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¾ Read à The Plains by Gerald Murnane à Can you imagine a film that would capture the inner and outer landscape of a remote region that only exists in the minds of its inhabitants To have this definite film produced is the upmost aspiration of the narrator of this enigmatic tale when he arrives at the borderless lands of The Plains Twenty years go by and the young filmmaker, secluded in the vast library of his patron and obsessed with the idea of revealing a landscape that nobody has ever seen, debates against himself whether plainsmen are shaped by the colors, sounds and swaying shapes of The Plains or whether they are only the bearers of their authentic but intangible essence.
Murnane s allegoric, almost oneiric narrative is an ode to that blind spot that keeps alive the mystery of visibility and representation, the hazy line between reality and impression The filmmake Anyone surrounded from childhood by an abundance of level land must dream alternately of exploring two landscapes one continually visible but never accessible, and the other always invisible even though one crossed and recrossed it daily Attempting to describe the magnificence of Murnane s The Plains using language is futile Murnane writes of bewildering vistas of vistas His protagonist casts a spooling line attempting to snare meaning his catch is an illusion that can t rightly be named I m trying to piece together a plain where nothing exists but what artists claim to have seen, he says Does he succeed Wrong question.
Because I can t use words to explain the beauty of this book, I will point to another artist for simile Murnane is like Rothko As an observer of e They saw the world itself as onein an endless series of plains.
There is a basic human instinct to look for meaning in life, to open the door of reality in hopes to find of an elaborate clockwork beneath it all which we can investigate in an attempt at comprehension This quest for meaning tends to be a journey trod through metaphysical landscapesso than a shoulder to the wheel, making Art a valuable avenue for an abstract expedition into the heart of reality If any of our art and philosophical probings have given us a finite answer to life s greatest mysteries is up for debate, but it must be said that one of art s greatest assets is the findingandbeautiful ways to ask the questions Gerald Murnane s The Plains does just this by chronicling the journey of a filmmaker who has aims to loo



A man can know his place and yet never try to reach it.
Plains, Plains, everywhereTo admire the beauty, to love the words, to enjoy the journey, to respect a talent and to retain the hope of finding a rare visual on the endless stage of nature is what one can aim for after reading a book like this With every alternate sentence I encountered a sublime combination of bewildering revelation and an unremitting mystery that is usually found in the divine creations of the cosmos but what is seemingly impossible to define by others is possibly achieved by Murnane here Dreams are given the form of ambitions, ambitions have perpetuated the revival of myths and myths have further carried the task of being an invincible mediator between past and future that yields not transparent but translucent negatives when exposed to the twilight of present An ownership of interpretations is cl The Man in My Mind Who Sits in the Fields of GrassI watch the man in my mind writing with his pencil in his notebook while he sits in the fields of grass Gerald Murnane,In Far Fields , 1995 Transgressing the Boundaries Towards a Transformative Hermeneutics of Plainsmen Fiction This is a beautifully written novella Every sentence has been carefully and lovingly crafted You don t often encounter writing as good as this.
Only it contains within it a hoax view spoiler or perhaps two, if you include both those perpetrated by the author and the narrator hide spoiler Standing between the towering buildings of Musil s two volumes of The Man Without Qualities I sat on a stone staircase Having just finished the first volume I yearned for the second I thought of a break, not due to boredom but as a matter of pacing, refreshment, so as to retrieve all the treasures awaiting me in volume two I chose the thinnest novel off my shelves A hundred and ten pages A two day read I had not read Murnane before except for GR Friends M Sarki s and Proustitutes intelligent reviews and updates Nor had I ever heard of Murnania.
The front cover is, a deep blue sky fading to lighter shades of blue, into a white haze at the horizon and transitioning into varying shades of a sand brown verging on gold In block print blue lettering was the title, The Plains , and just below it, A Novel, and at the bottom Life is a journey some travel through The Plains, some through the books, some trough their dreams And the man who travels begins to fear that he may not find a fitting end to his journey I ve spent my life trying to see my own place as the end of a journey I never made.
The entire novel The Plains is this sort of a journey By its ultimate futility it reminded me of The Castle by Franz Kafka but tinged in the colours of The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges.
The main character finds himself in a library that resembles a department of the Library of Babel and which is big enough to stay there for the entire life reading books In this library I have come across whole rooms of works speculating freely on the nature of The Plainsman Many of the authors inhabit systems of thought that are bizarre, bewilderingly unfamiliar, perhaps even wilfully removed from common c Murnane, A Genius, Is A Worthy Heir To Beckett Teju Cole A Careful Stylist And A Slyly Comic Writer With Large Ideas Paris Review A Distinguished, Distinctive, Unforgettable Novel Shirley Hazzard Deeply Mysterious Yet Grounded In Familiar, Everyday Detail, This Novel Is An Alchemical Miracle, Converting Vision Into Pure Narrative In The Depths And Surfaces Of This Extraordinary Fable You Will See Your Inner Self Eerily Reflected Again And Again Sydney Morning HeraldOn Their Vast Estates, The Landowning Families Of The Plains Have Preserved A Rich And Distinctive Culture Obsessed With Their Own Habitat And History, They Hire Artisans, Writers And Historians To Record In Minute Detail Every Aspect Of Their Lives, And The Nature Of Their Land A Young Film Maker Arrives On The Plains, Hoping To Make His Own Contribution To The Elaboration Of This History In A Private Library He Begins To Take Notes For A Film, And Chooses The Daughter Of His Patron For A Leading RoleTwenty Years Later, He Begins To Tell His Haunting Story Of Life On The Plains As His Story Unfolds, The Novel Becomes, In The Words Of Murray Bail, A Mirage Of Landscape, Memory, Love And Literature ItselfGerald Murnane Was Born In Melbourne InHe Is The Author Of Ten Novels, Which Have Been Widely Translated His Memoir, Something For The Pain Was Published In MayHe Lives In Western Victoria This is a hard book to write about, and that is a good thing There are some wonderful reviews up here already and I suggest you turn to them forof a sense of the text I seem to be unable to do much but ramble a bit about the thinking it inspired for me, and this thinking which is ongoing has taken uptime than the reading itself This is, once again, a good thingTwenty 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.
My journey to The Plains was much less arduous than I afterwards described it And I cannot even say that at a certain hour I knew I had left Australia But I recall clearly a succession of days when the flat land around me seemedanda place that only I could interpret Listening t I have read superb reviews on this book and it is a wonderful description of life in Australia but it is not for me Purely words I m afraid Perhaps it is the stage of life I m going through at the moment in that I m not ready for it and maybe in the future I ve tried skim reading through the book looking for that magical literary utterance but I m unable to find it Sad, especially for me as I was really looking forward to reading this book.
To me, there are words and a further collection of words with no soul and without any meaning whatsoever to me.
An apology for not liking this book which I m sure is excellent butWell whatcan I say

Murnane s first two books, Tamarisk Row 1974 and A Lifetime on Clouds 1976 , seem to be semi autobiographical accounts of his childhood and adolescence Both are composed largely of very long but grammatical sentences.In 1982, he attained his mature style with The Plains, a short novel about a young filmmaker who travels to a fictive country far within Australia, where his failure to make a fil