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In 1806 William Thornhill, an illiterate English bargeman and a man of quick temper but deep compassion, steals a load of wood and, as a part of his lenient sentence, is deported, along with his beloved wife, Sal, to the New South Wales colony in what would become Australia. The Secret River is the tale of William and Sal’s deep love for their small, exotic corner of the new world, and William’s gradual realization that if he wants to make a home for his family, he must forcibly take the land from the people who...
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Overview


In 1806 William Thornhill, an illiterate English bargeman and a man of quick temper but deep compassion, steals a load of wood and, as a part of his lenient sentence, is deported, along with his beloved wife, Sal, to the New South Wales colony in what would become Australia. The Secret River is the tale of William and Sal’s deep love for their small, exotic corner of the new world, and William’s gradual realization that if he wants to make a home for his family, he must forcibly take the land from the people who came before him. Acclaimed around the world, The Secret River is a magnificent, transporting work of historical fiction.
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“Magnificent . . . Grenville’s psychological acuity, and the sheer gorgeousness of her descriptions of the territory being fought over, pulls us ever deeper into a time when one community’s opportunity spelled another’s doom.” —The New Yorker

“Unforgettable…A masterwork.” –Chicago Tribune

“Grenville [writes] with such inventive energy, descriptive verve and genuine love of revitalizing history that you’ll bite the hand that tries to haul you away from this book…[it] is fabulous historical fiction.” –The Australian

Ron Charles
The most remarkable quality of Kate Grenville's new novel is the way it conveys the enormous tragedy of Australia's founding through the moral compromises of a single ordinary man. The Secret River reminds us that national history may be recorded as a succession of larger-than-life leaders and battles, but in fact a country arises from the accretion of personal dreams, private sacrifices and, often, hidden acts of cruelty.
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Orange Prize-winning Grenville's Australian bestseller is an eye-opening tale of the settlement of New South Wales by a population of exiled British criminals. Research into her own ancestry informs Grenville's work, the chronicle of fictional husband, father and petty thief William Thornhill and his path from poverty to prison, then freedom. Crime is a way of life for Thornhill growing up in the slums of London at the turn of the 19th century-until he's caught stealing lumber. Luckily for him, a life sentence in the penal colony of New South Wales saves him from the gallows. With his wife, Sal, and a growing flock of children, Thornhill journeys to the colony and a convict's life of servitude. Gradually working his way through the system, Thornhill becomes a free man with his own claim to the savage land. But as he transforms himself into a trader on the river, Thornhill realizes that the British are not the first to make New South Wales their home. A delicate coexistence with the native population dissolves into violence, and here Grenville earns her praise, presenting the settler-aboriginal conflict with equanimity and understanding. Grenville's story illuminates a lesser-known part of history-at least to American readers-with sharp prose and a vivid frontier family. (May) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In this follow-up to her Orange Prize-winning The Idea of Perfection, Australian writer Grenville turns to her own family history for inspiration. To depict the settling of her native land, Grenville focuses on William Thornhill, an illiterate bargeman driven to steal to survive hard times in London. When his death sentence is commuted to extradition to New South Wales (which would later become Australia), Thornhill and his growing family again find themselves struggling to make ends meet. When Thornhill tries to pull himself up in the world by laying claim to a plot of land along the Hawkesbury River, he finds himself at war with the native people. The narrative offers a fascinating look at the uneasy coexistence between the settlers and the aborigines, as well as at the internal pressures of a marriage where husband and wife nurture contradictory dreams. Thornhill and his wife, Sal, are interesting and complex characters, and the story builds in intensity toward an inevitable climax. Recommended for all libraries.-Evelyn Beck, Piedmont Technical Coll., Greenwood, SC Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-William Thornhill, a boatman in pre-Victorian London, escapes the harsh circumstances of his lower-class, hard-scrabble life and ends up a prosperous, albeit somehow unsatisfied, settler in Australia. After being caught stealing, he is sentenced to death; the sentence is commuted to transportation to Australia with his pregnant wife. Readers are filled with a sense of foreboding that turns out to be well founded. Life is difficult, but through hard work and initiative the Thornhills slowly get ahead. During his sentence, William has made his living hauling goods on the Hawkesbury River and thirsting after a piece of virgin soil that he regularly passes. Once he gains his freedom, his family moves onto the land, raises another rude hut, and plants corn. The small band of Aborigines camping nearby seems mildly threatening: William cannot communicate with them; they lead leisurely hunter/gatherer lives that contrast with his farming labor; and they appear and disappear eerily. They are also masterful spearmen, and Thornhill cannot even shoot a gun accurately. Other settlers on the river want to eliminate the Aborigines. The culture clash becomes violent, with the protagonist unwillingly drawn in. The characters are sympathetically and colorfully depicted, and the experiencing of circumstances beyond any single person's control is beautifully shown.-Judy McAloon, Potomac Library, Prince William County, VA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A riveting narrative unfolds into a chilling allegory of the mechanics and the psychology of colonialism in the veteran Australian author's rich historical novel. In a follow-up to her Orange Prize-winning The Idea of Perfection (2002), Grenville reaches back to Australia's origins, in an expansive tale similar in plot and theme to Patrick White's 1976 masterpiece, A Fringe of Leaves. It's the story of William Thornhill, a London bargeman who turns to petty crime after an impoverished childhood and when marriage and paternity severely test his survival skills. Sentenced to death for theft (he stole a load of wood), he receives a commutation of his sentence thanks to the emotional importunings of his devoted wife Sal, and when he is "transported" to New South Wales as a convict laborer, William's family dutifully accompanies him. Australia beckons as a land of opportunity, though the hamlet of Sydney is at this time (1806) little more than a cluster of crude huts. William adapts to this strange new environment, following the examples of other convicts and fortune-hunters, and stakes out a parcel of land (shaped, with fine symbolic irony, like a man's thumb), grandly naming it Thornhill's Point. Then things begin unraveling. Native aborigines who already inhabit the land, and to whom the concept of ownership is utterly alien, are initially passive, then resentful, eventually confrontational. Misunderstandings crop up and multiply, and subsequent actions lead to a horrific massacre-in which William grimly, reluctantly participates. His "triumph" is plaintively contrasted to the stoical endurance of the aborigine Jack, the lone survivor of the massacre, who possesses a primal connection tothe land and its spirit that William's act of "ownership" can never displace. No fingers are pointed: We understand only too well what brought these people together and then thrust them apart, and the story's resolution achieves genuine tragic grandeur. Grenville's best, and a giant leap forward.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781841959146
  • Publisher: Canongate U.S.
  • Publication date: 3/28/2007
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 153,687
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

