Chapters (29)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Preface to the New Edition
- Contents
- Map
- 1 On Wings of Poesy
- 2 Shiklone Troicee and After
- 3 Bungle Bungle
- 4 Arse-End Charlie
- 5 Umpie Bong
- 6 Neither an Ong nor a Mo
- 7 Et in Arcadia Nos
- 8 Lost Orisons
- 9 Granny Apples
- 10 The Town with a HEART of Gold
- 11 A Roomette with a View
- 12 Ich Hatt’ Einst Ein Schön’ Vaterland
- 13 Wher. Edna. Laide. Me
- 14 ‘An Interesting Place With Lots of Sandhills’
- 15 Mintja
- 16 Ghostbusting
- 17 The Townsville Hoist
- 18 Gone Troppo
- 19 The Expulsion From Paradise
- 20 Found! – The Spangled Drongo
- About the Author
- By the Same Author
- Copyright Page
- Adverts
50% of the locals have VD
Screw the ones that cough.
I didn’t know how this academic community could ever find sex droll again. It – or rather the imputation of it – had put an end to Orr’s career, and prematurely to his life. Before I left Hobart I met somebody who had been a student at the time of the fracas and had written a little poem, while it was happening, in the Prof’s support. He still remembered it. It went –
Here’s to the man
Who knocked off Susan.
Good old Orr.
There should be more.
When I wasn’t tearing across, across, across Tasmania I sat in libraries. I bought wildlife posters and collections of songs that had been sung by blockaders on the Franklin. I bought official publications relating to censues and megawattage. When I climbed on to the plane at last I was laden with reference books.
‘Well?’ Ros asked when I returned.
‘Tasmania? It looks like a large golf course,’ I said.
She waited for more but there wasn’t any. That was it. That was all I had to say.
I’d learnt a truth about myself. I couldn’t travel on my own. I actually didn’t see anything unless I was talking. Or listening. There is of course no world that is purely and objectively out there. Every voyager paints and peoples his own landscape. One sees only trains, another only history, another only himself. Now I knew what kind of traveller I was. I journeyed to the centre of dialogue; wherever it was I thought I’d been I’d never in fact set a foot outside conversation.
About the Author
About the Same Author
An award-winning writer and broadcaster, HOWARD JACOBSON was born in Manchester, brought up in Prestwich and was educated at Stand Grammar School in Whitefield, and Downing College, Cambridge, where he studied under F. R. Leavis. He lectured for three years at the University of Sydney before returning to teach at Selwyn College, Cambridge. His novels include The Mighty Walzer (winner of the Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize), Kalooki Nights (longlisted for the Man Booker Prize), the highly acclaimed The Act of Love and the Man Booker Prize 2010-winning The Finkler Question. His most recent book is a work of non-fiction, Whatever It Is, I Don’t Like It. Howard Jacobson lives in London.
By the Same Author
By the Same Author
Fiction
Coming From Behind
Peeping Tom
Redback
The Very Model of a Man
No More Mister Nice Guy
The Mighty Walzer
Who’s Sorry Now?
The Making of Henry
Kalooki Nights
The Act of Love
The Finkler Question
Non-fiction
Shakespeare’s Magnanimity (with Wilbur Sanders)
Roots Schmoots: Journeys Among Jews
Seriously Funny: From the Ridiculous to the Sublime
Whatever It Is, I Don’t Like It
Copyright Page
First published in 1987 by Hamish Hamilton
This electronic edition published in 2011 by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc
Copyright © Howard Jacobson, 1987 & 2011