Barracuda by Christos Tsiolkas

After the success of 2008’s The Slap, Christos Tsiolkas could be excused for feeling he had nothing more to prove. Perhaps, though, it was that unexpected good fortune that planted one of the seeds for Barracuda, surely Tsiolkas’s most personal and heartfelt book to date, and I think his most accomplished.

Danny Kelly is a talented swimmer, but from the wrong side of the tracks. Working class, and a wog to boot, he cops his fair share of harassment at the boys’ private school he attends on a sporting scholarship, but his ability in the pool soon becomes his secret weapon against his abusers. Until, that is, his prowess starts to go awry (mentally as much as physically) and Danny is forced to find his base – and his future – from within, not without.

To start to summarise Barracuda though is to diminish this big, sprawling, ever-so-affecting book. The structure is a feat in itself: Tsiolkas runs a dual narrative throughout, alternating between Danny’s schooldays and his life (as Dan) ten years on, which includes time spent with his partner Clyde in Scotland, the homeland, as it happens, of his migrant father Neal.

This is vintage Tsiolkas. He writes uncompromisingly about the way we live now, unafraid to address the many unspoken issues that taint our society – be they class division, racism, craven Indigenous and refugee politics, or simply the pervasive ‘comfortableness’ and insularity of the Australian body politic. And for all the cultural critique there is no shortage of comic barbs: I guffawed audibly when Danny’s school is given the nickname ‘Cunts College’ near the beginning of the novel, and enjoyed Danny’s rumination on the finer points of his classmates spending their summer holidays in Portsea and Sorrento as opposed to Rye and Rosebud. What is new here is the expanded emotional register: the emphasis on the importance of home, of fraternity, of belonging, of a language beyond words to forge our bonds.

Finally an aspect that I can’t help but read autobiographically: Dan declares his indebtedness to the discovery of literature in his 20s, and several wonderful little paeans to writers such as Faulkner, our own David Malouf, Chekhov and Graham Greene follow. When Dan is questioned by a librarian as to why he isn’t interested in ‘more modern stuff’ he responds that ‘the contemporary writers annoyed him, he found their worlds insular, their style too self-conscious and ironic’.

To be sure none of those descriptors apply to our contemporary Tsiolkas – quite the opposite in fact. The beautiful ugliness that is Australia has found its chronicler in Tsiolkas, and we know ourselves better and are the richer for it. Our world has been Tsiolkasised. On the strength of Barracuda, there is not a more important writer working in Australia today.


Martin Shaw is Readings’ Books Division Manager

An extended version of this review was originally published in Books+Publishing

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Christos Tsiolkas

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