[9/10]
“The kindest people this side of the black stump.”
“The black stump?”
“It’s what they say around here. It just means – anywhere.”
Nevil Shute has always been interested in kindness, the sort that comes naturally in times of need from the least expected directions. His empathy, his compassion, his gentle understated depiction of emotions and integrity have pushed Nevil Shute further to the top of my favourite authors with every novel of his that I tried. The fact that he was a mechanical engineer, enthusiastic about aeronautics and sailing also helped.
I should admit also that some of his stories sit heavier on the soul than others, like those he wrote later in his literary career, after Shute’s disillusion with the social turmoil following the second world war convinced him to search a self-imposed exile to Australia. After the wholesale carnage of war and the cynical, self-serving generations that followed, Shute felt probably like an outdated relic from the past. His prose has always been characterized by a note of sadness, but now one can detect bitterness, regret and a pervasive depression at the general direction humankind is heading. “Beyond the Black Stump” is the book Nevil Shute wrote right before his most famous post-apocalyptic vision of nuclear war in “On the Beach”, a story that is also placed in Australia, as the last refuge of kindness and civilized behaviour.
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Stanton Laird is an oil engineer, something that I am more than familiar with after decades of my own in the field. As a self-made young man with plenty of talent and ambition but modest financial resources, Stanton works for one of the big corporations in prospecting and opening new fields for production. After a long stint in the desert of the Arabian peninsula, Stanton is granted a long delayed vacation with his family in mountainous Oregon before his next assignment. Between the Amazonian jungle and Western Australia, Stanton opts for the place where the natives at least speak English and heads once again for the middle of nowhere with his team of hard-hats and his seismological probes.
Western Australia is not a place for the faint-hearted. Long distances between settlements, stifling heat and frequent periods of draught coupled with lack of any reliable sources of drinking water make sure that only a few hardy families tried to settle there. Even as the government allowed some sheep stations to reach up to one million acres, most of the country remains empty and dry scrubland surrounded by bleak mountains. The complete lack of roads makes contact with the cities on the coast problematic, communications restricted with radio for emergencies.
Stanton’s perimeter is within the borders of the huge Regan station, one of the most prosperous in the area. The novel explores the clash of cultures between the comforts the Americans brought with their heavy trucks and the isolated, minimalistic, alcohol infused lifestyle of the Regans. A tentative but earnest courting begins between the young engineer and the daughter of the family. Their budding love story is fraught with pitfalls of misunderstanding and culture shock as Stanton gets to know the realities of living in the middle of nowhere and to meet Molly Regan’s relatives, a bunch of rough-cut, violent and alcoholic reprobates that may be the ‘kindest people this side of the black stump” , but take some getting used to. The founders of the station are a couple of brothers, wanted fugitives from the British authorities after fighting in the IRA during the Troubles. Between raising sheep and drinking neat rum, they pass Molly’s mother, a former bartender, between them without bothering to notify the authorities, raise a bunch of half-brothers and sisters for Molly with the aboriginal women working on the station and give shelter to an apostate priest who keeps their accounts and teaches the kids in a shed on the station.
“Do we seem like a lot of savages to you, Stan?”
He turned to her. “I guess people are the same all over.”
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The novel was published in the 1950s and some stereotypical representation of racial relations is almost inevitable, even in one of my favourite authors, a sort of casual blindness and dismissal of the aboriginal plight. With this notable exception, the eye of the writer is as always keen to the psychological profile of the frontier mentality and to the way the heart might hope for love, but the young lovers must build their nest in a place that is rife with hidden resentments and deep-seated prejudices.
To most readers the pacing of the present story will be painstakingly slow, and the lead characters bland. For me, the novel was saved by the vivid portrait of life on a station in the dry wastes of Australia, a strong resemblance to the best parts of the famous “Thornbirds” bestseller. Shute’s careful build-up of Stanton and Molly’s personalities and of their respective backgrounds really pays off in the final chapters, as the young couple moves from Australia to Oregon to meet the boy’s family and to compare notes on the two visions of the ’black stump’ or Frontier mentality. An apparent early infatuation of Nevil Shute with the technological progress of the American economy, illustrated with the numerous gadgets and household appliances that make life easier, is now counter-balanced with the small town puritanical, gossip-ridden, malevolent distrust of anything different, either in skin colour or in moral standards.
Nevil Shute still treats his characters with kindness and understanding, even when they sort of turn into bigots, but in his period of his life he has little use for optimism or happy endings. His answer to the problems raised in the novel is to give up on the so-called ‘blessings’ of civilization and to head to the last remaining unspoiled places, starting from scratch with people for whom kindness and integrity come naturally.