Dear Mr Write,
I am writing to you today to express the profound affect your work has had on me. I have only recently discovered your novels and essays and I am slowly making my way through your back catalogue. I have much to catch up on.I have been especially drawn to your short story `Down at the Dump’.
A number of elements in this story have reminded me of my childhood, with many memories flooding back to my mind. Some that had been long forgotten.
My grandmother had a front yard full of pixies, however unlike Myrtle, did not have us kids trained to cover them up when it rained. I do recall though spending summers at her house and helping repaint the ones that had faded due to the sun’s exposure. Grandma, like Myrtle was always seemed highly-strung and serious. She did not like to laugh. Her sister, who lived in the house next door, on the other hand was always full of life, beer in hand and ready to have a good time. Like Daise, she loved her garden and would spend hours attending to the flowers. My mother said she got her love of gardening from her Aunt.
I was extremely moved by the relationships between all the characters, in particular that of Daise and Ossie. The scene when Daise invites Ossie into her bed and she helps him ease his cramping legs is such a tender moment that elevates their relationship. Both characters are clearly `in the moment’ and portray a feeling of something more than just a mere sexual encounter. A moment that perhaps helps Ossie reclaim his lost manhood.
The most moving part of the story comes shortly afterwards-
“…to drown would have been worth it.”
The knowledge contained in that sentence has left me reeling. It is perhaps the most beautiful line I have ever read in my life.
Thank you Mr White for sharing your stories and your words. Your view on Australian life and its people I find very honest and unique and I look forward to uncovering more of your work.