Josephine Rowe is a Melbourne writer who has been quietly accumulating adulation for some years now. In truth, Tarcutta Wake is her fourth collection of very short stories, although the first two were self-published and were more like artworks than books, and the third, How a Moth Becomes a Boat, with minor changes, was a re-publication of the second.
Rowe’s stories are nearly always very short. A couple of pages usually. Sometimes only a paragraph. Her characters are normally lost, in a vague way, sidelined somehow by mild poverty, by mild addiction, recovering from barely disclosed past lives or from relationships that seem perpetually unresolved. It’s fitting then, that this, her latest collection, is named after Tarcutta, a town halfway between Melbourne and Sydney, and well known round those parts as a changeover point for truck drivers.
In the title story, a group of friends and family gather there to release the ashes of a dead man into the river: ‘We walk single or double file along the side of the highway until finally we stand by the pitiful creek, eleven of us, our good shoes sinking into the mud.’ The soggy middle ground between hope and despair is Rowe’s natural territory. In another story, the sound of a man singing somewhere in the building next door somehow redeems the narrator’s drab suburban share-house existence: ‘His voice made these things better than they were, lifting them above the seedy and the broken and the dangerous, so that they became something else.’
For Rowe too, ordinary objects are at once revelatory and oppressive: damp cardboard boxes that haven’t been unpacked, someone else’s old blood stains on a mattress, or the random, nearly aphoristic, nearly meaningless titles of old books glanced at, unthinkingly, in a moment of tragedy. Rowe has a wonderful eye for these tiny moments of domestic significance, the ambiguous, brimming detail, and while some of these stories work better than others, her prose always manages to be both startling and mysterious without ever parading itself or feeling fought for.
This is a book to be read slowly and savoured. And, while I promised myself that I wouldn’t use the word exquisite to describe these stories, knowing in advance something of what to expect, that’s exactly what they are. I kept finishing them and hearing myself say, ‘Wow’, out loud, involuntarily, as if I had just watched some intricate origami thing unfolding on its own, like magic.
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