A truly amazing book - sensitively told and beautifully written. A work of great love and deep empathy that seeks to explain and understand a tragic loss at the heart of the author's family. It draws poignant and sharp comparisons between the experience of this one family and of the many children stolen from their mothers in Australia at this time, asking how and why this was tolerated by the wider community.
Kristina Olsson's mother, Yvonne, married young, and recklessly, aged 16 and madly in love with a too-charming older man who whisked her from Brisbane to remote Cairns, where his true self was revealed. Selfish, controlling, a gambling addict and womanizer, he terrorized and beat his young wife. Worst of all, he stole their baby son, Peter, from her arms, as she tried to escape him by train, threatening to kill her and the boy if she followed him off the train.
Yvonne suffered from this loss the rest of her life, but was dissuaded by authorities from reclaiming her son, told he'd be better off with his father than with an unmarried waitress. The boy, Peter, was - of course - not better off. He, too, was terrorized by his father and spent his boyhood running away, searching for his mother, and in and out of institutions.
Olsson tells the parallel stories of Yvonne (reimagined and pieced together) and Peter (assembled with his help, and the help of teams of paperwork left by police, courts and social workers). She also tells the story of what happened when they finally found each other, late in life, and the impossibility of rewriting or erasing the past.
Yvonne is written as both steely and vulnerable, a woman who values - and embodies - stoic endurance.
This book is many things; one of those things is a tribute to ordinary, hardworking decency. These characters are flawed, they make mistakes, they come up against terrifying and daunting obstacles - but they keep going, keep trying to build the best lives they can and be the best people they can be, with what they've got.