The Ancestor Game

by Alex Miller

Book Overview

In the winner of Australia's top prize for fiction, three central characters explore their family histories over the centuries and across the continents, revealing the connections they share and... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1741142261
• ISBN13: 9781741142266
• Release Date: September 2003
• Publisher: Allen & Unwin
• Length: 312 Pages
• Weight: 0.65 lbs.
• Dimensions: 7.7" x 0.9" x 5.2"

Customer Reviews

"I am in the secret place I once knew in my imagination."

"The ancients of all nations understood that we don't belong anywhere real. They understood that the mystery of life, the paradox of our existence, is located in that charged space between the present reality of our individual life and the dream of the immortality of our species. It's the Phoenix, among the mythical beasts, which embodies this paradox for both the occidental and the oriental worlds alike." (p.259) Winner of Australia's coveted Miles Franklin Award more than decade ago, Alex Miller's "The Ancestor Game" is probably still the post-colonial novel par excellence. Recently returned to Australia after his father's death in England, Steven Muir sets out to write a series of biographical sketches from the life of his friend, the Chinese-Australian artist and collector Lang Tzu. His sources include a memoir from one of Lang's relatives who spent her life in the sprawling Melbourne mansion he now calls home, and the diaries of Lang's family doctor from Shanghai, the expatriate German August Speiss, translated by his daughter Gertrude. Weaving extracts from these sources, Muir's biographical sketches, and the contemporary story of Steven, Gertrude and Lang, Miller's novel becomes a mesmerizing tour through early twentieth-century China, the International Settlement, the Ballarat goldfields and 1976 Melbourne. Yet this isn't some melodramatic historical potboiler. Indeed, some detractors have criticised this novel for lacking an engaging plot. While this isn't entirely true - the vignettes are well-plotted and the novel's climax is one of the most unexpected and effective I've ever read - Miller's novel isn't about telling a single compelling story. It just doesn't proceed that way, nor could it. This novel does its work by an arrangement which is non-linear, which relies more on echoes and resonances, on the reader noticing the symbolism of objects and episodes and the near-perfect craftsmanship in the construction of every scene. Miller clearly enjoys the visual arts, and that's an apt way of thinking about the way this novel is structured: like a series of paintings, only a few of which are "thrilling", but which make an incredibly powerful statement when viewed together. If you're bored by this approach, stick with it. Read slowly, read carefully. Read it again (you'll want to). Miller has plenty interesting to say about the notion of "extraterritoriality", colonialism, storytelling, and the way we antipodeans forge our identities with, or against, the claims of ancestry.