What
Do You Mean by Your Country?
Sylvia Lawson, How Simone de Beauvoir Died in Australia:
Stories and Essays. Sydney: University of New South Wales
Publishing, 2002.
Reviewed by Shirley Tucker.
Reading a collection of stories and essays by one author
can be a bit like listening to an album by one artist. There
are tracks you routinely skip - not because they are necessarily
inferior to the ones you don't, but because they are simply
not to your taste. Sylvia Lawson's provocatively titled collection,
How Simone de Beauvoir Died in Australia reminds me
of such albums; albums that cover a vast array of genres,
styles and themes in an attempt to showcase the versatility
of the artist and demonstrate their mastery of everything
possible in music.
It's not that Lawson isn't a great cultural critic and writer.
Taken individually, each story/essay is intelligent and engaging
(except perhaps for 'Putting the books away with Jack' the
one where she sorts her books with her son according to various
ambiguous disciplinary categories), and each story investigates
important questions of nation, identity, politics and culture.
It's just that despite these pressing Australian preoccupations,
the overall sequence or continuity is somewhat incoherent
because, I think, the integration of these themes into each
story/essay is so elusive. It's hard work making the connections
but you can't help responding to the not quite concealed demand
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Perhaps the book's suggestive cover, with a title that promises
the fantasy of Simone, albeit dead in Australia, positioned
above an Aboriginal art graphic, perfectly contextualises
the vast array of genres, styles and topics within. The
overall organising principle for this collection is announced
in the epigraph to the Introduction where an interviewer
asks Noam Chomsky whether the time might come when we are
no longer ashamed of our country and Chomsky replies 'it
depends what you mean by your country'. The ensuing investigation
of 'our country' provides an interesting, if not unusual,
journey into the thoughts and observations of Lawson.
Using a mix of fact, fiction and autobiography, Lawson investigates
the extent to which increasingly repressive ideological
conformity has eroded any sense of social democracy. While
the tone is optimistic rather than gloomy, she is clearly
concerned about the disappearance of the dissenting voice
as she moves us through a wide range of settings; Alice
Springs, East Timor, Indonesia, West Papua, Britain and
France, to emphasise this point. Despite the many problems
she observes as a consequence of this loss of critical voice,
she manages to maintain positive about the future through
her own good faith in people generally. For example, though
she explains that our nation-building efforts (characterised
by corroboree, Snowy River horse riders in Akubras and Drizabones,
and the lawnmower ballet at the opening ceremony of the
2000 Sydney Olympic Games) are largely symbolic, she argues
that we read symbols accurately and we 'know full well what
we're doing when symbolic action is called for' (5). Thus
the meaning of Cathy Freeman's gold medal win, watched by
the whole of Australia, was about the future, about 'what's
not attained but might be, with a long way to go' (4).
And though the shifting locales might be difficult at first
to integrate into a coherent narrative of 'our country',
they all contribute to an analysis of the connections between
the personal and the political, and the impossibility of
imagining culture or identity from an exclusively local
perspective. Our country, then, is variously created and
critiqued by many famous dissenting voices that share cameo
roles with more intimate dissenters that Lawson has both
invented and remembered. The title essay/story for example,
is as much about a reading group of ordinary women as it
is about Beauvoir. And I guess this is why I found this
essay quite disappointing given its apparent subject. While
it is always difficult to do justice to an icon, particularly
a feminist one, I found myself unable to take an interest
in anything her various reading group characters had to
say, either about Simone or themselves.
Nevertheless, her writing versatility, her astute observation
and cultural critique is evident every time Lawson's analysis
of the ways in which de Beauvoir hasn't 'died' in Australia
intercepts the agonies of the reading group characters.
Similarly, the deeply reflective essay, 'How Raymond Williams
Died in Australia', is a brilliant discussion on cultural
institutions and loss. In this collection there are many
moments when Lawson is at her best and, even when her dissenting
voice seems muted in the words of fictional others, you
can't help admiring her constant self-questioning and searching
for a way forward.
Shirley Tucker is a Lecturer in the Contemporary Studies
Program at the Ipswich campus of the University of Queensland.
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