When Tom Pryce-Bowyer returns to his cabin in Queensland’s wet tropics to write a biography, he expects only forest animals to disturb his concentration. Then Tom is faced with another disraction: deflecting the quixotic plans of Jack, a former intelligence officer who wants to thwart the promotion of an unsavoury American general.
As he researches for his biography, he’s also forced to confront secrets about the recent atrocities in East Timor. A more pleasant distraction for Tom is Emjay, a New York publisher with whom he strikes up a whirlwind affair after their respective marriages break off.
To Tom’s dismay, his idyllic rainforest, and the life of his inquisitive neighbour – a colourful southern cassowary of mystical dimensions – both become endangered, and his late-blooming romance begins to fray…
|ISBN 9781925231168 (Australian edition, PB, 338pp);
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Cassowary Hill takes the reader on a fascinating journey: from betrayal and corruption to heroism and altruism, from frivolous flirtation to tragic high romance, from metropolitan sophistication to Thoreau-like natural simplicity… With this novel, tropical nature is not a place in which to withdraw from civilization, but [one] in which human beings… rebalance the conflicting demands made on their lives by the contemporary globalized world. This is a newly emerging sub-genre of internationalist fiction, and David de Vaux is a fine practitioner of the mode.
– Stephen Torre, PhD, Journal of Studies in the Australian Tropics
David de Vaux’s writing underscores the importance of human-animal relationships. A deep sense of place brings Cassowary Hill into the reader’s experience, embodied by an allegorical shadow character in the form of a bird. Bird enthusiasts will likely enjoy the appearances of this odd avian companion, an unforgettable presence that invites us to question the sharp line between human and animal.
– Jessica Hardesty Norris, PhD, Former program director, American Bird Conservancy
“… echoes of Greene in de Vaux’s descriptive tour of exotic locales and themoral quagmires faced by his expatriate characters.”
– Kirkus Reviews
A captivating tale of intrigue that combines comedy and romance with a trenchant commentary on imperialist atrocities in Southeast Asia. … Its philosophical musings aside, Cassowary Hill is also epic in its scope and opens an important window onto the imperialist-led atrocities and human rights violations in East Timor. At the same time, it never ceases to make the reader aware of the connections between human-engineered depredations, both political and environmental, around the globe and the precariousness of human relationships.
– Meenakshi Venkat, New York Review of Books
David de Vaux
A decade later, having disappointed his family by failing to embrace the expected patriotic, military, class and Church traditions, he attended the University of London and later the Newcastle College of Advanced Education in Australia. Along the way, he found gratification in the disciplines of Economics, Political Science, English literature and the theatre, especially Shakespeare.
He’s travelled and lived in New Zealand, the Tongan Islands, India, England, the United States, as well as Far North Queensland where he put down roots and raised three remarkable children. He has worked in five countries, on the fringes of teaching, publishing, editing, arts funding, house building, activism, theatre and writing, has produced two collections of poetry and a handful of play scripts, and short fiction. He and his second wife now live in Portland, Oregon, keeping at least one toe in his beloved Queensland.
Cassowary Hill is his first novel.
David's websiteOn Facebook Complete New York Review of Books review.
Alfred was no fool, but I had noted that he generally took life slowly, avoiding sudden movements, though he was capable of astonishing speed on occasion. A fruitarian, he was rarely faced with the need for a quick response. However, another cassowary on his turf would have been annoying, and he’d momentarily forgotten his own often-observed reflection in my kitchen window. Most of us occasionally leap before we look, and conversely we can waver too long. A cassowary will tend towards the latter behaviour. ...
As I parked outside my old workshop, I looked around at hundreds of reminders of a life shared for so long on this piece of an old farm. Where once were corn and potato fields were now outbuildings and gardens, exotic fruit trees, mature stands of eucalypts, melaleucas, grevilleas and banksias. ...
But the track, if left unattended for too long, would disappear altogether as the foliage on either side put out its lateral growth; fallen trees formed barriers, sometimes with bulky living epiphytes still attached; neighbouring trees spawned suckers in the gaps between them, and inexorably the life on either side of the track conspired to fill the space in the middle and close out the light from above.
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