"Nothing happens here, nothing gets done, but you get to like it, you get to like the beating of the sun, the washing of the sun" - The Triffids
David Whish-Wilson takes a break from writing his locally set period noir and teaching creative writing at a local university to guide us through Perth as he sees it. This series of books from NewSouth Publishing is part history of a chosen city, part memoir, part travelogue, or at least that's how Perth turned out and I don't have any inclination to discover other peoples cities right now.
Are you from another city or another country and have an interest in what makes the most remote capital city in the world tick or the prevailing attitude of its residents? Perth just might be the book for you. Were you born here but find yourself overseas? Perth could well make you homesick enough to quit your job and fly home.
Whish-Wilson wasn't the first choice for covering my adopted home town but he does a better job than I could have expected, for the most part avoiding the trivialities and banal minutiae of being a local person writing about local people for local people whilst writing with a very obvious affection for his subject in an informative and engaging way. He's no Peter Ackroyd but very few are.
I consider myself a true Perthian in the same way David does and hundreds of thousands of others have done through the history of the city, I'm an outsider who has chosen to make his life in this massive urban sprawl/paradise on Earth. Through his words I share David's sense of privilege for knowing something of this place, feeling this place and for the quiet gravitational pull of this force called belonging and the pride he managed to evoke within me for our remote little outpost was fully unexpected. To put it another way, I now feel less of an outsider.
This book very briefly covers some fascinating local history that hadn't yet been explained to me in my six years in Perth, not just those Aussie Larrikins beloved of all popular histories either but features the local aboriginals, politicians and artists too and on the whole works so well as a primer for Perth history and lifestyle that copies should be provided to all new residents.
“more real depravity, more shocking wickedness, more undisguised vice and immorality is to be witnessed at midday in the most public thoroughfares of Perth, with its population of 1500, than in any other city of fifty times its population, either in Europe or America.” And in many ways this is still true today.
This is one of those times that finding a bibliography at the end was a welcome relief as my eyes were opened to some fascinating artists, writers and musicians that had not previously crossed my path or been dismissed as just another local writer for local people.
I would question the validity of the title of this work however as David, again like me, is a resident of Fremantle and his passion for Freo overshadows the rest of the work. This is where writing by local people for local people falls down, I may have enjoyed reading about David and his family fishing at my favourite beach but what of those local to the other 120000km sprawl of this city? Will the residents of northern modern harbour town Hillarys feel like they are reading about the place they inhabit? I agree that choices should be made for this sort of brief overview but allowing the work to become so Fremantle-centric is of detriment to the overall effect of the piece.
As is the fact that approximately half of the quotes used by the author were from local author done good Tim Winton, and not just because it demonstrates a lack of resources used, for me at least this kind of obvious authorial crush on such a widely feted fellow writer could just as easily have been offered by a high schooler who had just discovered literature. Perhaps my lack of affection for Timmy really does make me an outsider though? These are small criticisms of a book I took a great deal of pleasure from however.