Working as he does at the glacial pace of one new book per decade, a new release from Peter Burke is a rare event. And it’s finally here! Quick! Head to your favourite indie bookshop or online and get The Silk Merchant’s Son published by Freo Press.
And what a beautiful job Freo Press have done, resplendent in amaranth (the colour of a bishop’s cap) and scattered with silk moths.
And inside… you’ll be transported to 1846 and take a fast-paced, humorous, filmic, thought-provoking ride with 28 misguided Catholic missionaries to Western Australia.
Biography
Peter Burke is a Perth boy, born in East Fremantle in 1961, growing up in Mt Pleasant and Melville. He studied Medicine at UWA and works as a doctor at Murdoch University and in the Kimberley region of WA.
As a writer he specialises in a fresh retelling of the stories that Western Australians thought they knew. The pearlers of Broome. The CY O’Connor tragedy. And now, the Spanish Benedictine monastery at New Norcia.
His books are enjoyed for their filmic nature and ironic humour, but his secret aim is really to seduce the reader into learning and reflecting a bit on the history of the western third of the continent. It’s a history little understood even by the folk who live here, and different to anywhere else on earth due to its vastness and remoteness.
His first novel, The Drowning Dream, a pearling mystery set in Broome in the early twentieth century, was shortlisted for The Australian / Vogel’s Literary Award and WA Premier’s Award. Wettening Auralia was set in the 1890’s WA goldrush and tells the story of the malign forces that hounded the pipeline engineer C.Y. O’Connor to his death. A Dangerous Gift is a biography of the fellow who Peter Burke asserts wrote a libellous article about CY O’Connor a month before his suicide The Silk Merchant’s Son is his third historical fiction.
Books
The Silk Merchant’s Son
Fremantle Press, 2023
Peter Burke’s third novel is another adventure with twenty-eight Catholic missionaries on an ill-conceived spiritual journey from Lyon to London, Dublin and ‘Fleamantle’ and the bush beyond, wherein lie the two million souls they hope to save for Rome. Filmic, tragic, thought-provoking, fast-paced, and funny.
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or all good independent book stores
Reviews
“A potent reimagining of the New Norcia story.”
– JOSEPHINE TAYLOR
Excerpt
Dom Salvado walked alone to the door of the hut, while Serra stayed and stared upwards towards the canopy of a nearby gum tree, suppressing all emotion. Salvado pulled on the flimsy timber barricade causing the whole door to come away. Averting his eyes from whatever lay within, he leaned it neatly against the brush bough wall.
The hut was finally open. Even from the cart the Frenchmen could hear a terrible buzzing noise coming from within. The monk disappeared into the darkness.
The roof of the hut was not quite high enough for Salvado to stand upright. He stooped in the doorway, motionless, observing what had to be observed. The Frenchmen held their breath in sympathy, imagining the terrible thing the monk was seeing; the week-old body of their confrère, dead by pistol shot.
‘Dear God,’ said Louis, feeling the reality sweeping over him, ‘our beloved Léandre is dead.’
The Drowning Dream
To be re-released November 2023
Reviews
“a picturesque spectacle of picaresque exploits…a forever shifting kaleidoscope of movement, sound and colour…romance! Intrigue! Conspiracy!”
– THE AGE, MELBOURNE
EXTRACT
My name is William Webber. I am ninety-six years old. I was born when Victoria was on the throne, or in a sickbed quite close. My father was William Webber, the famous Royal Navy diver. I am now a long-term resident of the Onslow District Hospital Permanent care Unit. A rare medical ailment is turning me into a human candle, starting with my tongue, which is unusually large and full of wax, and when the process is complete I shall ask to be painted in festive colours and burned during the televised Carols by Candlelight concert, live from the Myer Musicbowl. I should like Miss Sigrid Thornton to ignite me as she is attractive yet dignified, and I have long considered her to be an underrated actress.
How am I going in the credibility stakes?
Broome. 1920. A young man, alone on the frontier, chasing adventure and the memory of his dead father – and leaving a trail of havoc in its place. Richly ironic, poignant, comic and thoroughly compelling.
The Drowning Dream
The Drowning Dream
To be re-released November 2023
Reviews
“a picturesque spectacle of picaresque exploits…a forever shifting kaleidoscope of movement, sound and colour…romance! Intrigue! Conspiracy!”
