Bona Vista - Melbourne life in 1885

This is Bona Vista, built in 1885 and located in South Yarra.

It is now for sale. It is very unusual for a property in inner Melbourne to have this much land, let alone a lavender field:

and a lake:



and a turret and a ballroom (used by the owners as a kind of panelled games and trophy room, which made me feel a bit despondent).

So, I realise I can't afford this house (and trust me, it requires Quite a Lot of Redecoration Inside) but it did make me wonder what was happening in 1885 in Melbourne.

Elsewhere of course it was a stellar year for war torn boys own literature. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, Germinal by Emile Zola, Arabian Nights by Sir Richard Burton, A Tangled Tale by Lewis Carroll and H Rider Haggard's King Solomon's Mines were all published.

And in Melbourne, were you to be invited to a wedding in West Melbourne you might just receive this invitation for dancing at 8 o'clock:

And the divinely seraphic Ruby Lindsay was born, sister to, and overshadowed greatly by her brothers Norman (who wrote The Magic Pudding), Sir Daryl (married to Joan Lindsay, see my post on these two here), Sir Lionel (influential art critic, illustrator, etchings artists) and Percy, all literary and artistic lions of the age.

I must say Percy, whom I had not previously heard of, sounds like the pick of the bunch. He is described in the Australian Dictionary of Biography thus:

"A charming Bohemian who enjoyed the company of convivial friends, Percy was the least ambitious of the Lindsays and the most competent painter in the family."

Ruby had some artistic talent too, and illustrated a number of books and theatre notices (like the one below) and also produced charcoal drawings.





(very rare and for sale for $6,500)

Tragically she did not live to receive either the acclaim or the equivalent to the nubile ladies and knighthoods which rained down on her brothers. She died in Ireland in 1919, one of the many victims of the Spanish influenza epidemic.

On a brighter note, 1885 saw the birth in Sydney of Frank Hurley, intrepid explorer and photographer with a clean modern eye:

and Dorothea MacKellar, author of the poem 'I love a sunburnt country', which is, I think Australia's national poem and makes me feel like crying when I hear it. You can read it here.



(Images etc (1)-(3) Bona Vista (4) National Library of Victoria (5) catalogue.nla.gov.au (6) Picture Victoria (7) bsbgallery.com (for sale) (8) Shackleton-Endurance.com (9) Artnet.com (10) DorotheaMackellar.com)

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Book of the Month - Picnic at Hanging Rock

On St Valentines Day in 1900, a group of chantilly lace and straw hat clad school girls set out from their school, Appleyard College, for a picnic at the foot of Hanging Rock, a craggy violet volcanic rock protrusion to the north west of Melbourne.

That afternoon, as bugs and snakes lazily scuttled and slid through the brush and scrub, something quite mysterious happened. All the watches carried by the picnic party stopped at midday, and as most of the party snoozed at the base of the rock, three girls and one teacher wandered off into the scrub and simply disappeared.

Beautiful Miranda, studious Marion Quade, heiress Irma Leopold and tightly corseted maths governess, Greta Magraw.

(Miranda (we never learn her surname) the country girl from Queensland who disappears and forms the empty heart of the book)

Picnic at Hanging Rock is the story of that disappearance, and the tragic after effects. Written by Joan Lindsay (1896-1984) in 1967 it was made into a wonderful, iconic Australian film by Peter Weir in 1975 and it is hard to discuss the book without reference to the film, which I suspect about 90% of Australians have seen.

Here are some scenes:

(French governess Mademoiselle Dianne De Poitiers, one of the few sane and calm voices following the Picnic)

(the girls post lunch)

(Miranda and Irma on the Rock)

(walking, trancelike, further up the Rock)

(a nice 1970's mystical shot)

(part of the Rock)

( a visitor to the school following the events at the Rock)

Joan Lindsay married Sir Daryl Lindsay in 1922. They spent their time travelling the world, he with his watercolours, and she with her notebooks, writing. (She was married to him for 52 years until his death). Sounds like rather a nice way to pass the time.

This book is relatively short, absorbing and a must read if you can find it.

What happens when the most popular, angelic and beautiful girl in the school vanishes? This book explores the deep fissure which is left.

Joan Lindsay deals with some quite modern themes in a Victorian context, and also some which you see repeated in many Australian novels. Specifically:

• The Australian country side as spiritual and malevolent. For more on this, read Songlines by Bruce Chatwin (spiritual) and for the malevolence, any Tim Winton book.

• The difficulty even wealthy people had living in Australia before the advent of electricity and air conditioning. People were continually aware of and battling against of the elements, all day and all night

• The ripple effect of tragedy, which spreads out in waves, changes lives, and leaves lasting scars on all who were even peripherally connected to the picnic. This disappearance led to other deaths, and deeply affected all in the community: the police, the local gentry, the other schoolgirls, the headmistress, the staff, gardeners, horsemen, shepherds in the area and many other locals.


• The pyschologically tortuous effect of not knowing (which of course makes the story resonate even more - an unsolved mystery like this really stays with you).

• The difficulty of communication in that time. In the case of Miranda, this is what happened - she disappeared on Saturday, they looked for days, on about Wednesday the headmistress wrote and posted a letter to her family on their isolated farm in Queensland, which would have been received possibly weeks later. Imagine your child disappearing and not knowing for weeks afterward. It is impossible to imagine that today, where you would have an email or text within minutes.

It is also possibly a metaphor for Victorian represssed sexuality, and that is certainly contrasted with the sultry heat and steam of the countryside.

Many people are obsessed with the Picnic story. Many are convinced it is true. Many more purport to have 'solved' the mystery. Of course it was just a fiction. It was written as if real, and Joan Lindsay even included an extract from a newspaper story in 1913 reporting on the mystery.

The author herself said 'whether my story is fact or fiction, readers much decide for themselves'.

After Joan Lindsay died, she gave instructions for a final chapter to be published. I have not read it and I probably should. Reviews indicate that this chapter suggests the missing women were caught in some kind of time space vortex....

(polyvore by ophelia_lives)

PS this is Martindale Hall in the middle of nowhere in the Clare Valley in South Australia. It was used as a setting for Appleyard College in the film. Many years ago we stayed there for the night. We were served dinner by colonially dressed maidservants and watched the film before dinner on a tiny television in the upstairs area. Victorian is not my thing, but it was certainly an evocative enviroment to sleep in.

(Images (1) Convictcreations.com (2) - (9) (11) screenmusings.net (12) Flickr)

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