (theconversation.com)
- ^ Christos Tsiolkas (theconversation.com)
- ^ Michelle De Kretser (theconversation.com)
- ^ A new literary portrait of Helen Garner leaves you wanting to know more (theconversation.com)
- ^ A Couple of Things Before the End (www.blackincbooks.com.au)
- ^ Remembering Janet Malcolm: her intellectual courage shaped journalism, biographies and Helen Garner (theconversation.com)
- ^ Motherhood (www.penguin.co.uk)
- ^ The Argonauts (www.textpublishing.com.au)
