CRITICISM - CRITICAL VOICES
Critical voices – words fail Oz
David Headon, Joy
Hooton, Donald Horne (eds)
Reviewed Australian Book Review May 1995, pp. 31-32
The way we organise our deaths offers insight into the meanings and significances we attribute to life. The side-lining of organised religion has allowed Australians to voice our own ideas about the muddles of existence through the choice of music for funerals. The regularity with which “I did it my way” is heard at wakes is a reminder of how much more pertinent that song is for the sagging of bourgeois individualism than are newspaper columns by Bettina Arndt or Hugh Mackay, still less from US experts Andrea Dworkin or the late Christopher Lasch.
While everyday life in this era of fast capitalism allows less time than ever for reflecting upon the meanings of life or the significances of death, those elements persist in practice where a desire for progeny is the most usual expression of the wish to live beyond ourselves. Decisions to join a union, to plant a lawn or to sun-bake are other indicators of how Australians define the good life.
If Australians might be said to seek sermons in scones rather than through abstractions, how should such activities be investigated and described? To attach labels such as utilitarianism or pragmatism to our practices is to detach them from their common-sense sources in doing rather than saying. But with a mode of criticism and a lexicon which stand outside our habits of being, can our particularities be distinguished? Indeed, if those experiences are not retold on their own terms, are not their essentials being denied?
These dilemmas should have confronted contributors to The Abundant Culture with the question of how far to go in the direction of its subtitle. The late Barry Andrews might have joked about his co-editing “The Oxford Mate to Australian Literature”, but the polished product was still called “Companion”. Much as the Jindyworobaks are laughed at today, they ended our poets’ reliance on English metaphors about carpets and aisles to evoke the Australian bush. Recent concern about the larding of cultural criticism with “Frenglish” has not broken through to a consideration of why Australian idioms remain unacceptable in scholarly prose. [Would the editors of Labour History allow a contributor to use “yakka” for hard work?] Les Murray’s vernacular republic is kept at bay by an elevated cadence in the social sciences and the humanities.
“Words fail us” is the title of an insightful comparison by Judy Brett of the rhetoric of Keating and Hewson during the “Fightback” election of 1993. What I would identify as Keating’s counterpointing of Jack Lang’s demagoguery with the bitchiness of Woollahra antique dealers has brought a new pitch to parliamentary life, one which Brett fails to recognise and which her prose does not attempt to match, leaving her title with the significance of self-criticism - “words fails Oz”.
The flight of researchers from High Art and Culture towards democratic subjects has not meant that those topics are analysed in their own terms. The academic treatment of the quotidian remains remote from the colloquial. Instead, the hieratic dominates scholarship about sport, with hardly a hint of the hyperbole of a H. G. Nelson. For example, Richard Cashman has not used the language of the outer or the change room to express his insights about the democratisation of cricket as one result of the Packer series. Instead, he writes in a jargon-free prose with an educated Australian tone, devoid of slang but with seven footnotes directing attention towards concepts for re-interpreting the game.
In one of the most engaging pieces, Peter Read juxtaposes tales of two dispossessions during 1974, one of an Aboriginal mob from Elsey station, the other of market gardeners to make way for Brisbane’s new airport. The former were kept out of their home country by a padlock; the latter learnt to lock up their house once they shifted into the suburbs. Read relies on first-person accounts, yet rounds off four-and-a-half pages of text with eleven footnotes. Is that weight of references the price that he knows must be paid if his social criticism is to be received with the seriousness it merits without them?
Authorial nervousness about what one’s peers might think afflicts the best pieces. For no demonstrated reason, Ann Curthoys and Kathryn Evans drag Bakhtin on carnivalisation into their splendid social history of reporters and subs on Sydney tabloids in the early 1950s. This interpellation recalls the way that Soviet chemists felt obliged to pen their learned papers with expressions of gratitude to Stalin. The master narrative has changed but a ritual of obeisance remains.
Other contributors keep well above the everyday. The Festival discussed is Adelaide’s, not Tamworth’s. Yet distinctions between High Culture and everyday life are not as clear cut as either side might care to pretend. Strictly Ballroom grew out of the National Institute of Dramatic Art and that film’s director has had two successes with the Australian Opera. Mel Gibson plays Hamlet. The inclusion of the male duet from The Pearl Fishers in the film Gallipoli continues to draw audiences to one of the most tedious pieces in the operatic repertoire.
The editors of The Abundant Culture indicate that their collection is a forerunner to an encyclopedia of Australian culture to be published by 2001. If their motive was to prepare for that major work, surely a roneoed bulletin like those produced for the Bicentennial history slices would have been sufficient. That long-term purpose would not have attracted Allen & Unwin were it not for the spread of tertiary cultural studies courses. So I have a book of tutorial readings to review.
On that assumption, let me say that the index is extensive but a guide to further reading is wanted. Beginners will be introduced to everyday debates as Craig McGregor celebrates the coast over the bush, and David Headon welcomes the drift in our film-making away from a bush past towards an urban present in Romper Stomper.
Students will find a model for their assignments in Joy Hooton’s study of the Sylvannia Waters she attaches her research on that television series to her previous investigations of autobiographies by Australian women. Few other contributors succeed in turning their expertise into highlighting their concepts, or even a summary of their findings.