Author: Deborah Burrows
The year is 1943 and there is a World War raging. Perth is plastered with propaganda posters and in the midst of an American invasion with troops stationed permanently in the city.
I went into this book with an open mind and a deliberate lack of expectations. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to be letting myself in for so I wanted to be open to all eventualities.
Perth is pumping, there are lots of parties and lots of dancing. The women in Perth are having a ball living it up with the American troops; they have more of everything and are extremely generous with the Australians that welcome them.
Meg Eaton isn’t enjoying anything about the war as she struggles back from the heartbreak of losing her love to the war. And then everything changes the day she discovers a body in the neighbour’s back yard, and meets the older brother her lover idolised.
The discovery of the body changes everything in this quiet little street, it starts to show people in a different light and demonstrate the discrimination faced by minority groups. Discrimination is present all the time, we see it even today in many different forms, but it seems that in times of war it becomes even more pronounced. All are judged on the actions of some. Men born in Australia of Italian parents are branded Italians, stereotyped and judged on the basis of their parentage, because the Italians are not fighting with the Australians in this war.
The discovery of Doreen’s body is the turning point for many people involved in this story and from this point on we delve into the lives of Perth natives and their American visitors throughout this bloody period of history. The men who were physically injured, psychologically damaged, those left behind by the men who didn’t make it home and the soldiers trying to make it bearable far from home.
On the surface this book is the story of a murder investigation in a quiet street where everybody knows everybody else, a street steeped in a sense of community where in most cases everyone feels at least a slight sense of responsibility for their neighbours.
It is also the story of a generation of men who faced horrors that defy understanding by those of us who never faced it, a tribute to their bravery and the demons that those who made it home had to live with for all of their days.
And it’s the story of corruption, addiction and deception that runs rife in a society plagued by rationing and conscription on their struggle back from the depression.
Of course there are also elements of romance so this books really does have a bit of everything.
If you are interested in the modern history of our country and the every day lives of people in a city affected by war but not in the first line of defence then I think this is a book you will enjoy. It was interesting to picture a Perth of today as it would have been during WWII, still struggling back from the depression.
The mystery and piecing together the puzzle of the murder captured me. The immediate finger pointed at the husband for reasons I won’t go into, by the police and the community. It is just that trusting Meg believes better of him and undertakes some sleuthing of her own.
Deborah Burrows has taken a dark time in our history and brought it to life in a way that I wasn’t expecting. The characters are vivid and I can actually picture Lagrange in his khakis, more so than the Americans in their tailored uniforms.
My blurb went missing… so now I have to bring you a new one. One that is a little broader too.
I devour books, vampires and supernatural creatures are my genre of choice but over the past couple of years I have broadened my horizons considerably.
I inhale music, hair metal that satisfies my inner bogan is where my musical passion lies, but again I’ve been exposed to lots of different music I wouldn’t normally listen to and have broadened those horizons also.
In a nutshell – I love to write! I love interacting with a diverse range of artists to bring you interviews.
Perhaps we were perfect before – I LOVE WORDS! Reading, writing, speaking, listening – if it’s got words I’m there!