Twenty-odd pages into Michelle de Kretser’s The Life to Come, I pounded the table and bellowed an Australian-accented ‘fuck yeah!’ This startled my wife, who startled the cat, which startled my gin and tonic into my lap. But it was worth it, and remains my unvarnished critical opinion. To varnish it a bit: The Life to Come is de Kretser’s sixth book, her first full-length novel since her 2013 Miles Franklin Award, and for my money one of the best to have been published in Australia in the past decade.
De Kretser follows a group of characters all dreaming of the titular life to come: Pippa is a middling Sydney novelist, creating a persona as she chases literary glory; Cassie seeks a deeper connection with Ash, her British-Sri Lankan boyfriend; in Paris, the French-Australian Celeste wants more than the interstices of her married lover’s life; and from Sri Lanka to Sydney, Christabel overlooks her loving companion Bunty and hankers for a more brilliant existence.
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