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Picnic at Hanging Rock (Penguin Classics) Paperback – October 3, 2017
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A 50th-anniversary edition of the landmark novel about three “gone girls” that inspired the acclaimed 1975 film and an upcoming TV series starring Natalie Dormer
With a foreword by Maile Meloy, author of Do Not Become Alarmed
It was a cloudless summer day in the year 1900. Everyone at Appleyard College for Young Ladies agreed it was just right for a picnic at Hanging Rock. After lunch, a group of three girls climbed into the blaze of the afternoon sun, pressing on through the scrub into the shadows of the secluded volcanic outcropping. Farther, higher, until at last they disappeared. They never returned. . . .
Mysterious and subtly erotic, Picnic at Hanging Rock inspired the iconic 1975 film of the same name by Peter Weir. A beguiling landmark of Australian literature, it stands with Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca, and Jeffrey Eugenides’ The Virgin Suicides as a masterpiece of intrigue.
- Print length224 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPenguin Classics
- Publication dateOctober 3, 2017
- Dimensions0.59 x 5 x 7.68 inches
- ISBN-100143132059
- ISBN-13978-0143132059
- Lexile measure1140L
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“[This] cult novel—the first in a thriving genre of ‘gone girls’—continues to beguile . . . and will continue to haunt readers for generations to come.” —The Economist
“Pure magic. Every fashion film and NYU undergraduate thesis takes its cues from this lyrical masterpiece. In college I tried to make a satirical remake entitled Lunchtime at Dangling Boulder, but all my actors slept too late.” —Lena Dunham, on the film adaptation
“[From the] Victorian hothouse atmosphere and fetishism . . . and its focus on the burgeoning sexual curiosity of the girls (and the women) . . . to Gothic terrors, supernatural wonder, divine mysticism, or the imperialist unconscious . . . Picnic actively encourages a host of fantasies.” —Megan Abbott, author of You Will Know Me, The Fever, and Dare Me, in an essay for The Criterion Collection’s Blu-ray/DVD edition of the film
“A sinister tale . . . laced with touches of other-worldliness” —The Guardian
“Deliciously horrific.” —The Observer
“The fact that most people believed that this palpable fiction was a record of a real event is not merely a tribute to the writer . . . but a testimony to the atavistic power of its theme.” —The Spectator
“Beautifully haunting.” —The Sun Herald (Australia)
About the Author
Maile Meloy (foreword) is the author of the novels Do Not Become Alarmed, Liars and Saints, and A Family Daughter; the story collections Half in Love and Both Ways Is the Only Way I Want It (named one of the 10 Best Books of the Year by The New York Times Book Review); and the Apothecary series, a middle-grade trilogy. She has received The Paris Review’s Aga Khan Prize, the PEN/Malamud Award, the American Academy of Arts and Letters’ Rosenthal Award, and a Guggenheim Fellowship. She lives in Los Angeles.
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- Paperback : 224 pages
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- ISBN-13 : 978-0143132059
- Lexile measure : 1140L
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MAILE MELOY is the author of three novels, two story collections, a middle-grade trilogy, and a picture book. Her fiction has also appeared in The New Yorker, The Paris Review and Best American Short Stories, and on Selected Shorts and This American Life. She has received The Paris Review’s Aga Khan Prize for Fiction, the PEN/Malamud Award, the American Academy of Arts and Letters’ Rosenthal Foundation Award, and a Guggenheim Fellowship.
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I found all this investigating to determine a story meaning a pleasant diversion during my irregular schedule of book review postings. This debut posting is my book review after seemingly endless days of medical tests.
Picnic is a mystery set in Australia. I believe the “a” is incorrect because I found more than one secret with this novel. The first, overriding mystery is what happened to the “disappeared” girls. The disappearance occurs in the first few chapters; readers know this is a central mystery, and reader attention is logically directed toward a solution. A second mystery is about the author and her career. The Picnic was a debut literary novel for a seventy-year-old author; she wrote essays, poems, stories and a memoir of her marriage, but listed her occupation as a painter. Then came Picnic at Hanging Rock written over four weeks in 1966 (yep, she was born in 1896). In a forward, Joan Lindsay wrote “Whether Picnic at Hanging Rock is fact or fiction, my readers must decide for themselves. As the fateful picnic took place in the year nineteen hundred, and all the characters who appear in this book are long since dead, it hardly seems important.” (p.v. in a forward written by Maile Meloy). A third mystery is one of my definition, and readers are free to disagree and consider it a non-mystery. I do not believe the disappearance of the girls is the central mystery; instead, it is an inciting incident to the puzzle. A mystery attached to the writer is one I found interesting, but not primary. There is a third mystery that I believe is strongly hinted at by the author. It is not a spoiler, and I will cite it in a quote. Revealing the secret is not a spoiler, especially since it is only my opinion.
