This book is fascinating as written as the discovered "first hand account" of Ned Kelly. The author has filled the pages with all the flavor, pain, sorrow, confusion and simple daily delights of a back woods boy who grew to become the leader of the infamous Kelly Gang. The words fairly drip with sweat as the dread Ned Kelly goes from a hard working son to a bonded out side kick of the local Robin Hood. Life is never the same, but perhaps for the Kelly's it never was meant to be.
How I wish these were the words from the man himself, but these words certainly capture all the drama and joys that are so foreign to our current world.
the colloquial and "uneducated" style in which the book is written is disconcerting at the beginning but once you fall under the sway of the story it becomes much less noticeable except as a reminder and reinforcer of the time/place/situation.
i enjoyed it very much and would go out of my way to read other novels by peter carey on the basis of this experience.
This Booker Prize winner is truly a great tale of early Australia and the poverty that leads people into crime. It is replete with horse thievery, highway banditry, and motherly love. Still, it is the first Booker Prize selection that I could not read to its completion -- perhaps because I am American, and not British. The author's use of anachronistic language and the phrasing of this time period renders the book simultaneously a masterpiece and incredibly difficult to follow. It requires the reader to keep reading without trying to understand content, trusting that everything will ultimately make sense. It also requires reading without interruption or delays. I was three-quarters of the way through the book when it came time to take a week off. I didn't want to bring the book on vacation, and after vacation I knew I would be totally lost if I tried to pick it up once again. So, it's one of a handful of books I've failed to complete during my life.