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The Secret River



By Kate Grenville


Grove Atlantic, Inc.


Copyright © 2006

Kate Grenville

All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-84195-797-6



Chapter One


The Alexander, with its cargo of convicts, had bucked over the face of the ocean for
the better part of a year. Now it had fetched up at the end of the earth. There was no lock
on the door of the hut where William Thornhill, transported for the term of his natural life
in the Year of Our Lord eighteen hundred and six, was passing his first night in His
Majesty's penal colony of New South Wales. There was hardly a door, barely a wall:
only a flap of bark, a screen of sticks and mud. There was no need of lock, of door, of
wall: this was a prison whose bars were ten thousand miles of water.

Thornhill's wife was sleeping sweet and peaceful against him, her hand still
entwined in his. The child and the baby were asleep too, curled up together. Only
Thornhill could not bring himself to close his eyes on this foreign darkness. Through the
doorway of the hut he could feel the night, huge and damp, flowing in and bringing with
it the sounds of its own life: tickings and creakings, small private rustlings, and beyond
that the soughing of the forest, mile after mile.

When he got up and stepped out through the doorway there was no cry, no guard:
only the living night. The air moved around him, full of rich dank smells. Trees stood tall
over him. A breeze shivered through the leaves, thendied, and left only the vast fact of
the forest.

He was nothing more than a flea on the side of some enormous quiet creature.

Down the hill the settlement was hidden by the darkness. A dog barked in a tired way
and stopped. From the bay where the Alexander was anchored there was a sense of
restless water shifting in its bed of land and swelling up against the shore.

Above him in the sky was a thin moon and a scatter of stars as meaningless as spilt
rice. There was no Pole Star, a friend to guide him on the Thames, no Bear that he had
known all his life: only this blaze, unreadable, indifferent.

