A Bunch of Ratbags, William Dick

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One of the joys of watching Romper Stomper (Russell Crowe’s first movie), is the locations, around (Melbourne inner suburb) Footscray and particularly the freight rail line that crosses the Maribyrnong River and disappears under Bunbury St by the old Brown & Mitchell Transport depot to come out past Footscray station.

Footscray is a suburb of industry and workers cottages, of football team the doggies and of the big tech now Victoria University of Technology. Over the years I’ve delivered livestock from Newmarket to its various (long-gone) abattoirs, driven backwards and forwards through it when Footscray Road was Melbourne’s main transport hub, had jobs there, walked and eaten and banked there, way back then and more recently during all the years it was son Lou’s home base.

So I was looking forward to this 1965 novel of bodgies and widgies in Melbourne’s western suburbs, a working class bildungsroman, by an author for whom this was lived experience. William Dick (1937- ) grew up in Footscray in real poverty but worked his way out through a trade apprenticeship and a gradually developing career as a writer. By 1985 when this edition was published he had written two more novels and been to Stanford on a writing scholarship. I couldn’t find any more and a blogger I’ve linked to below who went to Footscray Tech in the 1960s concurs, but is able to identify many of the locations, including the protagonist’s (the author’s?) home.

By 1966 when our family moved (temporarily) to Melbourne, Bodgies (and Widgies, their female counterparts) had morphed into Rockers and the rival gangs were Sharpies, Mods and Stylists. Rockers followed Johnny O’Keefe, Mods Normie Rowe, and Stylists the Easybeats. Sharpies, I don’t know. They had short, short hair and wore wide tartan pants. They were rough. Working class kids who spent a fortune on clothes, on looking sharp, according to stories in the Sun. Dick spends a lot of time for a tough guy on descriptions of his clothes, and on the constant subtle changes of fashion. The Sharpies in his day, a decade earlier, were wannabe Bodgies but I think that by class and by attitude they ended up the real heirs of the Bodgies and the Rockers just got the hair and the music.

If an author says a book is a novel, then it’s a novel, and if it seems discontinuous then we look for connections. A Bunch of Ratbags reads as memoir, episodes in the life of, with the names, including the suburb, fictionalized to protect the innocent. The continuity is Terry Cooke growing from 8 to 18 and from petty thief to roughneck to good citizen.

And a warning: his attitude about violence to women is pretty blasé, though he redeems himself a little at the end, in his own eyes anyway, by stopping his mates gang raping a girl (though not till after they’ve bashed her).

The writing itself is disappointing, middlebrow, so that the slang when it’s used sounds false, almost parodic. The only similar book I know, Wild Cat Falling by Mudrooroo, sounds much more authentic. Dick writes like a journalist embedded in a gang, and feels the need to explain everything to us squares.

Cooke lives with his mother and father and younger sister in a falling down 3 BR single story weatherboard backing onto to the rail line. His father is variously a meat worker and an ironworker, doesn’t drink but gambles compulsively, a hoarder of things and animals – chooks, dogs, geese, lambs –  a tyrant in his own little kngdom, a wife beater and a child beater. Cooke hates him and loves him.

– I just had to accept it, that my father liked to belt me up once in a while and that was that. After all, we were only normal people, and if every kid in Goodway murdered his old man after he got belted up, then there would have been no men left in Goodway at all.

As a youngster Terry has a range of little money making schemes, collecting bottles for refunds at the footy, salvaging woodscraps from the rail trucks carting firewood, selling newspapers, stealing.

When he starts at Footscray Goodway Tech he realises he’ll need to join a gang for protection and gradually becomes a little stand-over merchant in his own right. It is typical that when he discovers girls at 13 or 14 his first instinct (and his second and third) is to share, to take her into the toilets and to invite two or three of his mates to follow – he says he only does this with girls who want to “give it away”.

And so he makes his way through school, mostly in with the dumb kids, though sometimes showing enough promise to be put in with kids actually learning stuff; concentrating on his mates, fighting, edging his way into the local Bodgie gang based around the Oasis milk bar (just think Happy Days). At the end of four years, so aged about 16, he leaves, starts at the meatworks on good money but is made to realise that long term he’ll be better off with a trade and so is apprenticed to a furniture maker, alongside some big guys in the Bodgies.

