The great tragedy of Charmian Clift's life is that she was born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Searching for the slim pickings of her literary output is heartbreaking, not only because almost all of her works are, once again, out of print but because so much of her visually and mentally perceptive observations and her ability to singularly replicate place and time is hidden within her husband's work. 'Images in Aspic?' 'The Walk to Paradise Garden?' Sorry. 'My Brother Jack?' Oh, I've heard of that one. It's by George Johnston, isn't it?
Fortunately many Australian readers of The Sydney Morning Herald and the Melbourne Herald of the mid-to-late-sixties fell in love with Charmian and her weekly column, where she frequently critiqued, praised or commented upon contemporary political events and social conventions. The essay form was peculiarly suited to her idiosyncratic style and, in return, she received so many readers' letters every week that eventually her column became an ongoing literary dialogue between her created persona and her hundreds of fans.
Yet, the myth still outlives the writer and it's to Nadia Wheatley's credit that she places equal biographical and critical weight on both life and the legend. This is a story of post-war Australian life that still resonates today and local readers will readily recognise elements of the complacent and consumer-driven society that has always characterised life in 'the lucky country' (and remember, that comment was never meant to be taken at face value).
In appearance, this book looks dauntingly large, but the subject matter is so addictive and the writing style so personal that the pace never falters throughout its seven-hundred-odd pages. Overall, it offers a wonderfully readable version of yet another 'portrait of a marriage' between two brazen, eccentric and creative individuals.