‘Water for Elephants’ by Sara Gruen

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2007, 350 p.

To run off with the circus is a common escapist trope, and this book too is sheer escapism. Jacob Jankowski is a veterinary science student at Harvard University in the 1930s.  His world falls apart with the death of his parents in an accident and  what had appeared to him to be financial security  unravels quickly in the wake of their deaths. Stunned by the rapid change in his life he suffers, in effect, a nervous breakdown during his exams, walks out and- yep, joins the circus.

The circus is a little self-contained world with its own castes and hierarchies. It is owned by Uncle Al, a ruthless, avaricious entrepreneur who cannabilizes other circuses that fall on hard times during the Depression, picking the best of their artists and animals to join to his circus.  One of the animals is Rosie, an apparently intransigent elephant and she, like the other animals in the circus, comes under his care.  The equestrian director, August, is cruel to both the animals and to his wife Marlena but, as with many cruel people, can be charming and obsequious as well.  And, as you might expect, Jacob and Marlena fall in love.

The story has two alternating narrative threads.  Ninety-three year old Jacob is now a widower in a nursing home, frustrated by the infantalizing and brusque treatment he is receiving.  He’s a difficult but alert  [im]patient and Gruen has written this part well.  Sometimes when there’s a double narrative like this, I find myself inwardly groaning when it switches to the thread I’m less keen on, but this didn’t happen in this book.  The circus section is obviously well-researched (and only occasionally a little too obviously well-researched) both in terms of the times and circus lore.  Our edition was liberally sprinkled with archive photos which can be seen here.

There’s also a YouTube video advertising another book that has interesting images too.

Water for Elephants is a light read; it was on the best-seller list for ages; it was turned into a film starring Robert Pattinson and Reese Witherspoon,  and I gather from all the plot summaries online, must be set on school reading lists.  The goodies are good; the baddies are bad and the ending is nicely tied up.

My rating: 8/10 for a very light read

Sourced from : CAE Book Group for the Book Group Ladies a.k.a. ‘The Ladies Who Say Oooh’

A day at Trades Hall

I’ve been at Trades Hall in Melbourne today, attending the Australian Fabians public forum “Progressive Reform Ideas for Labor’s 2015 National Conference”. There’s an article about Penny Wong’s opening address here (I’m not sure that I totally agree with her- I’m very, very wary of TPP, the influence of US corporations on the ‘agreement’, and the secrecy with which it is being drawn up).

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Very good speakers. The first session dealt with Economics and Inequality with two MPs  Claire O’Neil and Andrew Leigh MPs, John Daley from the Grattan Institute (hmmm) and Peter Malinauskas from the SDA (another even longer hmmm over their sell-out of casual retail workers in their latest enterprise agreement with the big supermarkets.)  A very tasty lunch catered by the Asylum Seeker Resource Centre, then a session on Social Democracy. Andrew Scott, who wrote Northern Lights (which I shall review when I’ve read it) spoke about social democracy in Scandinavian countries; Nick Dyrenfurth was controversial about the future of the ALP, Senator Jenny McAllister (outgoing President of the ALP)  gave one of the best thumbnail sketches of social democracy that I’ve ever heard  and Luke Hilakari (Secretary of Trades Hall Council) gave a spirited and rousing presentation about unions and election campaigns. A quick afternoon tea, then the final session on Refugee Policy with Robert Manne, Serina McDuff from the Asylum Seekers Resource Centre, and Brad Chilcott from Welcome to Australia.  Oh what a fraught, toxic policy problem it all is.

Brad Chilcott (Welcome to Australia), Serina McDuff (Asylum Seekers Resource Centre) and Robert Manne (La Trobe University)

Brad Chilcott (Welcome to Australia), Serina McDuff (Asylum Seekers Resource Centre) and Robert Manne (La Trobe University)

Anyway, the other highlight of the day for me was the opportunity to have a poke around Trades Hall.  It’s a grand building on the corner of Lygon Streets and Victoria Streets, consciously constructed as a “Worker’s Parliament”  to respond to Parliament House not far away.  Wikipedia says that it’s the oldest trade union building in the world, and it’s certainly Australia’s oldest.  The first Trades Hall building was constructed on the northern end of the site in 1859, just three years after the successful Eight Hour Day campaign of 1856.  It was a modest timber structure with a galvanized-iron roof, with the distinction of being the first building in the world to be constructed specifically for trade union business. This original structure was removed around 1917 to make way for extensions to the current building.