– THE AGE, MELBOURNE
EXTRACT
My name is William Webber. I am ninety-six years old. I was born when Victoria was on the throne, or in a sickbed quite close. My father was William Webber, the famous Royal Navy diver. I am now a long-term resident of the Onslow District Hospital Permanent care Unit. A rare medical ailment is turning me into a human candle, starting with my tongue, which is unusually large and full of wax, and when the process is complete I shall ask to be painted in festive colours and burned during the televised Carols by Candlelight concert, live from the Myer Musicbowl. I should like Miss Sigrid Thornton to ignite me as she is attractive yet dignified, and I have long considered her to be an underrated actress.
How am I going in the credibility stakes?
Broome. 1920. A young man, alone on the frontier, chasing adventure and the memory of his dead father – and leaving a trail of havoc in its place. Richly ironic, poignant, comic and thoroughly compelling.
Wettening Auralia
Independently Published
Gold! Western Australia, the ‘Cinderella’ colony, is rich at last, and dragged screaming into Federation. At the centre of it all, a Premier, his Chief Engineer, and two newspapers, one conservative, one vicious. C.Y. O’Connor’s suicide on a beach south of Fremantle is the foundation myth of Western Australia. It is retold here in compelling style, and the villainous journalist of the piece, overlooked by a century of historians, is restored to his rightful place of shame.
“In the west, we all know this story. Sort of.”
Where to buy:
Wettening Auralia
Wettening Auralia
Independently Published
Gold! Western Australia, the ‘Cinderella’ colony, is rich at last, and dragged screaming into Federation. At the centre of it all, a Premier, his Chief Engineer, and two newspapers, one conservative, one vicious. C.Y. O’Connor’s suicide on a beach south of Fremantle is the foundation myth of Western Australia. It is retold here in compelling style, and the villainous journalist of the piece, overlooked by a century of historians, is restored to his rightful place of shame.
“In the west, we all know this story. Sort of.”
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A Dangerous Gift
The Curious Anonymity of Tommy Walker
Auralia Press, 2015 (nonfiction)
On 9th February 1902 an anonymous vicious article appeared in the Perth Sunday Times and it broke the Chief Engineer, C.Y. O’Connor, who died by his own hand a few weeks later. Wrongly attributed by historians for a century to the newspaper’s founder, FCB Vosper, it is revealed that Vosper had the perfect alibi; he had died of appendicitis one year earlier. The true culprit was once described (without naming him) by historian Geoffrey Bolton as ‘a man given to hurling invective at random.’ He is revealed as a larger-than-life villain, intimidating and litigious, who would later rise to the highest legal office in the land, cowing until now all who might write of the tragic events of 1902.
A Dangerous Gift
A Dangerous Gift
The Curious Anonymity of Tommy Walker
Auralia Press, 2015 (nonfiction)
On 9th February 1902 an anonymous vicious article appeared in the Perth Sunday Times and it broke the Chief Engineer, C.Y. O’Connor, who died by his own hand a few weeks later. Wrongly attributed by historians for a century to the newspaper’s founder, FCB Vosper, it is revealed that Vosper had the perfect alibi; he had died of appendicitis one year earlier. The true culprit was once described (without naming him) by historian Geoffrey Bolton as ‘a man given to hurling invective at random.’ He is revealed as a larger-than-life villain, intimidating and litigious, who would later rise to the highest legal office in the land, cowing until now all who might write of the tragic events of 1902.
Other Works
THIRD PLACE
Tom Collins Poetry Prize 2018
Barney Embraces Technology
Now it’s really very simple this, the rep had half-explained
Just use this little tablet to map out your farm’s terrain
You mark in all your fence lines and the trees and dams – not sheep
And the GPS will drive this little tractor while you sleep
…
THIRD PLACE
Tom Collins Poetry Prize 2018
Barney Embraces Technology
Peter Burke was runner-up in the Tom Collins Poetry Prize in 2020 for Barney Embraces Technology. This poem, the judges noted, was the only entry which rhymed.
