A gem by McCaughrean (mac-cock-rahn, for those of you curious of how to pronounce it).
The Middle of Nowhere is well balanced and a journey through issues like how different family members react to a mother's death, a young girl's friendship with a boy from a different culture, bullying, and racism. McCaughrean has written many books and she knows the craft: the storytelling is beautiful and the message feels natural, not hammered onto you like some children's books tend to.
Like The White Darkness, one of favourite books, TMOW has a main character who uses denial and lying (to herself and others) to deal with a situation that's become to horrible and difficult for her to deal with. My personal opinion is that McCaughrean does this searingly well and my heart aches for Comity when she writes letters to her cousins pretending everything is fine. This tendency is one of the things that builds up the tension of the plot, so if you dislike this trait in a main character, you'll probably find the entire novel incredibly frustrating - like "All this could have been avoided if you didn't lie to begin with!!". But to me, the denial and lying feels like a natural reaction from the characters and I think it's executed brilliantly.
What I slightly dislike is the almost cowardly attitude towards racism in this book. Comity's best friend, Fred, is an aboriginal boy and at the hand of various white men he suffers abuse. Horrible, racist abuse fed to him like an every day occurrence. Comity reacts to this like a naive child ought to and thinks it is awful. But that's sort of the end of it. In the end, there's a scene where whites, aboriginals and Punjabis are shown helping each other. It's supposed to be heartwarming and inspiring - "Look, we're all human, we can all get along!" - and I mean, that's nice but it's not a happy ending to me. It doesn't change the fact that all other whites outside of that group are still racist. It doesn't change the fact that children like Fred will be abused and murdered in the rest of Australia for decades to come. To think that racism ends when white, aboriginal and Punjabi children hold hands is foolish and cowardly, because it completely ignores the systemic oppression. They all forget about that part, which leaves me with a bitter aftertaste.
It's a shame, because if McCaughrean had thought a little harder and looked into that, I believe this book could have been like an Australian answer to To Kill A Mockingbird. Now, the cynic in me almost wonders if McCaughrean uses the tension the systematical racism produces merely as a plot device.
But even if McCaughrean treats racism in a disappointing way, that is merely one theme of many in the the book, and the other themes I think she handles very competently, which justifies my 3 star rating of it.