The Tree of Man
Published in 1955
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MY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS BOOK
I enjoy reading at least one novel during Australian Literature month. Some co-bloggers have encouraged me to read Patrick White, the only Australian author to have ever won the Nobel Prize of Literature, and The Tree of Man was available at my local library.
This is a thick book, but I enjoyed every line of it. It is not so easy to review.
It encompasses the whole life of Stan Parker. Apart from a few family and local dramas, there is not much happening, and that is precisely the point and the beauty of this novel, which focuses on the inner roughness and beauty of the characters, and of their harsh though beautiful surroundings, if you are into raw nature, cows, and trees. I am, and this book spoke to me.
It is also a lot about communication, or lack of, even at the heart of a family and even between husband and wife, or to go one step further, about the challenge of expression of oneself to oneself or to one’s God or deity.
It is full of desolate and poignant poetry, just as the Australian landscape around the Parkers’, with all its changes during a life time.
I highly recommend The Tree of Man, if you have not read anything yet by this great Australian author.
WHAT IS IT ABOUT
Stan Parker, with only a horse and a dog for company journeys to a remote patch of land he has inherited in the Australian hills. Once the land is cleared and a rudimentary house built, he brings his wife Amy to the wilderness. Together they face lives of joy and sorrow as they struggle against the environment. [Goodreads]
The Tree of Man is the fourth published novel by the Australian novelist and 1973 Nobel Prize-winner, Patrick White. It is a domestic drama chronicling the lives of the Parker family and their changing fortunes over many decades. It is steeped in Australian folklore and cultural myth, and is recognised as the author’s attempt to infuse the idiosyncratic way of life in the remote Australian bush with some sense of the cultural traditions and ideologies that the epic history of Western civilisation has bequeathed to Australian society in general.
“When we came to live [in Castle Hill, Sydney]”, White wrote, in an attempt to explain the novel, “I felt the life was, on the surface, so dreary, ugly, monotonous, there must be a poetry hidden in it to give it a purpose, and so I set out to discover that secret core, and The Tree of Man emerged.”.
Poem XXXI On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves. 'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger When Uricon the city stood: 'Tis the old wind in the old anger, But then it threshed another wood. Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman At yonder heaving hill would stare: The blood that warms an English yeoman, The thoughts that hurt him, they were there. There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I. The gale, it plies the saplings double, It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone: To-day the Roman and his trouble Are ashes under Uricon.
This is the very beginning of the book.
I think it gives a good idea of the atmospheric beauty of the writing
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Patrick Victor Martindale White was an Australian author widely regarded as one of the major English-language novelists of the 20th century.
From 1935 until death, he published twelve novels, two short story collections, eight plays, and non-fiction. His fiction freely employs shifting narrative vantages and the stream of consciousness technique. In 1973, he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature “for an epic and psychological narrative art which has introduced a new continent into literature.”
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