Again, this looked like the lightest and most entertaining book on my TBR pile, and it turned out to be quite the surprise. Slap my wrist for doubting a local writer. Lucashenko’s novel is unabashedly the Northern Rivers made print, told by politicised and creative Bundjalung woman. There’s the quirky characters, dreaded and not; the references to BluesFest and the Writers’ Festival and Mardi Grass and Sangsurya; the evocation of the river at Bruns and Wollumbin and Mount Chincogan; the abundant queers (I love it when a dyke’s just called a dyke); the rain, the rainforest, the beach… Such a pleasure to read this place rendered with such smart-arsey love. The multifaceted examination of indigenous rights is smart-thinking and smartly plotted, the narrative trips along, the characters are human, the language vernacular and gritty, and the book an accessible, informed, good-timer. Well recommended.
*** I predict that some version of this will appear in the Terania Times.***
Where it came from: ED & LD’s bookshelf
Time and manner of reading: An evening of fireside reading
Where it went: Home
Reminds me of/that: ‘Light’ does not mean ‘fluffy’
Who I’d recommend it to: Readers after a good, powerful yarn, be they locals or curious about the locals
Also reading: Being Alive edited by Neil Astley; The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper; The Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe