3.25 ⭐️ — A very well written novel, that may have some pretentiousness in parts, but is overall, every bit a literary experience that is clearly written by a Writer whom knows their own voice almost too well. Tsiolkas is a truly talented Australian Literary Fiction writer that is building one of the most vaunted CV’s of all modern Aussie writers with another solid effort here. It definitely could’ve been a real gem of a read this one, but I felt as though it laboured a little in parts, especially through the middle, and played it a little safe. A great read though!
In Christos Tsiolkas’s latest literary endeavour, "The In-Between", one finds themselves diving into a narrative as deep & turbulent as the Aegean, yet occasionally as perplexing as a labyrinth without a Minotaur. Tsiolkas, who has consistently wielded his pen like a sculptor chiseling raw marble, somewhat fumbles here, leaving us with a protagonist as cracked and fissured as an ancient fresco.
The novel revolves around the life of Manny, a middle-aged man wrestling with the spectral chains of his dual heritage, Greek and Australian, and his bisexuality, entangled amidst the fading light of his mother’s life. The premise promises a rich tapestry of internal conflict and cultural examination, yet it sprawls often into meandering byways that lead, regrettably, more often to confusion than to climax.
Tsiolkas’s prose, usually as sharp as a butcher’s cleaver, here sometimes dulls to the bluntness of a spoon. One can appreciate his intent to carve out the in-betweens of identity, the grey areas of human sexuality and the diasporic dualities. However, the execution is akin to a gymnast attempting a quadruple backflip but only managing a double; the ambition is commendable but the outcome is underwhelming.
Yet, "The In-Between" is not without its lustrous threads that cut-through the underwhelming with a sharp foray or jab to the jugular. The dialogues, when they shine, do so brilliantly, reflecting Tsiolkas’s uncanny ear for the vernacular. These are moments where characters leap off the page, sweating, swearing, living, breathing. Manny’s relationship with his mother is drawn with such visceral lines that one cannot help but feel the pull of the umbilical cord that tethers them. Here Tsiolkas excels, in the intimate portrayals of complex familial love tangled with obligation, resentment, and loss.
The setting in this novel of what is very much an effort of all things contemporary fiction, oscillates between the sun-beaten streets of Melbourne and the shadowed memories of Greece, and it is here that Tsiolkas plants the seeds of his most poignant imagery. His portrayal of my Melbourne is palpable, a city pulsing with the beats of myriad hearts it houses. Yet, the transitions between locales are sometimes jarring, pulling the reader from immersion as surely as a misstep on a cobblestone street.
Critics of Tsiolkas will find familiar ground here in his exploration of the explicit. "The In-Between" wades through the waters of sexual exploration and existential angst with the subtlety of a sledgehammer cracking open a pomegranate. For aficionados of his more graphic narrations, this will be a feast. However, for those hoping for a more nuanced exploration of Manny’s in-betweenness, the overt may overshadow the covert, the spoken drown out the silent.
In all, this is a novel that, like its protagonist, exists within a limbo of both realisation & potential. Tsiolkas fans may embrace it as a bold, if not quite entirely coherent, sketch of man’s search for identity in a dissonant chorus of cultural voices. Others might find it an overambitious symphony, where the melody is lost amidst the cacophony of trying to be too many things at once.
It’s a three-and-a-quarter star journey through a narrative purgatory, where the lights are indeed very bright, but the path is occasionally, just a little bit too dim. Would I recommend boarding this train? Yes, but perhaps keep the timetable handy, for you might find yourself wishing…
PS: In a past life, this would’ve been a 4⭐️ novel, but the level of modern Literature, along with my current focus on the Classics, has meant the ratings right now are at a all-new premium, a good thing me so thinks 🤔