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Also by Kate Grenville
FICTION
Bearded Ladies
Lilian’s Story
Dreamhouse
Joan Makes History
Dark Places
The Idea of Perfection
The Secret River
The Lieutenant
Sarah Thornhill
NON-FICTION
The Writing Book
Making Stories (with Sue Woolfe)
Writing from Start to Finish
Searching for the Secret River
One Life
MY
MOTHER’S
STORY
Kate Grenville
First published in Great Britain in 2015 by Canongate Books Ltd, 14
High Street, Edinburgh EH1 1TE
This digital edition first published in 2015 by Canongate Books
Copyright © Kate Grenville, 2015
The moral right of the author has been asserted
First published in Australia in 2015 by The Text Publishing Company, Swann House, 22 William Street, Melbourne Victoria 3000, Australia
British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Data
A catalogue record for this book is available on request from the British Library
ISBN 978 1 78211 685 1
eISBN 978 1 78211 686 8
For Stephen and in memory of Christopher with my love
NANCE’S FAMILY TREE
Contents
PROLOGUE
AFTER MY mother died in 2002 it took me a few years to get out all the papers she’d left and look through them. I was afraid it would be a mournful thing to do, but the first exercise book I opened spoke to me as if she was beside me, the warmth and humour of her voice alive still: I have often thought about writing a book—people do it all the time—it can’t be that hard. Up till now I’ve never had the time or the right pencil but now that I have one foot in the grave it’s time to get on with it. I opened another. There was her workmanlike handwriting saying: There must be a way of writing a story—I’m going to try this time to write it backwards.
My mother’s many hopeful starts all petered out after a few pages. What she left was a mass of fragments. They often began with the stories about her forebears that she’d heard from her mother. Others were about her childhood. Most were about her adult life, up to her mid-forties. They taper away after that, perhaps because by then she felt less need to look back and try to understand.
She often quoted Socrates’ famous maxim: The unexamined life is not worth living. That terse judgment stayed with her all her life, shaping her actions and consoling her when things seemed bleak. Her sense of the past and the great sweeps of change she’d seen made her want to record, and to do more than record—to work out how her own individual
