The Byron Journals tracks the questionable, alternative lifestyles of a
group of young adults in Byron Bay. His skilled writing paints a
languid, summery tone that is undercut with the uncertainty of growing
up and the bittersweet trial of identifying ourselves. The dialogue is
conversational, plot realistic, and the characters are full of depth and
humanity; together, they oscillate into crafting an honest and
perceptive novel that looks into the mind of a new generation regarding
sex, drugs, and music.
Ducrou gives some firsthand detail to the
environment of Byron Bay. His portrait is clear in the reader’s mind and
the swelling heat, the passion in the air, the music vibrating through
the streets come alive with his words. I found the novel not so much
about growing up as it is about learning to forgive ourselves and others
and letting go of the past. Ducrou hints that the two are closely
intertwined: we can’t begin to let go and move on until we’ve found
forgiveness. The realization of that notion might be the first step.
Andrew arrives in Byron Bay to escape problems at home. There he parts
with his mates and meets Heidi, who has also run away to Byron. While
their experiences in Byron help mask the issues that brought them there,
the past haunts them like a shadow, and it’s with them always.
Daniel
Ducrou has an excellent debut novel. His writing is fresh and
powerfully authentic. He stirs the pot with the twists and turns and bad
decisions only confused, experimental teenagers make. I started reading
this novel seeing comparisons to John Green’s “Looking for Alaska,”
another bildungsroman about regret, forgiveness, and looking for
life-changing experiences. The particular similarity was in Alaska and
Heidi. Both were troubled, guilt-ridden girls. But as the novel
progressed, the two novels’ differences showed and I began to appreciate
Ducrou’s book for what it is. This is a valuable addition to Australian
literature. I look forward to his next.
The first novel in Child’s brilliant collection of novels about
an ex-military police named Jack Reacher, who left the army to travel
and explore the American landscape, tied to no one and nothing. He
carries his toothbrush and his wallet and the clothes on his back.
Stephen King loves this series almost as much as I do. It is pure
escapism and man-fiction. You’ll get hooked on this series, trust me.