The setting is in Australia at a private girl’s boarding school. Hopefully, the politically correct crowd will leave me alone and not suggest it was a boarding school for young ladies, young women, or some androgynous term that masks gender. Headmistress Ms. A (for Appleby) borders on a disciplinarian resembling a Guantanamo corrections officer. Liberal points are awarded the students, followed by sanctions such as hours being strapped to a board or plank. It corrects posture. Subordinates of Ms. Appleby go along with her punishment methods and disciplinary regulations with varying degrees of enthusiasm, and the life of students is miserable. The School is geographically isolated, and the student body is almost uniformly from wealthy parents who don’t have time for their progeny. My reading indicates this was not unusual for the time. Biographies of Winston Churchill reveal some grim family situations.
Ms. Appleby occasionally breaks the routine as she did with an outing to Hanging Rock. There was to be a very circumscribed picnic, as far as behavior goes. Corsets were to be worn, and the girls could only take off their gloves at a time announced by accompanying instructors. All ladies, students, and instructors (and the coachman) were to return to the school by a particular time. Unimportant Mystery One was that near Hanging rock all watches stopped. Minorly interesting, but it did give way to the primary theme prompt. Close to the time for returning to the School, four girls plus their math teacher went exploring further up Hanging Rock. Students Miranda, Irma Leopold, Marion Quade, Edith Horton and Math mistress Greta McCraw will go exploring. Only Edith Horton, the school dunce, will come screaming down Hanging Rock claiming something terrible has happened. Edith then goes into a trance and never reveals what happened. Many days later, Irma Leopold will be found unconscious and remain in a comatose state for a lengthy period. Eventually fully recovered, she will also never remember what happened. The math mistress and two students are gone forever. What happened, how did it happen, and who did it? Readers will not find out the answer to these questions, not in the book, and not in the films. So, what is the mystery?
This next mystery is my opinion almost reinforced by the following author quote. “The reader taking a bird’s eye view of events since the picnic will have noted how various individuals on its outer circumference have somehow become involved in the spreading pattern: Mrs Valange, Reg Lumley, Monsieur Louis Montpelier, Minnie and Tom – all of whose lives have already been disrupted, sometimes violently. So too have the lives of innumerable lesser fry – spiders, mice, beetles – whose scuttlings, burrowings and terrified retreats are comparable, if on a smaller scale.” (p.111). I found this a restatement of the “Butterfly Effect,” or a ripple effect. Everything has an impact (on everything?). Nothing happens in a vacuum. The way Joan Lindsay goes on to give multiple examples is what makes the novel a new classic. Lindsay attended a boarding school; she went to school near the beginning of the 20th century. She writes in the authentic language of the period. For a reader interested in language use, this is a gem.
Lindsay also writes of class conflict as far as economics, but I would not say she writes of female empowerment. Instead, she writes of a class of females, such as Ms. Appleby, dedicated to training young ladies in “knowing their place.” Disciplinary measures provide a grim reading. To reiterate, the language she uses is subtle and fun to read in its indirectness. Math mistress McCraw is seen by Edith as she descents the hill to scream her warnings. Note the language when Edith must report to a police officer what Ms. McCraw was (or was not) wearing.
I was so confused by the novel that I abandoned my usual practice of not reading other reviewer comments. It didn’t matter because I disagreed with most of what I read. Some tried to stretch a point very far to imply some lesbian relationships. While one could argue the point, I don’t believe there were any lesbian relationships, but there may have been deep platonic relationships that mirror the Chivalric code described by Barbara Tuchman in her books about the 1300s and 1400s. Those who insist that everything is about sex make poor conversation partners (IMHO).
Other reviewers criticized the ending. There will always be readers who do not like this type of conclusion. But what about the beautiful use of language and excellent scene imagery? I found this novel of great value and deserving of its classic status. Do I have to mention I gave it five stars?
This novel is listed on Amazon at USD 9.99 and is not available on Kindle Unlimited. I got it for USD 1.99 from Amazon, so I might consider the price I paid another mystery, but I won’t. The vagaries of pricing don’t deserve such a title.
