BOOK REVIEWThe Wisdom of StonesbyGreg Matthews (1994)
Web Publication by Mountain Man Graphics, Australia - Southern Spring of 1996
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The following precis of the book "The Wisdom of Stones by Greg Matthews is to be found on the back cover of the HarperCollins paperpack publication:
But haunting Redlands and the three people who make it their life, is the spirit world of the Aborigines and their sacred remembering stones that seem to hold the key to people and events past and present. Against a backdrop of threatened invasion, violence and brutality, it is the mysterious stones and the bonds of friendship which endure the upheaval and tragedy of war.
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When I first started reading "The Wisdom of Stones" I had that feeling that here was no ordinary story. Greg Matthews has interwoven a great many themes into this work, and has done an excellent job of it. As we shall see in the extract of the introductory chapter referenced below, perhaps the most fundamental thread is the weaving of the Dreamtime Lore of the Australian aboriginal peoples. However, we soon find that Greg Matthews is more ambitious, and the freeflowing writing style soon leads away to bring other threads of culture and of human vision and the nature of the human spirit.
To my way of interpretation these threads include:
I found this book to be both instructive and entertaining, and would recommend that the author presents a rich gathering of issues for his readers - issues which when taken separately are of great importance and interest - and when fashioned together by insightful literary crafting into the story - The Wisdom of Stones reflects and engenders the nature of a fine appreciation of life.
Peace
PRF Brown
BCSLS {Freshwater}
Mountain Man Graphics,
Newport Beach, Australia
Early in the Southern Spring of 1996
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This had been told to M'linga when he was young, and could see and walk for himself the extent of just that small piece of country belonging to the Pitjantjatiara. To visit and revisit the places made by song, long ago in the Dreamtime, was the purpose of a man. M'linga had visited those parts of the country made available to him by his strong legs and the years of his life, and had sung again the songs that made those places, sung them so many times he could feel the places still, though his eyes now were blind. There could be no forgetting, not while the songs remained in his head. M'linga had already passed on many songs to the younger men, in preparation for his own death. This was the thing for which he lived. When all of the songs were learned by others, and the places made by those songs perpetuated by younger throats, he could allow himself to die.
But there were things behind his eyes now that had never been sung, things for which there was no place, no song, and these things puzzled M'linga. He would speak of them when he understood why it was that the unsung things were entering his head. He sat by the escarpment's edge, feeling his beard stir in the hot wind from the desert. The unsung things were doubly strange, in that they concerned whitefellas. Every part of M'linga's naked skin felt the wind from his country, and its familiarity was a comfort to him in this time of puzzling things. M'linga did not like white- fellas; they were a songless breed of creature quite unlike true people, even though they possessed arms and legs and heads. Without songs to bind them to the place of their belonging, they could never be truly human. Whitefellas had no country of their own and so had come to M'linga's country to try and make it theirs, so ignorant were they of the songs that made such a thing impossible. Without the songs of creation and existence in their heads, the white- fellas would not last for long and soon would be swept away again, back to the songless place behind the sky where they had come from.
No, he had no liking for them, and so M'linga was ashamed at the presence behind his eyes of the whitefellas, two of them, and the whitefella woman too. One of these men was known to his tribe by blood, but the woman was not. The other whitefella man was far away but drawing closer, coming from the sky's far side on a whitefella ship as white as clouds.
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ISBN 0 7322 5073 0
BOOK REVIEWThe Wisdom of StonesbyGreg Matthews (1994)
Web Publication by Mountain Man Graphics, Australia - Southern Spring of 1996
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