The Sandfly Man – Matthew Condon

01/31/2011 at 7:26 AM (Australian Literature, Nostalgia, Short Stories) (, , , , )

I have discovered short stories are something I  put by the wayside unless they are the sort written by Agatha Christie, Roald Dahl and Jeffrey Archer. Thinking it is time I should end this discrimination against the poor genre which is overlooked, I have opened myself to reading and reviewing an Australian short story per day for just this week. We will see how long I manage to keep it up!

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The Sandfly Man by Matthew Condon is a short story about convictions that spring up and take precedence  in the innocence of childhood; he expresses with convincing imagery of the pesticide man of the park how fears that inspire terror from back then can remain with us until our transition into adulthood. His reflective glimpses of  how mundane our life can be in the world of the beach caravan park as a home away from home is insightful in its banality.

Queensland in his idyllic narrative setting of Tallebudgera Creek Caravan Park is described so well you cannot help but feel through how he radiates the hot, sticky feeling of summer and the pleasure evoked through moments at the Burleigh Heads beach in adolescence, that it is being conveyed by a native. It is an odd contrast when he details the pleasure of his parents and their friends in a simple game of canasta while he lies in abject terror of his conception of the Sandfly Man. This figure which has arrested his imagination causes him to fear it far more than the fearsome combination of the ‘government, devil and God all rolled into one’.

In its conclusion, we are left to contemplate the inability of the author to return to the caravan park even though his sister does. The family tradition is carried out by his sister after she had kids herself since she forages out her own caravan park space and the card playing scenario continues with a younger generation in her circle of family friends; but the author is an outsider who sits by himself in the lounge on Christmas morning watching television. The door to the past is not open to him.

The fear of the ghost of the Sandfly Man with his swirling mist is still to elude our writer.

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4 Comments

  1. carldagostino said,

    OMG. I first read the author’s name as Marathon Condom

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  2. mybluescreen said,

    This is awesome! People should read MORE SHORT STORIES! They’re great…like bon-bons for the mind…or maybe that’s poetry, and short stories are more like sammiches. But yay to you for highlighting short story writers!

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    • leadinglight said,

      Thank you. I appreciate it.

      Sometimes the presents inside the bon-bons don’t do it for me though ;p

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