There are two pieces from this superb and powerful novel I want to quote. The first is right at the beginning:
"Any male person who in public or in private commits or is party to the commission of or procures or attempts to procure the commission by any male person of an act of gross indecency with another male person shall be guilty of a misdemeanour and shall be liable to imprisonment of a term of not more than three years."
The second occurs right at the end:
"...There's a gap in what we today can know or understand about how life was lived as a male homosexual under society scrutiny and persecution during mid-century Australia. Such lives must be largely inferred. This is the task of the historical novel."
As statements about life pre-gay liberation either statement can describe almost any English speaking country in the mid twentieth century. Even after events such as Stonewall in the USA in 1969 or the very limited decriminalisation of homosexuality in England in 1966, actual change was painstakingly slow. Also it is horrifying but necessary to remember those statements still describes the reality of 'homosexual' men, and women, in many countries today.
I can't think of better novel for any gay person, who has grown-up in a country where their existence is accepted, to read so as to understand how nightmarish the world of the 'closet' was. It was not a metaphor but a reality which provided both safety and existential death. That the novel also thrusts into our faces the reality of the 'White Australia' policy is what actually gives the novel its depth and impact.
The past is, to use that over-used cliche, 'another country' where 'they do things differently' but that doesn't mean it isn't true or worth remembering. So much 'gay' fiction today is 'historical' in its setting yet so little of it bears any resemblance to a real attempt to understood or illuminate what has gone. Rather the past is a set of fancy dress that is used to hide an author's inability to engage with the times they live in (I am thinking of Allan Hollinghurst). That is why Mr. Carmichael's proclamation of the job of a historical novel is so important. 'Marlo' is not about 'gay' men it is not about being 'gay' it is about being true to yourself. How you do that is not defined, it is problematic, shadowy, difficult, uncertain, but the only thing that can redeem who you are.
The lies we tell ourselves, the wall we build around ourselves, the connections we do not make, the betrayals of ourselves, these are the victories of hate because we do them to ourselves.
An exceptionally fine novel.