This is possibly the saddest book I've ever read. Mechanically it's an ok read. It's an episodic novel that creates its characters and its scenes vividly, though of course it helps if you know Sydney and if you were around in Australia in the 80's. However, as tributes to Australian culture goes, this book represents the most bleak, oppressive and sadistic extremes of that period at every turn.
Les Norton is a young Queenslander "with a heart of gold" who, being muscled to high heavens, becomes a bouncer for a gangster in Kings Cross in the 80's. His exploits are every sort of violent, racist, bigoted and misogynistic quirk ever attributed to the blackest desires of Aussie machismo and then some.
He is sent flurrying to the big smoke having beaten a German man to death for assaulting his father. A crooked cop (the first of many romantically described figures) buries the case but tells Les to hot foot it till the heat is off. Les then gets thrown out of the NRL for putting a Maori player in intensive care on the field. Fortunately, Les gyms this rejection out of his system before being co-opted as the most lovable Sydney character (...) a nightclub bouncer.
What follows are pages and pages of his gorey acts of "self-defense" that always play out the same way. A hokum stereotype gets in a few slurs and a cheap shot or two, thusly we are told it is absolutely reasonable for Les to beat them to the point of death. He loves every minute of it like any true-blue Aussie bloke. It's all natural, bush-fella justice after all.
Beyond the sickeningly frequent, gut churning violence, the corrupt cops, the incessant racist stereotyping of everything and everyone that doesn't pass the white, male ocha test, women are nothing short of filth here. Big breasted sheilas in their prime get to orgasm for the big guy. One provokes a moral dilema by being so randy for it she seems certain to have killed her ex-husband from too much sex! Les can't bear the idea of a woman having a higher sex drive than him but fortunately gets to flee the scene when he returns to work flattening racial stereotypes, unsuspecting of the psychotic killer they're dealing with.
One of the most horriffying moments comes when a boar hunting bush dog (how he was tortured by his owners to make him fit for purpose is detailed) is sent into the backyard of a violent German Shepherd. In the gruesomely detailed dog fight that follows, the boar hunter dismembers and eats the other dog alive!
Les and his brother think it's hilarious. Chuck in the stereotypical Greek immigrant neighbours who own the German Shepherd and apparently we're meant to find this a total scream.
Final segment deals with Les being forced to sleep with a "fat, ugly" chick while his bouncer mate goes to bed her hot sister. He's saved by the bell when sis turns out to be a pre-op trans girl who's deformed genitalia are cruelly and mockingly described as the two men taunt her. We are then meant to see Les' true blue Aussie heart when he gets sentimental and physically intervenes to stop his mate killing the trans girl on the spot.
He gets to mock his bouncer mate for being a poof after so no harm done.
How has this made it to TV? What is Rebel Wilson doing in it?! I picked this book up expecting a larrikin ride through memories I could refer to happily from Australia in the 80's and 90's. The only thing that kept me reading was the colloquiallisms and the idiosyncratic Aussie slang and idioms. Those I recognised, but not the people mouthing them.
The truth is, every "true blue Aussie" within this tome is an angry, violent and hate filled man. Les Norton and co are the pure definition of everything wrong with the classically venerated Australian male psyche from beginning to end.
Ham-fisted explanations of why Les does the sickening things he does come and go. You can only be left pitying the dumb bastard for just how hateful he actually is. Morally, ethically, intellectually, spiritually, we are told to believe there can be no debate. When it comes down to it, honour demands Les put his villains in the hospital. It moves beyond caricature, beyond satire: it's just sad to see a person so filled with rage and hatred.
You have to wonder, what sick freak read this book and decided a TV series was in order!
This is a chapter of Australian history that should serve as a dark and highly regrettable cautionary tale of our many mistakes. Les Norton is a villain. We shouldn't be celebrating him, not even a heavily retold version. We should be miserable he existed at all and continue doing our best to ensure he never exists again. Australia is far better without him.