The current Trades Hall was constructed in ten stages between 1875 and 1925.  There’s a picture of Trades Hall from the early 20th century which really emphasizes its dominance here.

In the foyer there are beautifully painted frescoes marking the appointment of various union members to different philanthropic bodies (e.g. Eye and Ear Hospital, Children’s Hospital, Homeopathic Hospital ) on the Anniversary of The Eight Hour Day.  I suspect that it was the fiftieth anniversary.  The foyer was restored a number of years ago, but it’s starting to look a little faded.

As you go up the well-worn granite stairs, there’s an honour board commemorating the men who worked on the Eight Hour Day campaign, led by stonemasons working on Melbourne University in 1856.

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Upstairs there are the Old Council Room and the New Council Room.  The Old Council room is in very poor condition but scheduled for restoration when funds are available.  You can almost hear the shouting voices and smell the clouds of tobacco smoke.

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The ‘New’ Council Rooms need about fifty years to become worthy of preservation. At the moment, they’re just tacky.  Give it time.

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There are interesting little snippets of earlier days and old bitternesses still scattered around the place.

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They’re raising money for the restoration appeal here.

‘A Short History of Richard Kline’ by Amanda Lohrey

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 2015, 259 p.

The blurb on the back of this book describes it as “a pilgrim’s progress for the here and now”.  I can see the likenesses: Pilgrim’s Progress has Christian, its everyman character not unlike the eponymous Richard Kline in this book; Christian and Richard are both on a spiritual journey and quite frankly, just as with Bunyan’s book,  not everyone is going to want to go along the path with Richard Kline either.

Richard Kline starts his memoir by explaining that he is recording” a strange event that intervened in my life at the age of forty-two”. He is Australian and married with a young son. He has grown up and the computer industry has grown up alongside him, providing him with an affluent enough lifestyle to travel, eat out and go to conferences.  He is healthy. Yet

…I confess that for most of my life I was bored. It’s an unattractive word, boredom, and I flinch from it now, but for a long time it was the only word I could summon to describe my condition. Today I would say that for much of my life I suffered from an apprehension of lack, but one that I found difficult to put into words.  In essence it consisted of a feeling that nothing was ever quite right; something was always missing. How many of us have been dismayed by that feeling? And ashamed of it at those very moments when we ought to feel happy? We ask ourselves: what is the flaw in our being that gives rise to this discontent? (p. 3)

Peggy Lee once sang “Is that all there is?” and this book is almost that song put into prose. He’s a dessicated man, and no wonder he never cried. He is aware that he’s not feeling what other people do, and he feels cheated by that.  He turns to antidepressants in a desultory fashion, he dabbles in psychotherapy and holistic therapy. He takes up a free program in stress management offered through his work where he’s given a mantra and begins meditation. It is only when he stumbles into the Chatswood Community Centre on a Saturday morning that he encounters a Hindu saint and spiritual teacher from Tamil Nadu, Sri Mata, that he starts to thaw and to see reverence and meaning in the world around him.  He retains his scepticism and his empiricism, but he’s also confronted by what he has experienced from meeting Sri Mata.

Am I uncomfortable with this? Yes, and no.  I am myself a Unitarian Universalist, a spiritual tradition that is firmly based on the idea of lifelong searching. Therefore,  I’m open to exploring meaning- but I’m not sure that there really is ‘truth’. I liked this distinction between ‘belief’ and ‘faith’:

Belief is clinging to a set of doctrines, usually based on what someone else has said. Faith is opening the mind, without preconceptions, to whatever comes along. Faith is a plunge into the unknown. Faith is what underpins any science that’s not dogmatic. Faith accepts that we cannot know everything and can control only a little. We surrender our need for certainty (p. 210)

But I found myself squirming at this confessional genre, which  evoked for me memories of ‘witnessing’ in my born-again Christian past. It’s all there- the elation; the waves of emotion; the backsliding; the doubts. The book itself is quite simply written with short sentences. The chapters alternate between first and third person, taking the reader into Richard’s interiority then moving back to a more observational, externalized perspective. Lohrey kept me reading quite happily enough for 3/4 of the book.

At one stage the Richard character wondered if only men felt the way he did, and I wondered that too. The book is a nuanced exploration of  middle-class, white, westernized, educated masculinity, and I gaze at some of the men that I know well and wonder if they, too, are like Richard.  I think they might be.

Was he ever going to extricate himself from this quicksand of self-absorption and pique that he might be ‘missing out’? Was his wife going to leave him? Would the book take a very dark turn?  The last 1/4  is where the thread broke for me. In meeting Martin Coleby, his spiritual guide,  all of a sudden the book turned into Sophies World – a didactic text draped with characters who were merely devices. It seemed, in the end,  such a me-centred quest. I closed the book, disappointed. I really don’t know what to think about it.  It’s a brave thing, to write about meaning, emptiness, searching- or maybe that’s the easy part-  the really brave thing is to write about the answer without smugness and to take your reader along with you.

Lisa at ANZLitLovers has written a thoughtful review that I encourage you to read.  There’s another review by Deborah Stone at ArtsHub too

My rating: 7

Read because: Lisa’s review and because I’m interested in Amanda Lohrey’s work

Sourced from: Yarra Plenty Regional Library

aww-badge-2015-200x300I have read this as part of the 2015 Australian Women Writers Challenge.

‘War Pictures: Australians at the Cinema 1914-1918’

If you have another sixty-three minutes to fill in (after seeing the School Days exhibition), there’s another interesting free feature on show until 26 July 2015 down at ACMI in Fed Square.   It’s called War Pictures: Australians at the Cinema 1914-1910 and it aims to replicate the experience of cinema-goers during World War I.  Presented on a continuous loop, it is a chronological collection of snippets of advertisements, newsreels, shorts and both Australian and international films  that screened at the neighbourhood cinema in suburbs and small towns throughout Australia during WWI.  There are links to some of the film clips shown on the NFSA blog.

It’s very dark in the cinema, so you need to grope your way to the folding chairs- it’s a pity that they couldn’t source some authentic cinema chairs that have that distinct ‘cinema-y’ smell and solidity.  However, there’s a satisfying undercurrent of whispers and comments that helps provide a frisson of authenticity. The loop starts from 1914 with a notice to ladies to remove their hats (the early 20th century version of asking you to turn off your mobile, I suppose) and a rather embarrassed rendition of God Save the King (the same treatment as Advance Australia Fair today).

The majority of film clips come from 1915 and 1916 with a smattering of advertisements, many rough animations, for a “Warner’s Rustproof Corset”, “Hoadley’s Barrackville Cocoa”  and “Indasia Soap” (an interesting advertising concept given the White Australia Policy being promoted at the time).

There are several newsreels showing the Front, extracts from which we’ve seen many times.  There’s a power, however, in seeing them in a more extended form and learning that, for example, a frequently used series of images showed British soldiers, just half an hour before battle.  I wonder if people went, hoping to catch a glimpse of ‘their’ boy? Did the families of those men mown down less than an hour later see this film? Oh, the tragedy.  Again and again, there’s the silent gaze of the troops into the camera, men watching it, us watching them.  In what ended up being an unintentionally WWI-heavy day, we left the ACMI to head up to Cinema Nova to watch Testament of Youth, and there was that same steady gaze replicated for a twenty-first century movie.

The cinema was used by the government as a medium by which it could broadcast (literally) its own message, and so there are government-sponsored films and propaganda advertisements. Slides that divide the years depicted explain that cinema audiences responded with increasing cynicism and even hostility to the more heavy-handed government propaganda.  There’s a segment (silent of course) of Billy Hughes addressing an unseen crowd supporting the ‘Yes’ vote in the first referendum, with quotations from his speech interspersed between the visual clips of him speaking.

It’s on until 26th July 2015.

School Days: Education in Victoria

If you have a spare hour in Melbourne city, pop along to the Old Treasury Building at the top of Collins Street to see their exhibition ‘School Days: Education in Victoria’.  Drawn from the voluminous archives of Education Department material placed at the Public Records Office of Victoria, the exhibition runs until 31 August, open Sunday to Friday (ie. closed Saturday) 10.00 a.m. to 4.00 p.m. and entry is free.

