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B+ : intriguing, though has a somewhat skeletal feel to it See our review for fuller assessment.
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The Pages is, in outline, fairly straightforward: the recently deceased Wesley Antill's will "asks that his philosophy be published and the costs borne by his estate"; he left behind great amounts of writing, to which he had dedicated himself for many years in the remote Australian countryside, and the family wants an expert to supply an opinion on the matter.
The estate contacts the Sydney university at which Erica Hazelhurst philosophizes, and she accepts the assignment.
She sets out for "the backblocks of western New South Wales" together with a friend, psychoanalyst Sophie Perloff, whose relationship with a married man has just come to an end.
Even once with the Antills -- surviving siblings Lindsey and Roger -- it takes a while for Erica to work her way into the left-behind philosophy; even as she does, she remains uncertain of its worth.
Interspersed among the chapter are also several that follow Wesley's Werdegang -- how he became the philosopher he was (if he was one ...), from early days sitting in on lectures to his years spent in Europe before he finally returned, upon the death of his father, to Australia to dedicate him entirely to his writing -- as well as several samples of the writing itself; the last chapter consists entirely of pithy philosophical sayings and observations and aperçus, à la Wittgenstein, Cioran, etc.
Erica -- like Wesley's grand philosophy, and other matters touched upon -- do not reach any conclusion.
At the very word "philosophy" people in Sydney run away in droves, reach for the revolver; they look down at their shoes, they smile indulgently; they go blank.One substitute ? Psychology, and its vine-like off-shoot, pyschoanalysis.Erica and Sophia also have their issues and baggage that they bring with them, and both constantly seem preoccupied. Both in conversation as well as in (in)action, they often seem to be elsewhere with their minds; predictably, Erica at one point wanders off and gets lost in the inhospitable and unrecognizable outback. Dialogue, without its usual give and take, is rarely constructive -- and matters get more tangled when Sophie discovers the other thing that connects the two women (something that really makes you wonder what Erica was thinking in bringing her along). Their disciplines don't prove particularly helpful: minds runs into matter and can't quite come to grips with it. Naturally, it comes to a point where Sophie points out: "Oh, who cares ? And anyway what has wonderful 'philosophy' done for you ?"Erica, of course, can throw back: "And what has psychoanalysis, therapy and all the rest of it done for your life ? Has it made you a better person ?"Psychoanalysis is seen as all chatter and words -- and, yes: "More and more Sydney has come to resemble a word-factory the way it produces extra, spoken words" -- but philosophy is, of course all (and many) words too -- witness Wesley's seemingly endless written record. Philosophy demands a solitary life, yet even Wesley's withdrawal leaves him far from alone -- and, indeed, his solitude out here in the countryside hardly differs much from that of his brother. Erica is single, but also clearly drawn to company; she has a lover, and she even felt the desire to take along Sophie for this trip (a rather odd choice, as it turns out). As to Wesley's philosophy, its worth remains unclear. Much of his writing that is presented here is biographical, as are most of the details that are filled in: the attempt to become a philosopher (by looking like one, acting like one -- Wesley even considers changing his name to one more appropriate for a philosopher), rather than the philosophy of one. As Roger warns Erica: "If you're not careful, you could end up sitting here for the next twenty years trying to work him out. How would that be ?"How indeed, she surely wonders. Bail, too recognizes that truths can be dug for (and found) endlessly, and instead of presenting as much as he might he offers in The Pages a novel that is little more than skeletal: a robust enough frame, but with little meat to it, leaving much for the reader to flesh out. It works quite well, for the most part, a novel cut nearly to the bone, but one might wish for there to be a bit more to it. Interestingly, it is less Wesley's philosophy one is more curious about -- its fragmentary and ambiguous character work just fine -- than his life, from the household he grew up in (where one still dressed up for dinner) to his years of wandering (only bits of which are described). An appealing read with many well-perceived observations -- physical and metaphysical -- though leaving perhaps a few too many questions far too open. - M.A.Orthofer, 4 July 2010 - Return to top of the page - The Pages:
- Return to top of the page - Australian author Murray Bail was born in Adelaide in 1941. Winner of the Australian National Book Award (for Homesickness). - Return to top of the page -
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