Now it’s really very simple this, the rep had half-explained
Just use this little tablet to map out your farm’s terrain
You mark in all your fence lines and the trees and dams – not sheep
And the GPS will drive this little tractor while you sleep
Well the seats in this new tractor were so comfortable to sit in
That Barney dozed while satellites controlled its field position
Following instructions from computers and transponders
The bright red tractor rolled across his little farm, and yonder
It harvested some wheat at first, but then a small collision
An unmarked tree which seemed to somewhat alter its position
It harvested some marron from the bottom of his dam
It harvested his neighbours ewe and traumatised its lamb
It harvested his neighbour’s lawn, and all his new hydrangeas
then took off for a patch of blue, and quite surprised some strangers
Who noisily protested as it took the Leschenaultia
Then watched it roll off eastward, where the soil grew hot and saltier
When Barney woke you should have seen the look upon his face
He found a knob that said ‘return this rotten thing to base’
And home it went, but sad to say, a final catas-trophe
It harvested his good-old faithful English sheepdog, Toffee.
Well, they buried poor old Toffee, together with his favourite bone
And the bloke next door suggested he replace him, with a drone
You won’t regret it Barney, urged his techno-savvy neighbour
You needn’t feed nor pay it, it’s the perfect form of labour
So the rep came round in shiny van, pink polo shirt and sunnies
And rounded up the Dorpers with his basic drone, “For Dummies”
You can’t go wrong, he reassured, I’ll leave it here for practice
But Barney found it could go wrong, in fact it could go cactus
A flashing light, a whirring noise, he watched the object fly away
Up and up and up it shot, then left, towards the highway
His flock of sheep observed it, half amused and half bewildered
As it swooped upon the neighbour’s wife and bloody nearly killed her
Barney called the drone to stay. He whistled its attention
But on it flew and disappeared, the Cunderdin direction
His mobile rang – the sales rep, his voice now dark and cranky
That thing was worth three thousand bucks! he cried into his hanky
I’m looking at my screen right now, the salesman told him, sobbing
It’s mustering some emus in a field near Koolyanobbing!
He said some more, some sharpish words, but all was lost on Barney
Who saw with perfect clarity, technology was barmy
Technology be damned, old Barney shouted down the line
Computers can’t be trusted and your drone’s a waste of time
You can take your damn transponder and insert it in a log
I’m walking into town to go and buy meself a dog
The State That Jack Built
Here is the state that Jack built
Here is the dust
The dirty red dust
That covered the state that Jack built…
The State That Jack Built
Here is the state that Jack built
Here is the dust
The dirty red dust
That covered the state that Jack built
Here is the gold
That hid ’neath the dust
And paid for the state that Jack built
Here is a pipe
Preposterous plan
The Premier’s gamble
That killed a great man
But unparched the throats
And moistened the dust
’neath which lay the gold
for his strategies bold
For the million square miles
That Jack built
And here is the headstone
down at Esperance Bay
Inscribed with those words
That Jack wanted to say
to his friend, Tommy Windich
Who back in the day
Had steered the young Forrests
Cross bush, salt and clay
From the Swan to the Avon
the Yilgarn, and onwards
To the east, and then easter
To the back of beyondwards
To a world full of null
A bad place to fall
No pasture, no water
Then no trees at all
And if not for Tommy
They’d be done, like that German
whose bones were picked dry
By the crows and the vermin
And blew with the dust
Which covered the state
Which Tommy, and Alex
and Jack built.
And now here comes an expert
To tell us to choose
Twixt Tommy and Jack
And each way we lose
Where something is joined
He suggests we should bust it
We must deconstruct
Everything they constructed
Haul down those statues
Deny or amend
Jack’s sadness at losing
companion and friend
He advises we dwell on
the things that divide us
redact or ignore
all of that which unites us
But as the old bushies know, and have known it forever
survival depends on our staying together
Should ever our differences pull us apart
We are doomed to the fate of old Ludwig Leichardt !
For we are all Tommy
And we are all Jack
We are the state
That they built
Corellas in a Toodyay Park
‘Twas brillig (which in poet words
means getting close to dark)
A cacophony of parrot noise
Rains down on a Toodyay Park
Shielding eyes from gumnuts…
Corellas in a Toodyay Park
‘Twas brillig (which in poet words
means getting close to dark)
A cacophony of parrot noise
Rains down on a Toodyay Park
Shielding eyes from gumnuts
Mike looks up, and then looks right
‘Jeez, I wish I had my shotty mate,
I’d put this lot to flight.’
‘You can’t shoot cockies’ says his mate
‘Thank God, or I’d shoot you!’
(Meaning, in vernacular,
that they were cockies too)
And then, on cue, amazing shot
But never would I lie
Mike looks up and a cocky drops one
right into his eye
Oh, flippin flaming blazin bum
Spat Michael in his rage
While back and forth asquawkin’
Like a cocky in its cage
He stomped across that Anzac Park
Towards the Vee-Dub, fumin’
With raucous laughter all about
Both ornithine and human
Then up they shot, not all at once
A hundred cockatoos
Noisily, erratically
In groups of fives…or twos
Have you seen Italian starlings
with their graceful swarming sweeps?
