Winton uses words that only someone who has had the experience of growing up or living in country Western Australia would understand, for example he uses the word “boondie” which, if you had lived in country western Australia, is word used to describe a clump of hard sand and you use it to throw it at people, “boondie wars” and because he doesn’t explain this to the reader it gave me a little smile on my face and made me feel I had some sort of relationship with the author.īefore Chapter One opens there are about two pages of prologue. From reading other Winton novels it’s easy to see that his part of the country has had a big impact on him and he has a strong affinity with his country and me being from the West makes it easy for me to relate to the novel. Winton sets this book around Perth, Western Australia, around the time of the second end of the Second World War over a span of twenty years. It's not.The title, Cloudstreet, although a bit plain, couldn’t be more appropriately named as everything that happens within the story revolves around the house nicknamed Cloudstreet. A blasted Pentecostal pig.Īlways the miracles you don't need. The pig snuffles, lets off a few syllables: aka sembon itwa. Lester looks at his retarded son again and once more at the pig. He feels a little crook, like maybe he should go over to that tree and puke. It's no language that he can understand, but there's no doubt.
We're saving him for Christmas! We're gonna eat him. Lester comes down, waving his hands.ĭon't drown the pig, Fish. There is the smell of oncoming night, of pollen settling, the sounds of kids fighting bath time. He kicks his legs up and his trotters clack together.
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