Contemporary Portraits by Murray Bail
St. Lucia, Qld: University of Queensland Press, 1975 ISBN 0702209783
I've now read quite a bit of Murray Bail, and I have to state I'm still not sure what to make of his writing. Self-consciously avant-garde in some respects, but in others very much a narrative storyteller, his novels have met with varying success, and he has also written a much-praised biography of the artist Ian Fairweather.
This collection of stories, published five years before his first novel, lean much more toward the avant-garde Bail. Some are absurd, some are surreal, not one is a mere "story". There is no real theme in the content of the stories, but there is an over-riding concern throughout the book with language - what it is, how it is constructed, and what meaning it conveys.
Several of the stories convey the sometimes absurd ways that language fails to convey meaning, and how familiar tropes can be turned inside out. When basic premises that we take for granted are turned on their head, all of a sudden one is without moorings and floating free in quite disturbing ways.
Bail is not afraid to do these things, which makes the stories always interesting if not always entertaining or understandable. It's no surprise that his most successful work (Eucalyptus) was much more mainstream in style and structure.
This one is for for Bail aficionados, but still worth reading. Brief descriptions on each story below -
Heubler
Heubler is a photographer who announces that he is determined to photograph everyone in the world, beginning with 23 specific types of people. The narrator claims he knows at least one of every type, listed in short biographies. Bail plays with meaning (the person that hears voices is a switchboard operator, the person who is beautiful and dumb can't speak, and so on). Everything about this story is absurd - Heubler's premise, and the narrator's responses.
Life of the Party
Owner of a house in a middle-class suburb, wife and kids at the beach house - he returns home and sets up a BBQ party, then climbs into a tree house to see what happens. Watches his invited friends get drunk, cook the BBQ and have a good time ("I've never been so drunk in all my life!"). As they leave he wonders if they would have had as much fun if he'd been there.
The Drover's Wife
The author recognises his wife as the subject of Drysdale's painting. She left him for reasons he can't fathom. He writes about her, what she looks like, her habits, and how her likes differed from his "she had a funny way about her". He describes when she killed a snake at a beach house they rented (homage to Lawson). He describes a trip beyond Port Augusta, where she had a cup of tea with a drover while he waited in the car.
Description of Leon Zoellner via dictionary definitions of physical attributes, compared to his attributes. Final sentence - "Words. Verbal expression; used in language to denote a thing, attribute or relation." Story shows how difficult it is to use words to actually describe those things.
Portrait of Electricity
Going through a museum dedicated to a great man, who is noticeably absent throughout (no pictures, no real sense of what he looked like). Everybody knows about him and his thoughts, but the museum (in his house?) has things like pieces of carpet he stood on etc. Final exhibits are a piece of his excreta and a telephone handset.
The Silence
Joe Tapp camps in the desert trapping rabbits. Every two weeks Norm Treloar comes in his truck to pick up the carcases. The story covers six weeks, and three visits. The first visit Norm turns up with his usual "how'd you be?" - Joe finds that Norm talks too much. The second visit Joe doesn't say anything to Norm, but Norm continues to talk. The third visit Joe hides in the sandhills until Norm leaves, and vows to do that every time the truck comes.
The Dog Show
Story of a long-running dog show where the people and dogs swap positions - the people become more dog-like in their habits and looks as the show goes on - eating dog biscuits while the dogs eat pies.
Paradise
Merv Hector is the bus driver on the route to Paradise. He is happy in life, slow but steady. He crashes the bus. He is next a lift man in an office building. He likes going up rather than down, takes his lunch on the roof. He crashes the lift, and after sleeping during a lunch break is fired. He then gets a job changing weather signs. He feels fine, so changes it to that even though it's raining...."The phone began to ring."
Ore
Wes Williams a stockbroker who falls ill while contemplating the oncoming copper boom, taste of copper in his mouth. Goes to the doctor, who tells him he has a fever. Then a section describing the doctor and some mining types (surveyors etc.) drilling into his skull for ore. He wakes up feeling better.
Cul-de-Sac (uncompleted)
Apart from the first, all paragraphs in this story are numbered, beginning at 78 through to 108. Roy Biv is a draughtsman who at first seems to be drawing a street plan for a cul-de-sac. He has blue hands and orange hair, and his watch strap is held together with rubber bands. The paragraphs seem to be a fever dream of him trying to walk to the cul-de-sac but never quite getting there, getting advice from people he meets, and observing strange things about the city (conveyor belts of rubbish running through it, live people taking shifts as statues). The final paragraph (108) seems to return to "reality" with Roy again drawing the plan.
The Partitions
Strange surreal story about a group of people walking and crawling along the top of partitions in what seems to be an endless office space. All sorts of things happen, they see all sorts of things happening. Nothing makes sense.
A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z.
A story of Kathy Pridham, working at the British Council in Karachi as a Librarian. She falls in with an Indian painter, Syed Masood, and "goes native". Masood is a drunk, and drags her away from her expat friends and lifestyle. He abuses her, and in the end she loses her job and ends up back in London. The story is also about language, about words and the meanings we attach to them.