It was not like that; these birds
would make a flight instructor weep
Now Cacatua pastinator filled the moonlit sky
A hundred Aussie hoodlums
Letting loose their battle cry
Above a Vee-Dub Amarok
With not a scratch upon’t
A couple of wags relieved themselves
And – bingo! – on the bonnet
You see, corellas talk. They’re garrulous.
And well they still remember
Back when cockies shot them from the sky
From June through to December
‘A cocky shot your grandad, son,’
says the educating pa
‘So if you hear one talk about his gun
Well…drop one on his car.’
Fighting Words
To celebrate what would have been the 100th birthday of Irish larrikin poet Brendan Behan, had he not died at age 41, a drama with music recalling a lively Canadian panel show he took part in back in 1962. Whiskey, cigarettes, Nigerian drums, and The Auld Triangle going jingle bloody jangle. They don’t make them like that any more.
Fighting Words
Pending release 2024
To celebrate what would have been the 100th birthday of Irish larrikin poet Brendan Behan, had he not died at age 41, a drama with music recalling a lively Canadian panel show he took part in back in 1962. Whiskey, cigarettes, Nigerian drums, and The Auld Triangle going jingle bloody jangle. They don’t make TV like that any more.
MEDIA
With Frank Murphy of Radio Fremantle 107.9 FM
Discussing Wettening Auralia, March 2016.
With Frank Murphy of Radio Fremantle 107.9 FM
Discussing Wettening Auralia, March 2016.
Wettening Auralia editorial in The Post
Wettening Auralia editorial in the Post, Jan 2016.
Wettening Auralia editorial in The Post
Wettening Auralia editorial in the Post, Jan 2016.
With Michael Barker of Fremantle Shipping News
With thanks to the erudite Michael Barker of TSN for this most engaging interview. To know what’s happening in Freo and beyond, visit Fremantle Shipping News
With Michael Barker of Fremantle Shipping News
With thanks to the erudite Michael Barker of TSN for this most engaging interview. To know what’s happening in Freo and beyond, visit Fremantle Shipping News
With Lisa Evans of Twin Cities 89.7 FM
WA writers are very grateful to Lisa Evan’s support, putting as she does WA readers in touch with local writers. Thanks Lisa for this fun interview. Read more about Lisa here Speaking Savvy
With Lisa Evans of Twin Cities 89.7 FM
WA writers are very grateful to Lisa Evan’s support, putting as she does WA readers in touch with local writers. Thanks Lisa for this fun interview. Read more about Lisa here Speaking Savvy
The Irish Scene May/June 2023
Thanks to the erudite Lloyd Gorman for this glowing review in the Irish Scene.
The Irish Scene May/June 2023
Thanks to the erudite Lloyd Gorman for this glowing review in the Irish Scene.
With Gregory Dobbs of Good Reading
Thank you to Gregory Dobbs and the Good Reading Podcast for chatting with me about my new book.
With Gregory Dobbs of Good Reading
Thank you to Gregory Dobbs and the Good Reading Podcast for chatting with me about my new book.
Listen to the interview here.
With Iris Lavell of Australian Baby Boomer
Interview by Iris Lavell on the Australian Baby Boomer Podcast.
With Iris Lavell of Australian Baby Boomer
Interview by Iris Lavell on the Australian Baby Boomer Podcast.
With Danae Gibson of RTR FM 92.1 On The Record
Interview with RTRFM’s Danae Gibson about The Silk Merchant’s Son.
With Danae Gibson of RTR FM 92.1 On The Record
Interview with RTRFM’s Danae Gibson about The Silk Merchant’s Son.
Listen to the interview on the RTRFM website here.
New Norcia Reimagined article in The Weekend West Magazine
New Norcia Reimagined article in The Weekend West Magazine, July 2023.
New Norcia Reimagined article in The Weekend West Magazine
New Norcia Reimagined article in The Weekend West Magazine, July 2023.
On a mission to save ‘native’ souls article in The Post
On a mission to save ‘native’ souls article in The Post, July 2023.
On a mission to save ‘native’ souls article in The Post
On a mission to save ‘native’ souls article in The Post, July 2023.
Contact
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