A few months ago I began researching for a story I was writing set in Surry Hills in the 1940s. Not surprisingly images of Ruth Park with some of the Surry Hills residents came up reminding me to read The Harp in the South. I promptly bought a kindle copy with that title and began reading, not paying much attention to the chapter headings.
Here are the opening lines:
“The old Queen was dead, and King Edward well settled on the throne of England. In far away New South Wales, in the town of Trafalgar, Hugh Darcy and Margaret Kilker were born. There were but a few months between their ages, Hugh being the elder.”
Okay, I thought we are going to run through Hugh and Darcy when they were young, when they fell in love and then quickly move to their life as parents in Surry Hills. But no that didn’t happen. Despite this, I quickly realised what marvellous writing I was reading. This is not a romance. It is the real life, almost anti-romance of Hugh and Darcy and the fascinating, original characters that make up both their lives.
First we meet the Darcy family. Hugh’s mother’s life is particularly harsh with a dead first child, a wayward second child Hugh and her third child badly deformed (Jeremiah) and a taciturn husband. This all makes for a difficult childhood for Hugh.
Mr John Kilker of Trafalgar keeps an eye on the two boys and we then meet the Kilker family. John, Rowena and their large brood of children, one of the boys, Owen, is killed in the war. Soon after influenza strikes the town and visitors are barred from entering. One of those is Hugh trying to get to his father’s funeral.
One of the strengths of this novel is the relationship between Hugh and Jer, who is completely dependant on Hugh for his survival. Here are the boys fighting:
“The third time Hugh threw him in the creek. The water was shallow but Jer was mortally afraid of drowning. Hugh watched the boy flounder for a while, then hauled him out. He said:
“You and me got strife, Jer. You can’t go on all your life hanging onto me like a tick. I’m going to take a job somewhere, and you’re going to stay here.”
Park is brilliant at evoking the challenges her characters face. Jer is a cripple and can only move around with difficulty but he manages to ingratiate himself with the people at the various stations that Hugh works at. He plays music and tells entertaining stories. He also lives his life vicariously through others. Here is Park delving deeper than surface storytelling:
“Once or twice he was caught ratting a man’s belongings, and slapped over the head. Strangely, these men seemed to understand what he was after. They did not accuse him of thieving. They were indulgent towards him. Jer did not care, but Hugh was humiliated.”
I really enjoyed Park’s descriptions of country towns.
“The sky was the larkspur of summer rather than early winter. The sun sent out a roaring heat, drying up the puddles on the Domain, letting the flags lighten and blow out with a crack from their poles.”
I also love the whole anti-romance between Hugh and Margaret.
Here is one of Hugh’s early thoughts about Margaret:
“The formless, protective feeling had left Hughie’s consciousness and was forgotten. The girl was as silly as a turkey.”
Here’s another:
“He intended to take Margaret down to the casuarina groves beside the creek before the spell of the play wore off. He stole a sideways glance at her. She looked bemused enough for anything.” Lol.
Here’s Margaret:
“Oh, Lord, I’m a goner all right,” she thought. She prayed about it: ‘Holy Mary, let me have Hughie Darcy, and I’ll try to be such a good wife. I don’t know why I love him but I want to be with him all the time. Didn’t you feel like that about St Joseph?” Delightful.
Another strength of this book is the depiction of Rowena Kilker, especially her relationship with her daughter Margaret.
“If it was me,” she said rashly, “if Hughie left me, after we were married, I mean, I’d pine away.”
“Get the meat in the pot before you cry over its loss,” snapped her mother.
Around the time I read this line I decided it was going to take a while until we got to Surry Hills. Hughie and Margaret were still unmarried. Later still, towards the end of the novel I realised that of course this was the stand alone novel, Missus, that Park wrote as a prequel to the Harp in the South in 1985. A technically brilliant prequel to her more famous Harp in the South. Wonderful lines, interesting characters and a long gone Australia that should never be forgotten. Highly recommended and if you haven’t read The Harp in the South, read this one first.