From there it’s vandalism, sex, crime, drinking, gang fights, run-ins with police … and clothes –

The bodgie style had changed from jeans and so on to the new uniform of everything Junior Navy in colour – pants, shirts and socks. Cardigans were still the re-bob style. We now wore one-button, full-drape patch-pocket sports coats, but only the very light colours such as off-white, oatmeal, light blue or powder blue, with black shoes, suede or leather.

He graduates to captain of his own section of the gang. Bill Haley explodes onto the screen and then live at Festival Hall. He begins to get the shakes, headaches and diahorrea. Gets a steady girl who doesn’t do it. Seeks treatment. And slowly gets older and makes his way out of the system.

No, I didn’t like it particularly. Of course I loved that it was (more or less) my time, my home turf, but as a novel it was just a list of events, some of them unintentionally distasteful, with no tension, cardboard cutout supporting characters and very little character development even for Terry.


William Dick, A Bunch of Ratbags, first pub. 1965, Penguin 1984. Adapted as a stage musical (here)

Review by Footscray boy, blogger Rob Manderson (here)



17 thoughts on “A Bunch of Ratbags, William Dick

  1. Well, maybe not one to chase up to read for myself, eh?
    I Googled him to see what else I could find without much luck: he’s at Goodreads, but his name brings up a swathe of other books which include a Manual of Vet Science and another one about Byron, which suggests that a bit of disambiguation is needed!


      • Sorry. In my haste to reply I misspoke. So when I wrote “identical with Wikipedia” I meant “identical with what Google brings up”, though as Lisa says, the Goodreads entry brings up works by a number of William Dicks.

        Actually that’s what I should have written, rather than what I meant – I really thought there was a Wikipedia entry, but apparently not. He’s a mysterious man.


    • I’m sure he was one of the good boys at High School but the book must be set close to his time. Big question: did he go to Festival Hall to see Bill Haley? I saw Bo Diddley there, but much later.


  2. I really enjoyed this review Bill – “though he redeems himself a little at the end, in his own eyes anyway” (haha!) and “If an author says a book is a novel, then it’s a novel” (love it). I also enjoyed your discussion of bodgies and widgies, and mods and sharpies. I knew the former, but “mods” were closer to my own adolescence/youth.

    BTW I note that Morris West calls it “a document”. Clearly he wasn’t sure either!


    • I’m glad you enjoyed it. Bodgies and sharpies were often in the Sun when I was growing up, and in my one school year in Melbourne, the 10% of kids who did that sort of stuff would line up with one or another of them, without there ever being any actual gangs around Blackburn that I knew of.


  3. Read this in 1970 when I was in Melbourne for a holiday. Found it in a shop somewhere and couldn’t remember what I did with the book. Would love to find another copy somewhere.


  4. I’m lucky enough to know Bill Dick (at least know him well enough to shake his hand and have a good chat). To my knowledge he is still alive (I last saw him during February of 2020). I knew him before I read his book. As far as I can comment the events of the book all happened to him. After writing the book he got out of ‘Goodway’ as a few of the people written about in the novel threatened to deck him. The book became a sensation and he earned a partial scholarship to the USA. Afterwards he wrote for TV for awhile.
    He was very proud of the adaptation of Ratbags musical (written by Peter Pinne and Don Battye). An interesting fact is that it was one of the very first (if not the first) Australian production to have a band ensemble providing the score.https://www.austlit.edu.au/austlit/page/C265827
    I loved the book, but perhaps I am biased because I feel very lucky to know Billy.


  5. My mother Marie Mills 1921 – 2014 knew Bill Dick and his wife Wendy in Camberwell, Victoria. I would like to reconnect with Bill nd Wendy if anyone know of their whereabouts. They appear to have left their home in Hartwell.
    Marie’s daughter, Christina Callinan


      • Hi Edna,
        I remember Foy & Gibsons Store especially the very large Santa Clause at the corner of the building at Christmas time.
        What department did you and Bill work in?
        Christina Callinan


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