Dear Visitor; Dear Reader,
Welcome to this site, which offers a brief introduction to some of my recent books and writings, set, for the most part, in northern Australia and the desert inland. The books are described on their dedicated page, together with a short account of their themes. Some are fictive, some lie close to the daily world we occupy, some stand far apart. They share a goal: they seek to convey something of the scale and grandeur of what surrounds us, and what remains beyond us. Read more
A Reader’s Introduction
Two decades ago, Nicolas Rothwell began a journey into the Australian inland and its mirage-like horizons – a journey both of exploration and self-exploration. The three fictions that came about as a result of these experiences – “Wings of the Kite-Hawk,” “The Red Highway” and “Belomor” – form a group, with each shining a distinctive light on their linked stories. “Quicksilver” applies the lessons of the deserts on a wider stage.
“Wings of the Kite-Hawk” was written in response to an intuition – the intuition that men and women are shaped by the country they move through; that they leave their traces in the landscape; that their essence remains, and we can tune into them, and know them; we are not isolated, and alone in the world: we can imagine what others of our kind have felt.
“The Red Highway” is a quest narrative that pursues a different goal. The figures in its stories experience moments of insight and revelation, moments when the inmost structures of life seem clear to them: they see through things, they see what has been on the edge of their vision all through their lives. This is the hidden world they sense: great clashes and intense episodes break into the flow of each tale, and, like lightning in the distance, these passages offer up a glimpse of secret contours lurking within the day-to-day.
“Belomor” depicts a world in fragments, and the paths in life taken by its set of characters: individuals who find themselves drawn to seek affinities between the events and accidents that punctuate their lives. Their task – as for all of us, writers, readers – is to make order from what lies about them, to find beauty in the pattern of their experiences, to compose a world.
Now comes “Quicksilver” – the mirror to this trilogy, its completion, and a new beginning too. Its backdrop is not just the desert country of inland Australia, but Europe, both past and present – the West, and what western ideas made when transported into a new world. It binds its themes and fragments into a union. It listens to the silent space inside our being: “Whether in the harsh country of the De Grey River or the mulga plains of Western Queensland, the sense I have in silent moments is similar – I feel a distance. I feel something remote, yet watchful: a distant presence.” The book is made up from shards joined together – reflecting pieces, recombined. One of these recurring threads in the narrative follows the explorer Leichhardt into the savannah country and the deserts of the North, and takes him as the exemplar of the Western eye in collision with the Inland, its shapes and images and sounds. One thread traces the evolution of mankind’s sense of the sacred in the bush: and what is the sacred but the element most profaned? One takes nature’s despoliation as its theme, one traces the origins and first flourishing of the language of art. This mirror casts new reflections: it binds together the Australian frontier and the wider frontiers of the world.
What is it that lies on the horizon line? What lies beyond it? What is the destination we seek at the end of all our efforts, and the past from which we begin? Readers who find these questions speak to them will be at home with the image of life “Quicksilver” offers to their eyes.
Quicksilver will be published in November. For more information and presales please visit the publisher’s site here: https://www.textpublishing.com.au/books/quicksilver
In the early 1930s the Soviet Union built, with convict labour, a canal between the White Sea and the Baltic. Given the convenient proximity of the Solovetsky Islands Gulag settlement, workers were in plentiful supply, and their work was performed for free. The project took 20 months: 12,000 prisoners lost their lives. The scheme became known simply as the White Sea Canal: “Belomorkanal”. To mark its completion, the state tobacco company launched a new brand of cigarette: it took the project’s name.
And it gives its name in turn to “Belomor” – a novel, a book of narratives and remembrances released this year by Text Publishing. Read more