Throughout my first week as a college student, I nestled this book in my heart. It guided me along lonely nights and longing mornings and befriended me with gorgeous words. It filled me with laughter, marvel, love. It is a captivating tale of many people. Ghostlike, haunting, poignant, it traces its fingers across the lives of people in many different scopes of life. It explores the meaning of freedom, the desire to dazzle with childlike liberation, and the feeling of confinement in a structured world. It explores transcendence, what it means to seek more, the concepts of destiny and fate that we humans have pondered for history. The book timelessly portrays what it means to be human and the delicately different ways we each see life. It intermingles desire, pain, loss, and findings. In it, I found a beautiful little haven. It deserves so much more recognition than it had.
A deliciously evocative tale, the one area I felt it could have improved on was by excavating further into the characters during the aftermath of what happened on the day of the Picnic. The characters had beautifully compelling personalities, so dissecting deeper into what made them who they were and why they felt the way they did would have been interesting. I felt particularly enthralled by Mike's enduring desire to find the swanlike girl with shimmering blue eyes and corn yellow hair. His persistence mesmerized and moved me at once, and I wish that the loose ends of his tale could have tied more poignantly. Still, perhaps that is the beauty of the book: after its climax, much like life, the enchantment fades. Nevertheless, throughout the story, a buzzing sense of magic pervades.
Lindsey's prose is heavenly and seeps into the psyche in its stunning colors. Even at the story's end, a sense of uneasiness lingers, a testament to the restlessness of life and all its mysteries: beautiful but hideous, fascinating but alarming. By the end of the novel, she ignites thousands of questions in the minds and hearts of readers, leaving them astonished and clinging, clinging to the world she has carved for them. And that, to me, is the most breathtaking aspect of the novel: its grip on the reader. It magnetically curdles the heart and mind in an endless dance of fear, wonder, pain, and delight, and never lets them go, even in the still moments, the shadows of mystery lurk underneath. Throughout the bleakness and loneliness of everyday life, Lindsey's writing embraces the reader violently and invites them to explore the glittering enigma of life, echoing into their very soul.
It begins strong. Interesting setting, mysterious happenings and curious relationships all around. The author concentrates on the personal impact of the mystery. One of the peripheral relationships between two young men, one a Cambridge educated rich Brit and the other a poor rural swain, is crackling with sexual energy. There really is no conclusion to draw other than they are going off to the remote Northern Station to consummate their relationship. I wish this thread had been developed, it would have been a much more daring and interesting book.
Back to the mystery: It does grab attention but the drama is lost with all of the missing explanations. It is not good literature when all the clues are beyond the memories of characters who were present but can't explain anything about what happened. These three separate characters at separate times learn something not shared with the reader because they've hit their heads and "had a spell" leaving them with blank memories of the incident. Heavy Sigh. Of course, they rest in bed for days.
So the reader comes to the end with the mystery unsolved and no clues to untangle it. Being set in tail end of the Victorian Era it might be reasonable given the context for "swoons" and "vapors" to hide the story. But for a mystery book which has such promise at the beginning, this is a significant disappointment.
Nevertheless, pioneer Australia shines through and for that, I rate this book 3-stars.
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I thoroughly enjoyed the book, appreciated the suspense and suggested mystery.


The movie was awesome, wish it was available now :(

Die Zeit ist das vielleicht größte Mysterium. „Unsere“ Zeit vertickt zwischen zwei Unendlichkeiten, der einen sind wir als junge Menschen näher, der anderen als Alte. Solange die Zeiger der Uhren unsere Stunden und Minuten anzeigen, herrscht Messbarkeit und, vor allem, Ordnung. Genau diese Ordnung scheint es zu sein, die Joan Lindsay in PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK beschäftigt. Wie in einer Schneekugel sind die Mädchen eines Internats in der viktorianisch starren und erdrückenden Ordnung gefangen, und genau das Leben, dem sie entgegen blühen, wird in ihrer Erziehung weitestgehend ausgeklammert. Bei einem Ausflug der Mädchen am Valentinstag kommt es zu einem äußerst mysteriösen Zwischenfall: Uhren bleiben stehen und drei Mädchen und eine Erzieherin verschwinden spurlos im Hanging Rock.
