'The Merry-Go-Round in the Sea'
by Randolph Stow
I’ve read this
novel 3 times and it remains one of my favorite coming-of-age novels. I can’t remember the first time I
read it – perhaps when I was 15 or 16. The story of a large and
extended family, the imagery and a look at Australia through the eyes of a
six-year-old boy (Rob) which is matched by nostalgic descriptions of a time and
place long gone. I think one of the big reasons this novel is as popular today
as it was when first published in 1965 is because it takes people back to an
era where life in Australia seemed less complicated, more innocent, and the
rest of the world so far away.
For Rob and his
little friends, school closed if it was too hot, and the teachers took those
who couldn’t go home to the pool. They were free to climb trees from which one
might fall; free to dangle precariously from playground equipment and free to
experience that frisson of danger as they hurtled around in space.
Rob’s world is a perfect picture of an
Australian childhood. Rough-housing your siblings, feeling
proud of being the eldest, hiding from your parents when you get your clothes
dirty and trying to impress the kids who are just that little bit older are the things we all do growing up, and it’s these small, relatively mundane
things that make this story work so well.
The story begins
in 1941 in the early years of WWII and is told from the point of view of Rob
Coram, a six-year-old who lives with his extended and well-to-do family in
Geraldton, WA. Rob's childhood is full of glorious freedoms to roam the town,
the beach and the farmlands around Geraldton oblivious to the war, until it
claims his adored older cousin Rick.
But for Rob, the idea of war is remote. Yes, the maid vanishes,
there are air raid trenches in the tennis court, and his father goes
away to man the garrison in Perth, but Rob – who doesn’t even realise
that the place Australia is where he himself lives – is too young to
understand. The story follows Rob as he
grows up in Geraldton, Western Australia, and begins to understand the concepts
of war, countries and his homeland.
Rick is held
prisoner as a POW in Thailand. His experiences are sprinkled through the text
in the form of brief, drastic and horrible episodes. When Rick returns to
Australia, carrying with him the nightmarish memories of his internment, Rob,
now 14 rejoices and lavishes care and attention on his hero. But Rick is
changed. He plans to move away, leaving the devastated Rob to move onto his
next stage in growing up.
One of the most powerful
remarks comes from Rob - He followed, crunching the big dry leaves. He was
thinking of time and change, of how, one morning when he must have been quite
small, he had discovered time, lying in the grass with his eyes closed against
the sun. He was counting to himself'. He counted up to sixty, and thought: That
is a minute. Then he thought: It will never be that minute again. It will never
be today again. Never.
It will
never be that minute again. It will never be today again. Never.
The
symbol of the merry-go-round is more than just a symbol of childhood fun. It
represents life through the eyes of childhood. It goes on forever, it’s
constant and smooth.
There is a jolt when another child jumps on the merry go round. Here’s an extract “The boy’s life had no progression, his days led nowhere. He woke in the morning in his room, and at night he slept: the wheel turning full circle, the merry-go-round of his life revolving. There had been a jolt, with Rick’s going, but the grief faded, and the merry-go-round had bumped, jolting a little on its iron stays, and then grown steady again and gone on turning.”
There is a jolt when another child jumps on the merry go round. Here’s an extract “The boy’s life had no progression, his days led nowhere. He woke in the morning in his room, and at night he slept: the wheel turning full circle, the merry-go-round of his life revolving. There had been a jolt, with Rick’s going, but the grief faded, and the merry-go-round had bumped, jolting a little on its iron stays, and then grown steady again and gone on turning.”
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