Chapters (68)
- Dedication
- Clancy of The Overflow
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
Yet as he looked at the catalogues, and the magazines that Maria forwarded to them too, he began to see their contents were not merely fripperies for the women who would read them. The magazines spoke of civilisation in the wilderness, of comfort and, yes, of fashion. But more importantly they offered ways to express love and partnership: how a woman could create a home from a bark hut, and a man show his love by providing the means to buy a gilded clock for the mantelpiece, or a beaded stool.
It was only after weeks of trying to get his wife to show interest in any of the objects on the pages that she finally looked — really looked — at a set of china dogs, Mama, Papa and six puppies barking, sneaking, heads resting on their paws. Finally she spoke. ‘Really, Clancy, those are totally bourgeois. No one with any taste could even think of buying anything from catalogues like these.’
She stood and left him then, to wait for him in their bedroom, where he would undo the buttons on the back of her dress so she could change for bed — she needed assistance to wear even the simplest of her country dresses, faded now by sunlight and washing with coarse soap.
He sat, staring at the magazines, then put the whole lot out in the pile to be torn up for lavatory paper and hooked onto the wire in the dunny. For the first time he realised that even though his wife liked Maria, perhaps even loved her, had never recoiled from her deformity, she had not respected her.
Bourgeois. Maria was bourgeois. This house, at its best — whether under Maria’s past care or Flora’s in the future — would be bourgeois.
And any house that — rain willing — he might provide for her in Sydney? That must be middle class too. The Clancys would not, could not, aspire to live like aristocracy again, or even the squattocracy of the Drinkwaters. There would be no butlers and no lobster puffs.
Ezekiel was already snoring. Clancy checked on Clementine, smiling in her sleep, then went to help his wife undress.
Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Kangaroo and Pumpkin Stew
The tail and back strap of the kangaroo, or the haunch, provide the best meat. Chop into small pieces. Cover with water. Boil for part of the morning. If the kangaroo is an old one, replace the water to remove the strong flavour. Add pumpkin pieces a short time before serving. Onions, parsnips, potatoes, chokos, pumpkin tendrils, dried corn or other vegetables on hand may be added too.
OVERFLOW, 1881
FLORA
Ezekiel gazed at Mrs Taylor’s kangaroo and pumpkin stew — much the colour and texture of the mess Clementine used to make in her napkins. One of Mrs Taylor’s sons had the croup, and she had let the stew burn when she went to check on him. He said, without looking at Flora, ‘You could at least learn to cook, woman.’