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PROV, VPRS 14517 / P1 / Unit 17 / E82839129

Victoria has good cause to be proud of the 1872 Education Act which provided for “free, compuslory and secular” education for all children aged between 6 and 15 years of age.  It set the pattern for the education acts of the other colonies with Queensland and South Australia passing similar legislation in 1875, NSW in 1880, Tasmania in 1885 and Western Australia by 1893. Ironically, by the time the later legislation was passed, the Victorian act itself had been altered to allow more religious influence and the leaving age had been lowered to 13 years.

Prior to 1872, public education in Victoria was provided through a dual system of denominational schools run by the churches, and government-assisted schools which charged a small, but nonetheless significant, fee.  The huge increase in population during the 1850s resulted in a demographic bulge of school-aged children in the 1860s, and there was much public anxiety about the number of children not receiving any schooling.  Charitable schools had been started by Hester Hornbrook, whose ‘Ragged Schools’ followed the model of the English Ragged School Union to provide a basic education founded on biblical and ‘practical’ education.   At its peak the ragged schools educated 1000 children at twelve schools. An article from Trove in 1859 lists eight of them: one in Simpson’s Road [originally Victoria St Abbotsford/Richmond], three in Collingwood, two in Little Bourke St, one in Little Lonsdale Street [near O’ Brien Lane] and one in Prahran [a second school in Prahran was the forerunner of the present day Hornbrook Childrens Centre]. In fact, there’s a picture of one of the Hornbrook Schools in the exhibition, but taken in 1900 when it had become the Cremorne Street School in Richmond.  But by the 1860s, the anxiety about the connection between lack of schooling and crime compelled the government to step in.

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As it happened, before we went into the Old Treasury Building, we’d commented on the statue of Chief Justice Higinbotham  that stands on the plaza at Treasury Place.  I was well familiar with this statue. As a child, I used to go to an orthodontist in Harrison House, the former home of the VFL, in Spring Street. Being a strictly-brought-up child, I wasn’t allowed to say “bottom” but I was able to surreptitiously utter that naughty word by pointing out the statue of Justice “Higginbottom”.

Higinbotham was not only Chief Justice: he was also the driving force behind the Education Act of 1872 even though he was no longer in Parliament when it actually passed.  He had, however, been chair of a royal commission of enquiry into education in 1866 and from its findings, introduced a bill into Parliament in 1867 that largely anticipated the 1872 bill.  In his speech to Parliament Higinbotham made no secret of the class-based aspect of ‘free, secular and compulsory‘ education. To the working class he said:

You have accepted the vote; now, in the national interest you must accept middle class culture.  You will have to change your own way of life and adopt ours. Maybe you will find this difficult, but at least give us your children.  In fact, we will remove your children from you for several hours each day by compelling you to send them to school, where they will be imbued with middle-class culture, we will raise them from the savages that they are to become civilized human beings, and for this you should be grateful. (Bessant, 1984, p. 9)

Even though the idea of free schooling stuck in the craw of both conservatives and liberals who wanted a ‘price signal’ so that working-class parents would appreciate the schooling [some things never change], it was recognized that unless education was free, the parents they were targetting  wouldn’t send their children.

But if the government was going to make this huge financial commitment- and it was huge- then it was going to be efficient, damn it! A fundamental part of the Education Act was that it created a direct line of oversight from Cabinet to the Minister to the Schools. Control of teachers, control of students.  This is made very clear in the exhibition which focuses particularly on the position of young female teachers who were often sent to isolated schools and expected to lodge with local families who resented the imposition.  Marriage resulted in instant retrenchment.

Attendance was carefully monitored.  There are letters from parents beseeching for a school to be built in a small settlement, promising the attendance of twenty, thirty children from the surrounding district.  If a school was granted, it was likely to be built from one of the template-based designs of Henry Bastow, the Chief Architect and Surveyor who was responsible for the construction of 615 schools in five years.  The more opulent of these schools were of hawthorn brick with steepled roofs and included his favoured  neo-gothic features (you can see a video feature in the exhibition here).

