I Want Everything is the first novel by Australian author, Dominic Amerena. His lover, Ruth, summarises the protagonist’s situation well: “You recognise a noted recluse, whom no-one has heard boo from in fifty years. You ambush her at her place of residence, and she invites you in for tea and bickies, decides to spill the full, unabridged beans. The great mystery of Australian letters falls right into your lap.” But what Ruth doesn’t know, what he hasn’t told her, is that he was mistaken for the grandson of this mysterious author, an error he didn’t correct. So he’s there under false pretences.
What do we call this unnamed protagonist? The failed novelist? The former editor of a now-defunct journal? The frequent hospital inpatient? Ruth’s lover? The son of a retired anaesthetics nurse? Not Brenda Shales’s grandson? He sees himself as an emerging author currently in a writing rut, now receiving “…manna from literary heaven.”
He begins to write something that is not a straight-out biography but includes himself as the writer. He knows that “what I was concocting was not literature, but the story of a parasite and his perfect host. Or maybe I was the host, infected by Brenda’s story.” He’d confessed to Brenda his desire to be the next great Australian writer, “a notion which struck me now as ludicrous overreach.”
But he’s a man many would find lazy, lacking integrity, whose occasional feelings of guilt are quickly dismissed for the sake of getting his name on the cover. Watching him desperately trying to cover his lies is entertaining, but by the time he’s doing a deep self-analysis, it’s hard to muster any sympathy for him.
There’s a lot to like in this tale: Brenda is candid and down-to-earth; her dialogue is a delight, insightful, expressive and observant: “Writing a book is like assembling a chicken coop in the middle of a tornado. One moment it’s a patchwork of jottings, and the next it’s a single, unified thing. There’s no better feeling in the world.” There’s plenty of black humour, a clever plot, and then there are some excellent twists that soon have the reader wondering, “Is either narrator entirely reliable?” Is anyone quite who they claim to be?
Amerena has eschewed the use of quote marks for speech, a trend that many readers won’t appreciate; he denotes speech with a dash at the start, better than nothing, but picking dialogue apart from narrative can be confusing. And during Brenda’s interviews, his occasional switches between the two first-person narratives do require a reset in the reader’s mind. An impressive debut.
This unbiased review is from an uncorrected proof copy provided by Good Reading Magazine and Simon & Schuster Australia.