don’t know if my story is grand enough to be a tragedy, although a lot of shitty stuff did happen. It is certainly a love story but that did not begin until midway through the shitty stuff, by which time I had not only lost my eight-year-old son, but also my house and studio in Sydney where I had once been as famous as a painter could expect in his own backyard . . .
So begins Peter Carey’s highly charged and lewdly funny new novel. Told by the twin voices of the artist Butcher Bones and his ‘damaged 220-pound brother’ Hugh, it recounts their adventures and troubles after Butcher’s plummeting prices and spiralling drink problem force them to retreat to northern New South Wales. Here the formerly famous artist is reduced to being a caretaker for his biggest collector, and the nurse for his erratic brother. Then the mysterious Marlene turns up one stormy night, clad in a pair of Manolo Blahniks. Claiming that the brothers’ friend and neighbour owns an original Jacques Liebovitz, she soon sets in motion a chain of events that could be the making or ruin of them all.
Peter Carey was born in Bacchus Marsh, Victoria in 1943. He has published 18 books and been translated into 24 languages. His numerous prize wins include the Man Booker Prize twice, the Commonwealth Writer’s Prize twice and the Miles Franklin Literary Award three times. His novels have sold in excess of one million copies in the UK alone. He has lived in New York for over twenty years.
