If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori*. [Wilfred Owen]
The Old Lie is a war story, framed by Wilfred Owen’s famous poem, of Australian soldiers, Indigenous Australian soldiers it turns out, part of a larger force fighting in the mud and ruined habitations of distant lands. Strange territory for Western Australian Wirlomin/Noongar woman Claire Coleman, but as we are learning, she is full of surprises.
Corporal Shane Daniels was lost, the grey uniformity of the sky and dirt, the rain, the muck, had rendered the flat, bomb-wracked plain featureless … Tangled barbed wire was a constant obstacle, tangling, tearing , hidden, trampled into the soupy mud …
A familiar opening for Australian war stories for a hundred years now. But in Coleman’s sure hands it becomes something else, becomes more. Yes, the treatment the protagonists, best friends Daniels in the infantry and fighter pilot Romeo endure bear out the justifiable bitterness of Wilfred Owen’s poem. But the story is also a metaphor for Aboriginal dispossession; for White settlement on Aboriginal lands; for Australia’s lickspittle subservience to Empire which led to the Maralinga atom bomb tests on Aboriginal-occupied desert land; for the stolen generations – the seizing and selling into institutional slavery of mixed race children; for the imprisonment of refugees.
No, I won’t discuss how the metaphor works, though that would be a pleasure with others who had read the book. And I won’t discuss this as a genre novel, which I could, and which I think Coleman does well. The Old Lie is clearly presented as literary fiction and that therefore is how it must be judged.
The underlying story is that Daniels and Romeo fill out the old trope of brave, anti-authority soldiers; fight their way out of impossibly tight situations; Daniels has family back home, Romeo finds a (saccharine) love interest. In another part of the war zone, a young man and a girl separately escape slavery and join forces with a foreign monk; find themselves herded in with refugees from the various fields of conflict; do their best to head for a near-forgotten home. William, a medic, wakes up in prison; is forced to assist his captors in their experiments. A strange illness follows the bombing of a remote city.
Unlike fellow Wirlomin/Noongar writer Kim Scott [and I assume there is a connection. The Coleman boys married Fanny/Benang’s daughters (here)] Claire Coleman is not particularly literary, but she is a great story teller. And she uses her stories to emphasize Aboriginal themes, in this case, particularly connection to country.
The red scrub, it didn’t even reach her knees, the red sand, that was home. She could feel it, hear the voices of her ancestors. Maybe it was Walker’s lessons … maybe it was her proximity to death, but she felt more in contact with her people, with her Country, than she had ever felt in her life. [Or ..]
He waited to die, he could not breathe, he smiled, he waited to die. His soul, what was left of it, would escape his body and return to his Country. There he would join his old people. His wife and kids would be there one day too.
The Old Lie is an old-fashioned adventure story, but also a story with a purpose, with an underlying theme. On the basis of her two novels I think it is fair to say there is always more to Claire Coleman than first meets the eye.
This is a very short review but Coleman’s story telling depends for its oomph on the reader coming upon the elements of the story in the order which the author presents them and saying more would put that at risk. Yes I liked it and I would recommend that everyone read it and discuss the issues it raises.
It ends without a resolution. Perhaps Coleman is planning a series.
Claire G Coleman, The Old Lie, Hachette, Sydney, 2019
see also: Terra Nullius (my review)
*It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country, Horace (Ode III.2.13)
17 thoughts on “The Old Lie, Claire G Coleman”
You may not have given anything away Bill but you’ve said enough to make me curious. Question – you’ve tagged it with ‘science fiction’ – is it?
Maybe that is just how I read it. It has elements similar to Terra Nullius, but as I said, Coleman depends on a series of unfolding surprises. You and I have discussed previously the mainstreaming of sf in contemporary Oz Lit and this novel is certainly part of that movement.
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I’m glad you’ve reviewed this; I’m not sure about it. I hovered over it when I was in the bookshop last weekend, and then decided to wait till I see it at the library.
Yeah, the only thing that’s not so good about retirement is that I can’t spend as much money on books as I used to. But I bought Favel Parrett’s new book anyway!
To be honest, I’m not sure you’d like it, though I think you’d find the metaphorical aspect of it interesting. I mostly keep working so I can go out to dinner. I never bought many new books until I started blogging.
A Review of Parrett’s There was Still Love has just popped up in my email feed from ABR. Unfortunately as a no-longer subscriber I can’t read it.
I’ve just realised that I didn’t add this to my First Nations Reading List. Will do that now, and also add your latest!
I’m just not keeping up, which is good because it means there’s lots of reading of #IndigLit going on…
Thanks. I’m not even close to keeping up.
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Me too, I stopped subscribing to the ABR because they hardly ever reviewed Australian fiction…
Adventure stories are so much fun, though I don’t think I’ve read one that is actually realistic. Books like the Barsoom series by Edgar Rice Burroughs comes to mind — chock full of adventure but not actually saying much about society.
I don’t mind adventure in SF, though I generally avoid war books and all the special services he-man stuff, and I don’t like killing in any genre. It’s a long time since I read ERB. I have a couple at home in my bedroom SF bookcase full of paperbacks I’ve bought secondhand over the last 50 years. SF is always interesting on reflection for what it says about society’s preoccupations at the time of writing.
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I saw it in the bookshop today, but I have so many books to read at present that I left it there. I would like to read it however. I’m glad you liked it.
I don’t think it will have the impact that Terra Nullius did. But it is a very good second novel and well worth reading.
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