What is it all for, these early mornings and evenings in the park with her notebook? The bruises and the pain? She wonders about it many times, but is quiet, self-conscious. She does not spend too much time trying to answer the question. And whatever answers she comes by are less interesting, anyway, than the quality of the light at dawn, and the crash of bodies, and what she\u2019s recording in the notebook.<\/p>\n
The boys don\u2019t wonder\u2014not about her, whom they do not see, or about injuries, which happen all the time. She envies them for their obliviousness. She worships\u2014not too strong a word\u2014their hardening, growing bodies, their virility, their youth. They play footy, Australian-rules football, as if it is their birthright, and, in her view, it is.<\/p>\n
She is Helen Garner<\/a>, one of Australia\u2019s best-known writers, renowned for her unsparing novels and journalism, and for her complex view of intimacy and power relations. Garner hasn\u2019t written a stand-alone book in a decade. She hesitates to tell people she is writing one about watching her grandson playing for the U-16 Flemington Colts. \u201cI keep quiet about this,\u201d she writes in \u201cThe Season: A Fan\u2019s Story<\/a>,\u201d \u201c because I don\u2019t want people to think I\u2019m romanticising it, or to reproach me for not writing about women\u2019s footy.\u201d But she is romanticizing it, and she is certainly not writing about women\u2019s footy. Later in the book, she notes, \u201cI\u2019m surprised how many people jump to the conclusion that it\u2019s something polemical, a critical study of football culture and its place in society, informative, analytical, statistical.\u201d It is, in fact, specifically uncritical\u2014admiring, even awestruck. What she wants to create, instead, is \u201ca little life-hymn. A poem. A record of a season we are spending together before he turns into a man and I die.\u201d<\/p>\n To do this, \u201cI\u2019m going to have to find a way to efface myself, to become a silent witness,\u201d she writes. Because it is a man\u2019s world, a young man\u2019s world at that, and she is neither a man nor a young person. She is not interested in condemning men and their regimes, not now, at the end of her life. The opposite: before she dies, she wants to feel close to her grandson. She wants to take this chance \u201cto learn about boys and men from a fresh angle, to see their delicacy, their fragility, what they\u2019re obliged to do to themselves in order to live in this world, the codes of behaviour they\u2019ve had to develop in order to discipline and sublimate their drive to violence.\u201d So she watches them shove one another, and embrace one another, and yell. She notes their haircuts, the shape of their shoulders, and records their insults, grievances, their hopes and dreams. She says she does not know much about the nuances of the sport, which is hard to believe; she has been fervently following the local team for more than twenty years. But it is easy to forgive her, at least for a reader from the United States, who is unlikely to know even the basic rules. And it might as well be about American football, or hockey, or basketball, or any other activity in which people collide into one another and call it sport. What is a \u201ctorp\u201d? Who cares. What matters is the \u201ccrazed, cracked-voiced yelling\u201d when the kick soars enormously into the air: \u201cAnd \u2019e\u2019s gorn the TOOOOOORP!\u201d<\/p>\n The rich language around the game makes her feel alive. Her grandson, Amby, makes her feel alive. He is shining with life, and so are his teammates. She basks in their glow. She offers them orange slices like a supplicant: \u201cIt\u2019s an honour and a joy to serve them.\u201d At times\u2014at many times, to be honest\u2014it\u2019s all a little too much. An honor? Reading the book, I felt as skeptical as the old lefty atheist who snorts when Garner calls a stadium a \u201cshrine.\u201d But she is sincere, and she has the weight of so much history, and so many cultural legacies, behind her. She may or may not know footy, but she knows Milton and Homer. She sees her grandson and his teammates in epic terms, and writes about them with a bard\u2019s sonorous cadence. \u201cHere again tonight, hanging over the rail, I see the softness in the faces of these boys, the slenderness, still, of their bodies. How lightly they leap towards the approaching ball, present their chests and bellies to it front-on!\u201d<\/p>\n How would this go over if she weren\u2019t a nana? Not very well, I suspect, and maybe not very well anyway. Garner\u2019s an avowed feminist, but her investigations into the ways that people\u2014which is to say, usually, but not exclusively, men\u2014use sex and gender to arrange power relations have, at times, been sympathetic to men, and have not always absolved women of the roles they play. (Her book about a 1991 sexual-assault scandal at a university, \u201cThe First Stone<\/a>,\u201d is subtitled \u201cSome Questions About Sex and Power.\u201d) Even here, women don\u2019t always come out very well, if they\u2019re there at all. She tells Amby the story of Achilles, whose \u201ccold, angry mother\u201d refused to let the name of the exiled Patroclus be written on Achilles\u2019 tombstone. There\u2019s a \u201cwoman in black\u201d who mysteriously ignites a brawl. \u201cGirls,\u201d Amby says at one point, \u201cthe bane of my existence.\u201d At one point, he tells his nana that he called someone on the field \u201ca cunt\u201d in a match. \u201cWas he offended?\u201d Garner asks. \u201cI don\u2019t think so,\u201d Amby replies. Was she offended? She never says.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"What is it all for, these early mornings and evenings in the park with her notebook? 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