I was fascinated by a video of Ascot Vale Primary School in about 1910 I suspect. It shows the school ground, assembly (complete with flag-raising and oath), marching,  ball games, folk dancing (oh, how I loathed folk dancing) and boys doing push-ups.  It all seems so physical and martial.  There’s a strap on display- a fearsome looking thing which, as a girl I never encountered fortunately.  School children joined clubs, and there are the beautiful certificates that we were given for the Gould League, for example.  Did you know that I won the state award for the Temperance exam in Grade 6 and received a beautifully embossed certificate that I wish I’d kept  (and I’ll thank those who know me not to snort with derision).  Girls knitted during the war; male teachers enlisted; female teachers donated (?) a percentage of their wages for the war effort.

It’s only a small exhibition- just two rooms- but there’s much to look at. They have a good public program of talks and events too.  Well worth a visit.

Some references:

Bob Bessant “Free, Compulsory and Secular”  Paedogogica Historica, Vol 24, Issue 1, 1984, p.5-25  [available from University libraries]

E-Melbourne website  http://www.emelbourne.net.au/biogs/EM00507b.htm

There’s a fascinating case study of a disciplinary action taken against a teacher at Baringhup State School by Carolyn Woolman in Provenance (the journal of the Public Records Office) ‘The State of Feeling in the District’ Provenance, Issue 11, 2012

Farewell, The Wuzzle

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Fourteen years ago we saw ‘young Wuzz’ take her very first breath, the first-born of a second litter of puppies, and tonight we held her as she breathed her last.  We didn’t really intend to keep her, but somehow she was the last puppy left of the litter and she just tagged along.  She always loved her ‘dolly’, a chewed toy meerkat from the Zoo (they’re expensive but last forever) and was prepared to fight her Aunt Ellie for it.  Always a good-natured, simple little dog.  Goodbye little Wuzzle.

#TBR20

I can feel new carpet coming on. Our carpet is sixteen years old and, as we live in a smallish unit, it suffers a fair bit of wear-and-tear.  Moreover, our three miniature foxies  (two aged 16, one aged 14) are entering the twilight of their lives: one in particular is very poorly and another is likely to follow that moonlit pathway quite soon. The third (and my favourite, I confess) is blind and deaf with terrible teeth and she, too, is not long for this world I’m afraid.  “After the dogs!!” I have promised myself as I grimly vaccuum the threadbare steps and the doggy stains that I hate so much.  And if we’re going to carpet, then we may as well paint while all the furniture is taken up…and all this means I NEED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE BOOKS.

I don’t actually buy a lot of books because I use my library a great deal.  I love receiving books as a present but  I’m too miserly to spend $30.00 on a weekly basis when I know that the chances of reading a book for a second time are not high.  I am, however, a sucker for the book stall at the Uniting Church fete, the new op-shop down the road, the new Little Free Library installed in the park and the Bargains table at Readings bookshop.  Then there’s Mr Judge, whose appalling library borrowing record and love of second-hand books compels him to bring home several books a week that pile up in his study, many of which I’d like to read one day (although I’ll give all the science fiction a miss).

But I really do need to READ some of these looming piles of books so that, when the new carpet beckons, I can sort out what I really do want to keep and dispense with two of the bookshelves in my cluttered and thoroughly unsatisfactory lounge room.  The TBR20 Reading Challenge sounds like a good idea to me.

Started by Eva Stalker in Glasgow, the TBR Challenge involves reading twenty books in a year from your own shelf before buying or borrowing any more. Well, eschewing the buying part should be fairly easy for me, but the borrowing not so much. As a result, I’ll blithely ignore that part of the challenge and just undertake to read twenty books that I already own by 30th June 2016. You’re supposed to sign up on Twitter with the hashtag #tbr20 but I must confess that I don’t think I know how to work Twitter. I need a young person to help me.

I’m quite looking forward to it. As far as the brand new un-read books are concerned, I obviously thought that these books were so desirable that I shelled out the money for them at some stage. As for the second-hand books, well I must have brought them home for a reason too.

Some people do several reading challenges, but I only until now have signed up for one: the Australian Women Writers Challenge.  I do try to catch up on the books that are short-listed for the major prizes, which involves reading a certain quota of new work.  The TBR challenge, however, is going to plunge me into some retro reading, I suspect. Prepare for lots of reviews of  early-twentyfirst-century books.  Doesn’t matter! I’m looking forward to it!

