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Penguin Books (1986), Edition: Reprint
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Lantana, bushy and massive, is Australia's most uncontrollable tropical weed. Inland from the Pacific coast, where the pineapple plantations grow, the lantana sprawls luxuriously. Here, too, putting up a constant fight against the weed, is the small farming community of Lantana Lane. Though they determinedly declare that farming means drudgery, misery, penury, monotony, bankruptcy and calamity - that it is, in short, a fool's game - they are all firmly and happily wedded to the land, and therefore, naturally, to the lantana. From Aunt Isabelle, part-pioneer, part-Parisienne, to Nelson the one-eyed kookaburra bird, each of the Lane's inhabitants makes their own inimitable contribution to this engaging and witty portrait of community life.
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LibraryThing member arubabookwoman
This charming Australian book presents a slice of life portrait of the families living along rural Lantana Lane. No one of the families or characters takes precedence, and there is no plot as such. Neverthless, I loved this book.
The book opens with a somewhat philosophical essay which may put some
"Now when men pry into mysteries they are called scientists, but when women do the same thing they are called inquisitive, and if we are to reprobate the inquisitiveness which began the search for knowledge, we cannot but view with some reserve the scientific genious which has so stubbornly pursued it, even into the dreadful fastness of the Atom. Eve's husband was clearly a bloke with a sluggish intellect and no ambition; we have her and her alone to thank for the fact that we now know enough to blow ourselves into small pieces. But in common justice we must bear in mind the disadvantage under which she laboured. She was not really at all inquisitive about atoms; her curiosity was directed towards quite different matters. And being entirely innocent of knowledge, she could not possibly be expected to know that all knowledge interlocks, and that fiddling with one bit disturbs the whole cohesive structure. Of course the Creator of the garden knew this very well, having just spent a solid week designing and manufacturing parts for assembly into a working model; and to see one's uniqued achievement endangered by a pair of ignorant meddlers (particularly when they have been created, merely as an afterthought, to preserve the status quo) is enough to make anyone curse."
One of the chapters describes "Meat Day." This is the day the residents take turns to go into town, pick up the mail, and do errands and shopping for all the residents of Lantana Lane. Most of the residents have difficulty managing everything they have to do when it's their turn. Gwinny, however, is an expert. That's because her mind works like this (she is watching a tennis match:
"Yes, I said I'd go to the cake stall with Aunt Isabelle (purl 5, knit2) but really need a third (I must get home in time to press Gally's trousers for tonight), and Alice can't help this year of course (knit 2, slip 1, pass slipped stitch over), so I asked Edith, Tony you better call the dogs away from the tea things (repeat this row 3 times), and she said she could come in the morning, it's thirty-love, Marge, that ball just got the line, but she has a dentist's appointment in the afternoon, look, love, Keithie's playing with a cow pat (that's two rows), Myra, the jeep just went down the Lane, so Aub should be here soon, pick up that cardigan, Lynette, it's getting trodden on, so I'll try to find someone else (three rows). Hi Sue, it's to the other side, your ad. Ken, how about lighting the fire for tea, no the games are five-four, Biddie, you served first (decrease once at the end of the next and every alternate row fifteen times) but it's a bit hard because everyone is doing something else (that cow in the Lane looks like Griffiths' Blessing), you'll find the tea in the in the biscuit tin Henry (purl 5, knit 2 together, make 1, wool forward, knit 1, purl 5, knit 2 together, turn) that was a let, Marge, I heard it touch, children come away from the tank, but I expect we will manage if we have to, yes, I brought some milk, Dick, it's on the bench in the shed, Myra, you're serving from the wrong side, yes you are, it's thirty all (knit 2, slip 1, wool round the needle, knit 1, purl 3, knit 1, repeat 3 times), it just means I can't leave the stall, see, because Aunt Isabelle gets the change mixed, Ken, don't let the children go near the fire. (I hope Tristy remembers to pump some water for the washing...)
"Gwinny can keep this sort of thing up indefinitely, and think nothing of it. She is never confused, she never forgets anything, and nothing escapes her notice. She is the only person in the Lane who is really equal to meat-day."
Gwinny is only one of the many characters who intrigued and enchanted me. Eleanor Dark is a respected Australian author who has also written a trilogy about Australia's early history, which I would like to get my hands on and read.