Gab es in der Jugend der Autorin einen ähnlichen Vorfall, auf den sie sich bezieht? Wohl nicht, wenn wir dem Ausschlussprinzip folgen und entsprechende Zeitungsberichte vergeblich suchen. Aber ist das ganz große Mysterium wirklich das spurlose Verschwinden der Mädchen oder das überraschende Wiederauftauchen eines von ihnen, Irma, als alle Hoffnung schon vergeblich schien? Doch Irma kann sich an nichts erinnern:
"A portion of the delicate mechanism of the brain appeared to be irrevocably damaged. ‘Like a clock, you know,’ the doctor explained. ‘A clock that stops under a certain set of unusual conditions and refuses ever to go again beyond a particular point."
Es gibt keine rationale Erklärung für das, was am Hanging Rock geschehen ist, und Außerirdische oder ein Zeitstrudel sind genauso möglich wie ein Gewaltverbrechen oder ein banaler Unglücksfall. Der Hanging Rock ist eine mit Höhlen durchsetzte Felsformation, in die die Mädchen gefallen sein könnten (“unique rock formations, including monoliths and reputedly bottomless holes and caves“).
"At fourteen, millions of years can be almost indecent", schreibt Lindsay, und mit solchen Sätzen wird das skandalöse Schisma zwischen 17-jährigen Mädchen und dem Alter der Welt, wenigstens in Gestalt des australischen Hanging Rock, greifbar.
Joan Lindsay war über 70 Jahre alt, als sie den Roman schrieb. Aber nicht nur Altersweisheit zeichnet ihn aus, sondern eine tiefe Sympathie für die jungen Mädchen, denen die Korsetts der Konventionen die Luft abschnüren. Wunderbare Naturschilderungen und das partielle Ablegen der Kleider sind Teil einer der Ordnung gegenläufigen Bewegung, die für das Leben steht.
"Insulated from natural contacts with earth, air and sunlight, by corsets pressing on the solar plexus, by voluminous petticoats, cotton stockings and kid boots, the drowsy well-fed girls lounging in the shade were no more a part of their environment than figures in a photograph album, arbitrarily posed against a backcloth of cork rocks and cardboard trees."
Es gibt diesen starken erotischen Subtext, der sich später an der Oberfläche unter anderem in der – allerdings nicht ausgelebten Liebesbeziehung - zwischen Irma und Michael manifestiert. Viele wunderbare Passagen, die die Landschaft und die Mädchen darin beschreiben, lassen an Gemälde französischer Impressionisten denken:
"Confronted by such monumental configurations of nature the human eye is woefully inadequate. Who can say how many or how few of its unfolding marvels are actually seen, selected and recorded by the four pairs of eyes now fixed in staring wonder at the Hanging Rock? Does Marion Quade note the horizontal ledges crisscrossing the verticals of the main pattern whose geological formation must be memorized for next Monday’s essay? Is Edith aware of the hundreds of frail starlike flowers crushed under her tramping boots, while Irma catches the scarlet flash of a parrot’s wing and thinks it a flame amongst the leaves? And Miranda, whose feet appear to be choosing their own way through the ferns as she tilts her head towards the glittering peaks, does she already feel herself more than a spectator agape at a holiday pantomime?"
Die unglaublich gelungene Schilderung des Mysteriums des Verschwindens der Mädchen und einer Erzieherin ist jedoch erst der Auftakt zu einem Roman, der mich wie schon lange kein anderer mehr gefangen genommen und begeistert hat. Lindsay bietet dem Leser viele Deutungsmöglichkeiten an, und wer mag, kann zahlreichen Motiven, Andeutungen und Hinweisen folgen. Dabei erzählt Lindsay mit einer Leichtigkeit, die der eines der Mädchen entsprechen mag, von der sie schreibt:
“Sometimes Irma finds herself chattering as she used to do long ago at school, for the sheer delight of tossing out words into the bright air, as children enjoy sending up a kite.“
Was sich in der Folge des Verschwindens ereignet und mengenmäßg ¾ des Romans ausmacht (auch wenn man zuerst immer wieder an das hypnotische „Picknick“ denkt), ist das “Hanging Rock Pattern“, womit Lindsay die Ereignisse bezeichnet, die in teils direktem, teils gelockertem Zusammenhang mit dem Vorfall stehen und die Schicksale fast aller Personen maßgeblich beeinflussen (es gibt Hochzeiten, aber auch Todesfälle).
PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK vereint alles, was man von einem guten Roman erwarten kann: Er ist ausgezeichnet geschrieben, spannend, ironisch, berührend. Für mich eine tolle Entdeckung. Schade, dass es von der Autorin kaum andere Bücher gibt. Aber freuen wir uns über das, was wir haben: ein großartiges Alterswerk!