Read an extract from Heat and Light by Ellen van Neerven

We’re delighted that Heat and Light by Ellen van Neerven is one of the six books shortlisted for this year’s Readings Prize for New Australian Fiction. Here is a short extract from ‘Pearl’, one of the stories in the collection.

Find more information about this year’s shortlist (including the judges’ report) here.


It was a slight, old woman in a pie shop off the highway that told me who my grandmother was. I barely saw her over the counter but she propped herself up with one foot on the skirting board and pointed at me accusingly.

‘You’re a Kresinger,’ she spat. ‘I have something for you.’ She tried to put what looked like a wood whistle in my palm. ‘This was your grandmother’s. She worked here.’

‘No,’ I said. ‘My grandmother was Marie. Passed now, but she’s my grandmother.’

‘Sister,’ the woman behind the counter said. ‘That was your grandmother’s sister.’ She told me a story, starting with my grandmother’s real name, Pearl.

*

The first time Pearl Kresinger was taken by the wind we were both twelve. It had been raining so long the water reached the library of our school on the hill. But it was the wind, cyclonic, that kept anyone with common sense inside. Not Pearl. She went out on the beach. She was standing on the jetty star-posed and everyone saw her. She seemed to fight with the wind for a moment, her torso wrenched back and her chin to the sky, but then we saw her fall into the grey water.

Trying to save her, one man yelled out he had felt her skin. But in the next wave he was gone.

A day later she came out with her hair streaked white, and the wind had settled. She didn’t stay at school, none of them did, though I tracked her over the years.

Her skin was burnt butter, her forehead small and high, her fingers straight, her nails blue-grey from a permanent chill. She wore a red floral dress that dropped off her narrow shoulders. Her now black and white hair was waxy and feather-like, stretching down her back and creeping from behind her ears into her mouth when she turned to you. I could tell what others couldn’t, her ears weren’t really there, her eyes hissed and some of her teeth were missing. But the men followed the dance of her hair from back to mouth.

When the wind was kicking in and I’d be walking home from school near the beach through empty car parks, before the streetlights turned on, I’d see her between build-ings, her hair entwined, her face in someone’s neck, a man mostly, though there were women. It seemed all were hopeless against her.

After school I moved across the border and off the coast to a stopover town and got a quiet job behind the counter serving truckies.

I heard about the freak storm in the early fifties, Pearl Kresinger cheating death for the second time. The wind ripped the Kresinger tent up, into a tree. The others ran for shelter and Pearl stood there and let it lift her, she went into the electricity wires and they curled into each other like lovers as she was jolted. Her brother moved to her lifeless body and she touched him, and he took her place.

The people of the town drove her out of there. Nobody would touch her again. She lived in the hills for a while, and then she came to my town, and into my store. I was jealous at the sight of her. The truckies passing through the store did not know of her curse.

It wasn’t just that she was Bundjalung that made them think she was beautiful. It was the way she duck-called.


Heat and Light is available in-store and online.

Established in 2014, the Readings Prize for New Australian Fiction supports published Australian authors working in fiction, and recognises exciting and exceptional new contributions to local literature. Find out more here.

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Heat and Light

Ellen Van Neerven

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