The book opens with a somewhat philosophical essay which may put some
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readers off. It is tongue-in-cheek, however, and well-worth reading: "Now when men pry into mysteries they are called scientists, but when women do the same thing they are called inquisitive, and if we are to reprobate the inquisitiveness which began the search for knowledge, we cannot but view with some reserve the scientific genious which has so stubbornly pursued it, even into the dreadful fastness of the Atom. Eve's husband was clearly a bloke with a sluggish intellect and no ambition; we have her and her alone to thank for the fact that we now know enough to blow ourselves into small pieces. But in common justice we must bear in mind the disadvantage under which she laboured. She was not really at all inquisitive about atoms; her curiosity was directed towards quite different matters. And being entirely innocent of knowledge, she could not possibly be expected to know that all knowledge interlocks, and that fiddling with one bit disturbs the whole cohesive structure. Of course the Creator of the garden knew this very well, having just spent a solid week designing and manufacturing parts for assembly into a working model; and to see one's uniqued achievement endangered by a pair of ignorant meddlers (particularly when they have been created, merely as an afterthought, to preserve the status quo) is enough to make anyone curse."
One of the chapters describes "Meat Day." This is the day the residents take turns to go into town, pick up the mail, and do errands and shopping for all the residents of Lantana Lane. Most of the residents have difficulty managing everything they have to do when it's their turn. Gwinny, however, is an expert. That's because her mind works like this (she is watching a tennis match:
"Yes, I said I'd go to the cake stall with Aunt Isabelle (purl 5, knit2) but really need a third (I must get home in time to press Gally's trousers for tonight), and Alice can't help this year of course (knit 2, slip 1, pass slipped stitch over), so I asked Edith, Tony you better call the dogs away from the tea things (repeat this row 3 times), and she said she could come in the morning, it's thirty-love, Marge, that ball just got the line, but she has a dentist's appointment in the afternoon, look, love, Keithie's playing with a cow pat (that's two rows), Myra, the jeep just went down the Lane, so Aub should be here soon, pick up that cardigan, Lynette, it's getting trodden on, so I'll try to find someone else (three rows). Hi Sue, it's to the other side, your ad. Ken, how about lighting the fire for tea, no the games are five-four, Biddie, you served first (decrease once at the end of the next and every alternate row fifteen times) but it's a bit hard because everyone is doing something else (that cow in the Lane looks like Griffiths' Blessing), you'll find the tea in the in the biscuit tin Henry (purl 5, knit 2 together, make 1, wool forward, knit 1, purl 5, knit 2 together, turn) that was a let, Marge, I heard it touch, children come away from the tank, but I expect we will manage if we have to, yes, I brought some milk, Dick, it's on the bench in the shed, Myra, you're serving from the wrong side, yes you are, it's thirty all (knit 2, slip 1, wool round the needle, knit 1, purl 3, knit 1, repeat 3 times), it just means I can't leave the stall, see, because Aunt Isabelle gets the change mixed, Ken, don't let the children go near the fire. (I hope Tristy remembers to pump some water for the washing...)
"Gwinny can keep this sort of thing up indefinitely, and think nothing of it. She is never confused, she never forgets anything, and nothing escapes her notice. She is the only person in the Lane who is really equal to meat-day."
Gwinny is only one of the many characters who intrigued and enchanted me. Eleanor Dark is a respected Australian author who has also written a trilogy about Australia's early history, which I would like to get my hands on and read.
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LibraryThing member NinieB
It's not really a novel in the traditional sense, but instead a collection of interdependent, connected short stories and vignettes about the inhabitants of the ten small farms on a dead-end road in rural Queensland. While pineapples ("pines") are the main crop, the farmers make ends meet with
Lantana Lane is light-years away in tone, structure, etc. from Dark's most famous novel, The Timeless Land, and its two successors. But like those it too has something to say--the differences just highlight Dark's skills and talent.
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other crops as well, such as oranges, beans, and macadamia nuts ("Bopplenuts"). Some chapters are laugh-out-loud funny, others poignant.Lantana Lane is light-years away in tone, structure, etc. from Dark's most famous novel, The Timeless Land, and its two successors. But like those it too has something to say--the differences just highlight Dark's skills and talent.
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LibraryThing member LisaMorr
Told in a series of vignettes, Lantana Lane is about pineapple farmers in Queensland living on Lantana Lane. These interesting stories about the farmers and their families are humorous, and they are interspersed with chapters describing the climate, the lantana vine, the resident kookaburra, and
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the potential road deviation. Really enjoyed this. Show Less
LibraryThing member starbox
A series of linked short stories about the residents- and life in general- for the struggling pineapple farmers of Lantana Lane in 1950s Queensland. From the local kookaburra, cyclones, men from the government...to local characters and the sense of community. I think the stories varied- some were
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really good, but the "comic" tale of Aunt Isabelle arriving was tedious... Show Less
Language
Original language
English
Original publication date
1959
Physical description
7 x 5 inches
ISBN
0140161325 / 9780140161328