Medieval Moderns

MEDIEVAL MODERNS: THE PRE-RAPHAELITE BROTHERHOOD

National Gallery of Victoria (International), Until 12 July 2015

There’s a lovely small, free exhibition of pre-Raphaelite paintings on show at the National Gallery International until  12 July.  The exhibition exemplifies the fallacy in trying to carve off ‘Australian’ from ‘International’ art because it includes artists like Edward La Trobe Bateman (in Australia between 1852-69) and Thomas Woolner who worked in Australia in 1852-4 after arriving for the gold rush.  He, like Bateman, associated with the Howitt family who were the centre of cultural Port Phillip in a reminder to us of the transnational nature of artistic and cultural interests.  Many of these works- particularly those of William Holman Hunt, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Ford Madox Brown and Edward Burne-Jones- were purchased as part of the Felton Bequest.

The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood was a group of artists in the mid -19th century who eschewed the current trends in art and the increasing industrialization of production, and consciously turned to older styles of painting and imagery – hence dubbing themselves ‘pre’ the painter Raphael (1483-1520). Many of their works, created in the last half of the 19th century harked back to a quieter medieval milieu and a mythical forested, European setting. They marked their paintings with a small PRB logo in the corner. They came to the attention of the wider public through their illustrations of Tennyson’s poetry which was itself steeped in the mythological realm. Reproductions of their works were circulated throughout the Empire, with the Maitland Mercury noting on 26 September 1885 that a reproduction of Holman Hunt’s “The Shadow of Death” on show in a shop window had formed the basis of the local vicar’s “very eloquent” sermon.

An unusual window display for Maitland - Holman Hunt's 'The Shadow of Death'. I wonder what they were advertising?

An unusual window display for Maitland – Holman Hunt’s ‘The Shadow of Death’. I wonder what they were advertising?

When we were in Birmingham we heard a lecture about Lizzie Siddal, whose long red hair and pale, thin features adorn many of these paintings, and she (and others visually similar to her) can be found in several of these paintings. As well as paintings and sketches for paintings, there are woodcuts, furniture, photographs, book bindings and wallpaper produced by the PRB, marking the extension from painting into the decorative arts and production methods, especially through William Morris’ influence with his company, Morris & Co.  Men predominate, of course, but there are photographs by Julia Margaret Cameron

We downloaded a PDF of the wall-panel labels used in the display before visiting, which I thought would be a good way of avoiding having to cluster up close to the painting, squinting at writing in the dark before moving back to view the picture. Unfortunately there seems to be no order at all to the PDF- or at least, I couldn’t detect it, and it seemed to be completely unrelated to the layout of the exhibition. A good idea poorly executed.

All-in-all, it’s a lovely little exhibition that reminds us of the riches that the Felton Bequest has brought to Victoria.

What would Willis do? #3

Well, the presentation of Queensland Chief Justice Tim Carmody to a legal conference on Hamilton Island has been cancelled.

The Guardian has more.

We’ll have to continue to wait and watch.

What would Willis do? #2

A few weeks ago I made reference to the controversy swirling around the Chief Justice in Queensland, Tim Carmody.  I’m particularly interested in this, having spent the last eight years of my life working on a judge who was dismissed from his position twice, John Walpole Willis.  Willis’ dismissal was initiated by the local governor  (rather than at the initiative of the Colonial Office) and, even though the principle of judicial independence was (and is)  tenaciously held amongst judges, none of his brother judges who actually presided alongside him lifted a finger in his defence.

Before I become too excited about parallels between Willis and Carmody, a few qualifications are in order. The Tim Carmody situation is fundamentally different to that of Willis, because the complaint is that Carmody is too close to government (or at least, the recently departed LNP government), rather than too antagonistic towards government as in Willis’ case. And we need to remember that even though judges (then and now)  might put great store on judicial independence, this sentiment was not shared by the 19th century British government and the Colonial Office, who expected judges to act as a component of colonial administration rather than hold themselves separate from it.  As a colonial judge, Willis was appointed “at pleasure” which meant that the government could dismiss him at will.  British judges, on the other hand,  were appointed  “during good behaviour” which meant that there had to be cause for the dismissal (which is the case today). However, there are similarities between the Carmody and Willis situation in that here we can witness a public discussion about judicial fitness played out through the media, and that judicial peers and the Bar are  openly critical of the Chief Justice.

