Malcolm Knox knows how to get my attention. I first became aware of him when I chanced across his 2006 book Secrets Of The Jury Room, a dramatic account of his experiences as a juror on a lengthy criminal trial. A few years earlier I had been in a similar situation as the foreperson on a month-long trial at the Supreme Court of Victoria, a case which involved rape, arson and decapitation with a bread knife. I’d always thought I must write about it, but once I read Knox’s book I knew there was no point- he had captured the legalistic wrangling of the criminal justice system, the odd alliances that develop both within a jury and between the jury and court staff, and the fickle machinations of the deliberation room perfectly.
Next came Jamaica, a novel about a group of high school friends who attempt to put aside old grievances to compete as a team in a long distance swimming race in the Caribbean. High school certainly wasn’t the best time of my life, and swimming was my sport back then… let’s just say I sympathised when it seemed that some characters would be drowned by their own teammates before the event even began. Thankfully, I had no personal connection to Knox’s next book, Scattered, a sobering investigation into the escalating grip of the drug ice on Australia, but once I heard about The Life I knew I had to read it.
The Life, Knox’s fourth novel, is a book like a wave. Telling the story of once world-champion surfer Dennis Keith, it gains momentum in the shallows of Coolangatta, crests at Hawaii during the first world title of the sport, then crashes down, leaving DK, as he is known, beached at a retirement village in his fifties, 18 stone and no longer able to stand up on a board, subsisting on a combination of pills, pine-lime Splices and hand-washing rituals. My eleven year old son took up surfing about a year ago. Or rather, it took him up… he has swiftly become entranced, obsessed, addicted to the sea, to the swell, to his board. At its core, The Life is about this addiction, about the ocean “lit up with huge smashing sucking six-footers”, about shutting your eyes and seeing “easterly lines… (the) staircase outside the room was a six foot drop… grass bank in the lunch area was a fat shoulder ripe for a roundhouse cutback”; about how surfing reinvents you, “like every wave was a new swipe with a big wet cloth on the blackboard.”
That said, The Life isn’t Breath… but that’s absolutely no criticism. Comparisons between the two novels are impossible to avoid- both centre their stories around surfing, the sea; around teenage boys growing up so consumed with mastering waves that the rest of their life falls into disarray. Apart from this though, the two books share little more than their authors’ scant regard for punctuation and positive aversion to quotation marks. I loved Breath, Tim Winton’s Miles Franklin award winning novel, but as the quote from British newspaper The Guardian emblazoned across my proof copy of The Life says, “If Winton is an aria, Knox is early Rolling Stones.”
It’s an apt comparison. Winton is effortlessly fluid and graceful; Knox, in The Life (which interestingly is a complete departure from his style in Jamaica), is a brand new sound, one that jangles your nerves and makes you ask “What is this?” The story is told in the third person and then the first, jumps around between past and present without warning, is crammed with half-sentences, broken sentences, with repetition and colloquialisms, with thoughts that wander around for a bit on the page, then dive down and resurface a chapter or two later, planed back, made smooth. Without wanting to push the metaphor too far, it occurred to me half way through reading The Life that adjusting to Knox’s cadences, to the rise and fall of the language in the novel must be like learning to surf. At first everything is all wrong: too choppy, too abrupt, you can’t keep your balance or tell where you’re headed, but after a while you go with it, stop noticing, you coast straight down the words, and they take you somewhere else.
And that somewhere else is surprisingly moving. DK is a potentially extremely unlikeable figure: he stalks the local breaks, terrorising out-of-towners so they never dare surf his beach again; he ruins his own brother’s chances at an Australian title by taking off with his board; he moves in on the girlfriends of his mates just to mess with their minds. Most damning of all, he squanders his potential- his youth, his smarts, his chances; his extraordinary ability, the adoration and love of those around him. It would be easy to detest such a character, yet when the BFO- Keith’s bi-fricken-ographer, as he calls her- turns up and starts scrabbling at the pieces of his life the picture that emerges is altogether different.
I have been exposed, courtesy of my son, to enough Tracks magazines, to enough YouTube clips, to enough surfing legend and lore to suspect that the character of DK is loosely based on enigmatic Australian surfer Michael Peterson, another who tangled with heroin and the law, and, having been diagnosed with schizophrenia, lives today in semi-isolation on the Gold Coast. The similarities between the two are striking, right down to their mothers’ work as prawn peelers and their penchant for lemonade over beer. But it doesn’t matter. “The Life” of the novel’s title is defined early on as “this mythic world where you could surf as much as you want, any day, every day, go anywhere it was good”- the dream, in other words, of the would-be pro surfer. Yet in the end that’s not what the book is about either. It’s about DK and DK’s life, the waves and the wipe-outs, about how obsession defines, then destroys you, and it is Knox’s finest achievement to date.
Thanks to Guest Reviewer – Kylie Ladd
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About After the Fall:
The story of a friendship between two couples – and an affair that blows their worlds apart.
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About the Contributor
John Purcell (aka Natasha Walker) is the author of The Secret Lives of Emma trilogy published by Random House Australia. The Secret Lives of Emma: Beginnings reached the top ten on the Australian fiction charts and Natasha/John was the tenth highest selling Australian novelist and third highest selling Australian debut author in 2012. The trilogy has since sold over 50,000 copies in print and ebook and has been translated into French and Polish. John has worked in the book industry for the last twenty years. While still in his twenties he opened John’s Bookshop, a second-hand bookshop in Mosman in which he sat for ten years reading, ranting and writing. Now he is the Head of Product and Chief Buyer at booktopia.com.au.