All the many months in the Alexander, lying in the hammock which was all the
territory he could claim in the world, listening to the sea slap against the side of the ship
and trying to hear the voices of his own wife, his own children, in the noise from the
women's quarters, he had been comforted by telling over the bends of his own Thames.
The Isle of Dogs, the deep eddying pool of Rotherhithe, the sudden twist of the sky as the
river swung around the corner to Lambeth: they were all as intimate to him as breathing.
Daniel Ellison grunted in his hammock beside him, fighting even in his sleep, the women
were silent beyond their bulkhead, and still in the eye of his mind he rounded bend after
bend of that river.

Now, standing in the great sighing lung of this other place and feeling the dirt chill
under his feet, he knew that life was gone. He might as well have swung at the end of the
rope they had measured for him. This was a place, like death, from which men did not
return. It was a sharp stab like a splinter under a nail: the pain of loss. He would die here
under these alien stars, his bones rot in this cold earth.

He had not cried, not for thirty years, not since he was a hungry child too young to
know that crying did not fill your belly.

But now his throat was thickening, a press of despair behind his eyes forcing warm
tears down his cheeks.

There were things worse than dying: life had taught him that. Being here in New
South Wales might be one of them.

It seemed at first to be the tears welling, the way the darkness moved in front of him.
It took a moment to understand that the stirring was a human, as black as the air itself.
His skin swallowed the light and made him not quite real, something only imagined. His
eyes were set so deeply into the skull that they were invisible, each in its cave of bone.
The rock of his face shaped itself around the big mouth, the imposing nose, the folds of
his cheeks. Without surprise, as though he were dreaming, Thornhill saw the scars drawn
on the man's chest, each a neat line raised and twisted, living against the skin.

He took a step towards Thornhill so that the parched starlight from the sky fell on his
shoulders. He wore his nakedness like a cloak. Upright in his hand, the spear was part of
him, an extension of his arm.

Clothed as he was, Thornhill felt skinless as a maggot. The spear was tall and
serious. To have evaded death at the end of the rope, only to go like this, his skin
punctured and blood spilled beneath these chilly stars! And behind him, hardly hidden by
that flap of bark, were those soft parcels of flesh: his wife and children.

Anger, that old familiar friend, came to his side. Damn your eyes be off, he shouted.
Go to the devil! After so long as a felon, hunched under the threat of the lash, he felt
himself expanding back into his full size. His voice was rough, full of power, his anger a
solid warmth inside him.

He took a threatening step forward. Could make out chips of sharp stone in the end
of the spear. It would not go through a man neat as a needle. It would rip its way in.
Pulling it out would rip all over again. The thought fanned his rage. Be off! Empty though
it was, he raised his hand against the man.

The mouth of the black man began to move itself around sounds. As he spoke he
gestured with the spear so it came and went in the darkness. They were close enough to
touch.

In the fluid rush of speech Thornhill suddenly heard words. Be off, the man was
shouting. Be off! It was his own tone exactly.

This was a kind of madness, as if a dog were to bark in English.

Be off, be off! He was close enough now that he could see the man's eyes catching
the light under their heavy brows, and the straight angry line of his mouth. His own
words had all dried up, but he stood his ground.

He had died once, in a manner of speaking. He could die again. He had been stripped
of everything already: he had only the dirt under his bare feet, his small grip on this
unknown place. He had nothing but that, and those helpless sleeping humans in the hut
behind him. He was not about to surrender them to any naked black man.

In the silence between them the breeze rattled through the leaves. He glanced back at
where his wife and infants lay, and when he looked again the man was gone. The
darkness in front of him whispered and shifted, but there was only the forest. It could
hide a hundred black men with spears, a thousand, a whole continent full of men with
spears and that grim line to their mouths.

He went quickly into the hut, stumbling against the doorway so that clods of daubed
mud fell away from the wall. The hut offered no safety, just the idea of it, but he dragged
the flap of bark into place. He stretched himself out on the dirt alongside his family,
forcing himself to lie still. But every muscle was tensed, anticipating the shock in his
neck or his belly, his hand going to the place, the cold moment of finding that
unforgiving thing in his flesh.

(Continues...)