So, I’m watching this with great interest, finding many parallels.

When Carmody was first appointed by the Newman government in July 2014, there was already disquiet.  After a career in the Family Court (from where he had the backing of former judge Alistair Nicholson QC) he had served as Chief Magistrate for only nine months before being appointed Chief Justice. Several current and former judges and senior lawyers criticized his inappropriate closeness to the Newman government, his inexperience and the lack of support within the legal profession for his appointment.   The Saturday Paper of  5 July 2014    notes  Carmody’s open support as Chief Magistrate for the Vicious Lawless Disestablishment Act of 1213 (i.e. the VLAD anti-bikie legislation) and his announcement that judges should not use the  “weight of their office to engage in the public debate or make comments about the comparative morality or fairness” of the government’s legislation. He was strongly supported by the local Murdoch paper and the police union.  The article is critical of his track record in the Family Court and as Chief Magistrate and raises doubts over the selection process.

Stephen Kein SC and Alex McKean (National President of the Australian Lawyers for Human Rights and defence counsel for Dr Mohamed Haneef) and Alex McKean (Past Co-convenor  of the Queensland chapter of Australian Lawyers for Human Rights, barrister and lecturer at the University of the Sunshine Coast) have written a series of blogposts on the Justinian site regarding the Carmody appointment.  They criticized his appointment from the start in A Matter of Principle written on 15 September 2014. They too discussed Carmody’s inappropriate closeness with the government, quoting the former Solicitor-General Water Sofronoff QC. They note the perceived lack of eminence amongst his peers. and  criticisms about Carmody’s frequent declarations of independence in the media.  In relation to Carmody’s insistence that judges should keep quiet about government legislation, they cite both Tony Fitzgerald QC and Geoffrey Robertson QC, who take an opposing stance.  They then go on to discuss the stance of Christopher Dore, editor of the Courier-Mail, who wrote several editorials in support of Carmody.

On 30 March 2015 they returned to the issue with  Chief Justice of Queensland-Addressing the Dilemma. They noted  Judge Margaret McMurdo also faced criticisms of lack of experience when she was elevated to the second highest judicial position in Queensland, the President of the Court of Appeal. She, however, has become widely respected.  Justice Wilson’s speech (that I wrote about here) is also discussed, and especially his accusation that Carmody had questioned  the roster system  used for allocating judges to the court of disputed returns, and then tried to influence the randomly appointed judge.  As Graham Orr explains in an article in the Brisbane Times of 28 March 2015 , this was a particularly delicate matter when it appeared that the electoral seat of Ferny Grove might be decided in the courts after the Queensland election where the LNP government was turfed out after one term.

The next day (31 March) they addressed the issue again with their blogpost Queensland CJ leaps to his own defence.  They noted criticisms that Carmody had been too often absent from the bench, they turned again to the Court of Disputed Returns, and briefly mentioned the position of the senior judge administrator, whom Carmody had sacked.

Since then, there has been controversy over contact between Carmody and Bravehearts campaigner Hetty Johnson in regard to the appeal case of the murderer of  Daniel Morcombe  discussed in the Guardian article http://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2015/may/07/tim-carmody-recuses-himself-from-appeal-by-daniel-morecombe-killer on 7 May 2015. In late April, Hetty Johnson accused Carmody’s critics of being “petulant“.

The Chief Justice is currently on sick leave for a back condition, but on 25th May he announced to the Australian newspaper that he had offered to resign on condition that a judicial commission be established.  However, an article by Mark Bahnisch in the Guardian on 26 May asserts that Tim Carmody can’t demand reform as part of his severance package. Meanwhile, the Chief Justice will be giving the opening address at the North Queensland Law Association Conference this coming Friday 29 May where he will lay out his “vision” for the courts and, according to a Brisbane Times article, “expand on his issues with the judiciary and particular members of it”.

I’ll be very interested to read what he says.