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Twenty years ago, when I first arrived on the plains, I kept my eyes open. I looked for anything in the landscape that seemed to hint at some elaborate meaning behind appearances. There is no book in Australian literature like The Plains. In the two decades since its first publication, this haunting novel has earned its status as a classic. A nameless young man arrives on the plains and begins to document the strange and rich culture of the plains families. As his story unfolds, the novel becomes, in the words of Murray Bail, ‘a mirage of landscape, memory, love and literature itself’.
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An unexpectedly pleasant flight read for a plotless novel. My only point of reference for plains is the Canadian prairie which I guess is close enough. To be honest not really sure wtf I read but I liked it.
I am not sure what I have just read. This is a very strange little novel, plotless, but with writing that is astonishingly clever and at times very witty. Somewhere in Australia is a place called The Plains with descriptions written that gave this reader a sense of wide open spaces, the colours of sunlight and sprawling meticulously well-kept homesteads inhabited by wealthy patriarchal lovers of the arts who live for philanthropy.
Recommended to the esoteric and philosophically minded.