Excerpted from The Secret River
by Kate Grenville
Copyright © 2006 by Kate Grenville.
Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2011

    Prose not at All Prosaic

    Kate Grenville writes superbly, not a word too much, too little or out of place. The rhythm of her sentences sweeps you along in this dark but feeling novel. She takes you from the horror of 19th century England's underclass, always a step away from doom to the more hopeful lives of the condemned to be transported to Australia. Life is hard there, too, but the future has possibilities. However, horror resides in Australia too when two cultures come into contact, neither of which can understand a whit of the other Grenville doesn't preach or moralize. She shows it all objectively and breaks your heart in the telling.

    I predict this talent will endure. This should become part of the canon of novels read in lit classes and creative writing ones

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2012

    Good read

    This book was easy to read and provided some interesting facts about Australia.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2011

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    A good read

    An interesting story.I thought that the author did a very good job by coming up with such a fascinating story.The plot is so entertaining and thought-pricking, yet sad and intriguing at the same time. I loved every chapter of it. The lessons are so many as well. Eventhough I do accept the saying that "Where it goes well with me, there is my fatherland",this book opens the door to the conflicts that must be resolved for those settling in new lands and the indegenious people receiving them.Usurper and Other Stories,Carry Me Down,Triple Agent Double Cross, Nervous Conditions, Wizard of the Crows, Union Moujik also highlight this issue and provide insights from the resolution of others.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2010

    A good insight into Australian history & American history

    My ancestors were transported from England, Scotland, and Ireland to Bermuda. They later came to America This book gives excellent insight about how and why this happened. It was fascinating to discover living conditions in Great Britain in the 17th & 18th cenutries and the possibilities in the New World. The encounters with the natives of the land occupied tore my heart out.

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  • Posted January 2, 2010

    This is a very good historic novel about the early population of Australia.

    Australia was populated by English felons, some of whom were convicted of very minor crimes for which the death sentence was demanded. Not all were hardened criminals, some were petty thieves, but all were pretty hopeless about their futures. In the late 1700's and early 1800's, they were pardoned from death sentences and sent to New South Wales, which was used as a penal colony.
    What they found in Australia was not much better than what they left behind, perhaps far worse, but at least they were alive. Although they were granted clemency, they seemed to want to imitate their oppressors as they moved on in life, rather than learn from them. As they were indentured, they sought to indenture others they deemed lesser souls than they themselves.
    The Aborigines were maltreated and murdered for transgressions they probably were not even aware of since the land was theirs and they had lived on it as they chose, taking from it what they needed, until these intruders arrived. The arrival of the white man with their huts merely changed the topography but not their way of life. Very little effort was made to integrate them into the society being developed...if one could call it that, at that time.
    This book is about man's inhumanity to man. Mankind has not learned from experience when it comes to cruelty. The weak are always oppressed by the strong. It seems no matter how we mature, the same inability to get along with others who are different, still persists.
    Although the book is written well, I did not find it to be a quick read because of the use of the old English terms, popular at the time the book takes place. I found them distracting. There were many times I was unsure of the meaning and had to stop and look them up. It would have been a smoother read for me if a glossary had been provided. I did want to finish the book once I began but sometimes I felt that I was plodding through the mud and mangroves with them.
    The history of Australia drew me into the book and held me there. The hardships they faced were extraordinary, hardships that those of us in this modern age could not even conceive. It would be a better read though, if one had a little Oxford Dictionary nearby to make the reading more fluid and continuous.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2008

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    Every now and then, it is incumbent on those who come across a book that is beyond all others, to say so. The Secret River is one such book. If you have not read this wonderfully entertaining and brilliantly written book, you should read no more of this but hurry off and get a copy. You will not be disappointed by a writer who is all class. Mike from Christchurch

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2007

    The Secret River

    An interesting story.I thought that the author did a very good job by coming up with such a fascinating story.The plot is so entertaining and thought-pricking, yet sad and intriguing at the same time. I loved every chapter of it. The lessons are so many as well. Eventhough I do accept the saying that 'Where it goes well with me, there is my fatherland',this book opens the door to the conflicts that must be resolved for those settling in new lands and the indegenious people receiving them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2012

    It's okay.

    Eh, it's okay.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2009

    Thought provoking and powerful.

    Many of the women in my book group did not like the husband. I thought he was a strong character doing what he needed to do for his family. It wasn't pretty, but much of history is not. He knew they could not go back.

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