Published 24 September 201027 September 2010 · Main Posts Fiction review – Equator SJ Finn Equator Wayne Ashton Freemantle Press By the time I got it together to choose a book from Overland’s list to review, I was saying: Send me over whatever you’ve got. Novels, I’ll read novels. When two arrived and I read the first two pages of each, I reluctantly chose the tome, a doorstopper as Phillip Adams would say, a 680-page weapon – if you can lift it and get enough swing to wallop someone over the head with it. But there you have it, by the time I’d hit page 100, my thumb fanning across the rest of them, I found myself lamenting there were so few. And right to the end, Equator was one of the truly unexpected joys of reading for me this year. What’s even more perplexing is that Equator is classified as magical realism, a genre I’ve never greatly admired. The idea of an omnipresent narrator being a treasure box is – despite the set-up for this needing tightening (the only time in the text, in my opinion) – a lovely one. One which, as a device, works to drag a rambling story together beautifully. It also allows Wayne Ashton to have a lot of fun with language. And that fun is contagious. It’s great to hear words he’s not only employed but constructed used in such a playful manner. Equator is not just a work of frivolity however. The big themes – the global economic meltdown, the state of the oceans, the role art plays in our world – are woven into the story, as is one of the most potent descriptions of a mother’s torment over a mentally ill son I’ve read to date. What is most powerful though, in this wide-stretching tale, is the ability to relay pearls of wisdom to the reader without a hint of twee or lecturing: What we boxes understand, what binary bagpipes cannot understand, coz I dunno why, coz I guess they’re addicted to ceremonies, is Kieran was giving the colonel that outright simple thing, the simplest of all things, and it don’t require a national holiday in Tangiers for it to happen. He was giving the colonel the honour of memory. But hold it: he had little or fuck-all control of it. Just comes and goes and vacant thoughts and idle hummings of internal silence, wafted pieces of olden crumbs getting a ride on a wind nobody knows anything about, and warm breeze under the shade of The Tree of Wishes suddenly comes up, and then goes. Scant intention and scant taste and scant scent and no control. By the time I’d finished this book I felt that I’d been across the globe and, even more impressively, that Australia was part of the world rather than, as I sometimes feel still, a forgotten younger brother who’s got some annoyingly positive attributes going for them. SJ Finn SJ Finn is an Australian writer whose fiction and poetry has been widely published in literary magazines and Australian newspapers. Her latest novel is Down to the River. She can be found at sjfinn.com. More by SJ Finn › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays First published in Overland Issue 228 28 March 202428 March 2024 · Main Posts Why we should value not only lived experience, but also lived expertise Sukhmani Khorana In the wake of this year’s International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination, I want to extend the central idea of El Gibbs’s 2022 essay on 'lived expertise' and argue that in media accounts of racism, analytical expertise and lived experience ought to be valued together and even in the same body. First published in Overland Issue 228 5 March 2024 · Main Posts Andrew Charlton’s school assignment Alex McKinnon Australia's Pivot to India exists for three reasons: so that when Andrew Charlton is interviewed on the radio or introduced on Q+A, his bio includes the phrase "he has written a book about Indian-Australian relations"; to fend off accusations that he is another Kristina Keneally engaging in electoral colonialism in western Sydney; and to help the Albanese government strengthen economic and military ties with Modi’s Bharatiya Janata Party.