Winner of the 1987 Guardian Fiction Prize for Children and the 1986 Ethel Turner Prize for Young People’s Literature.
Spit MacPhee is a problem, both for himself and the small fictional town of St. Helen where he lives. After his grandfather dies there is no-one left to look after the young eleven-year-old Spit and the fight that ensues over his guardianship will change not only Spit but the town as well.
James Aldridge was born in Bendigo and spent the early part of his life in Swan Hill – the town on which St. Helen is based – on the River Murray on the State of Victoria. He left Australia in 1938 to work as a news and then war correspondent and never returned to live. In this novel he returns to the town of his childhood to explore all the various cultural, religious and legal constrictions on people at that time.
In 1930 or thereabouts eight-year-old Spit MacFee goes to live with his grandfather in St. Helen. Old MacPhee is living in an old boiler on the banks of the Murray and adds an extension to the metal structure when first Spit, and later his mother, arrives. He earns an income fixing clocks and watches for various townsfolk. We soon learn that Spit’s father has died in a house fire somewhere else in the state and his mother has been badly disfigured. She stays only at the “house” and doesn’t talk to anyone and it’s only a few months later that she also dies from the injuries she suffered in the fire. So Spit is left to be brought up by his grandfather. It seems a perfect life for the young lad as he becomes very efficient at catching Murray cod and crays on the river and earning money by selling his wares door-to-door. But his grandfather has a serious problem: from time to time he flies into a shouting fitful rage and only Spit can calm him down. One night, when Spit is 11 it all gets too much for his grandfather who burns down the house, destroying everything in it. This is the end for the townsfolk as he is taken to hospital, and it appears he will never recover.
And so begins the major part of the novel. From Spit’s earliest arrival in town the local “do-gooder” Protestant has been circling around him trying to get Spit to attend church, for his spiritual well-being, and also to get the local authorities to see that Spit is transferred to a boys’ home in Bendigo (about 180 kilometres away), again, presumably for his own good. But neither Spit nor his grandfather would have anything to do with this suggestion. Spit becomes friendly with a local Catholic family, eating with them from time to time, and ensuring that they always got the prime choice of his fish on Fridays. After Spit’s grandfather has his final seizure and then dies in hospital the conflict between the two religious sides of the town comes to the fore as both sides seek to adopt the boy.
Aldridge has obviously written this as a semi-autobiographical novel and the love he still has for his boyhood experiences shines through the text. Spit is a larrikin, a lovable one,
who always seems to be running around wild but never gets into trouble with the police, is always polite and courteous, and just wants to enjoy himself in as carefree a way as possible. It’s an idyllic life for Spit, only interrupted by the ambitions and desires of the adult world around him.
I’m sure there are going to be many people who read this novel and wonder at the religious divide that impacted small Australian communities in the early twentieth century, splitting them down the middle between Catholic and Protestant. This divide was still evident in the 1960s when I was growing up in the country, and while I noticed it start to dissipate in the 1970s it was strong enough to have an impact even then.
This is an excellent coming-of-age Australian novel that resonates with me to a large extent. Having a childhood where you were generally allowed to roam as widely as you liked is one that I will always cherish and feel grateful for. Spit’s spirit and enthusiasm for life is all the supporting argument you need.
I also have to commend Chong for his cover of this novel. Depicting Spit as a young Ned Kelly was a stroke of genius.
R: 4.3/5.0