A couple of years ago I went on holidays to the Kimberlies, and stayed for a couple of days in Broome. I went out to Cape Leveque and Beagle Bay, and this part of the world is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. I can’t imagine not connecting with a place like this, and feeling that it can somehow change you.
Reading this book brought back memories of my time there, as Di Morrissey has some good descriptions of place, and what it feels like to be there. I appreciated that the most about this book, because while I read a lot of romance, which is genre-adjacent, I don’t generally do this genre. It’s not my thing.
My experience of Australian historical fiction goes something like this. A young white woman arrives in some really remote place. ‘Your dress is stupid,’ a man laughs. If he’s handsome, she’ll fall in love with him. If she’s really lucky, they might get married in about thirty years.
The woman goes to live in a shack and spends huge swathes of time alone. Some man, generally her husband, will leave her a gun before he goes off to do something important. It will probably involve gold or sheep. It will most certainly involve gambling and getting very drunk and sex with cheap floozies.
He will instruct her to shoot any non-whites she sees. She must have large quantities of booze on hand so that when white men do show up, they can have a drink after they rape her. ‘If you are very good,’ her husband tells her, ‘in ten years time I will buy you a piano.’
The woman battles the elements, because it’s hot and rains and there are fires and floods and dust storms. Animals get diseases and die in agony. If she has children, at least one of them will get bitten by something poisonous and die. If there are workers around, they will have fights. They will fall off horses and break their legs and they will cut themselves with machetes. And die. There are no other white women. Other white women have either died or run away.
Occasionally, the man she will eventually marry will show up to rescue her from something and they’ll fight and/or kiss.
Australian historical fiction is all about being somewhere and attempting to appreciate its remote, savage beauty while you struggle to not die. And being racist. Australian history is full of racist.
‘Tears of the Moon’ has quite a few of these elements, but at least pearls aren’t gold or sheep, and I thought the history was interesting. It made a change from sheep in the bush. The book has a prologue (which I recommend skipping) but effectively starts with Lily. In 1995 she discovers that her recently dead mother has left her an amazing pearl necklace. Her mother has never talked about her past, and Lily is now curious to find out about her family. She sets out for Broome, thinking that she might do some research and write a book.
Most of the book deals with Olivia Hennessy, a young, recently married English woman who arrives with her husband to do some sheep farming. There’s tragedy, and an early encounter with swashbuckling Captain John Tyndall. When the sheep farming fails, Olivia, her husband Conrad, and Tyndall form a pearling venture.
Olivia’s story, and the stories of the people she encounters, span about 50 years. There’s the rise and fall of the pearling industry and two world wars. There’s the attacks on Broome in World War II. It’s very subtle, but there’s also the cultural change that takes place in the early part of the 20th century. Di Morrissey’s style isn’t big on internal character development. She’ll occasionally let you know how a character felt about something, but the whole book feels like a surface, factual account of what was going on. In some ways, it feels like non-fiction with a fiction-like gloss … the sort of books where the author decides to bring some primary source to life by inserting thoughts, feelings, dialogue etc into an historical person.
This is not necessarily a bad thing. The characters have interesting adventures. Some of those adventures are the type of thing that you’ve probably heard from someone who starts the story with ‘you wouldn’t read about it, but …’
While I’m not going to hurry out and buy more Di Morrissey books, or more Australian historical fiction, this was pretty enjoyable. And I want to go back to Broome.