TRAIN LORD by Oliver Mol
I now know what it’s like to be a pinball, bouncing around in different directions, heading off who knows where, having impact and being impacted upon…..and then there’s the pain.
Oliver is not your typical author, no, Oliver is raw and shoots from the hip and appears to be unaware of his affect upon others.
This volume is centred around his horrific fight with a ten month migraine, his relationships with women and his (fortunate I suspect) job as a train guard. Sequential it’s not. Oliver goes from decade, back to another decade and then halfway in between. In his mind I suspect it’s relatively seamless but, as a reader, you need to have your wits about you just to follow what’s going on.
Then there’s the things that aren’t explained; such as what he’s doing in Sydney, why he’s on the Central Coast, what job did his father lose in Texas that saw the family end up in Canberra and where does Brisbane fit into all of this? Oliver doesn’t have a compass that suggests that maybe people would like the dots joined.
You might glean that I didn’t enjoy this book, you’d glean wrong. A roller coaster ride into a drug addled world (some prescribed, many not) I found immensely interesting. How and why he’s still alive could accurately be described as minor miracles.
Oh, and there’s some hilarious moments as well; like the train driver who attended work with a cane and heavy sunglasses and used to tap his way to the driver’s cabin and ask someone near the driver’s door, “Could you tell me which way the train is pointing?”, before entering.
He believes he’s a writer, which is just as well, because I can understand why others would find his style difficult but, I found that slipping into his different world full of four letter words was very entertaining. His devil may care approach to his job as a train guard enlightening (I’ll never ride a train again without checking out the guard) and I’ll never stop wondering just how it is that he’s still alive.
Coming from a family riddled with mental health issues it really should not surprise that he’s had difficulties in life and I’m sure his cocaine habit and casual experimentation with the opposite sex haven’t helped lay down a level platform for life and living.
There’s also the issue of continuity. We’re given the impression that money is an issue yet he’s off snowboarding in Argentina, pops up in Canberra, Gosford, flying off to Spain, now living in Georgia??? There’s no narrative to explain how he got to so many places. Call me picky, but I just would have liked to know why.
Another thing, that didn’t bother me but might others, is that “the” is not the most common word. No indeed, the “I”s have it in almost every sentence and generally more than once.
It’s the rawness the got me in, made me want to turn pages every night. You could almost suffer along with him but know it’s a different world to that which you’re familiar with. I wish Oliver well, but am left wondering, why Tbilisi?