“When you lie to protect other people, it’s a good lie and you don’t have to confess.”

Desire Lines is the second novel by Australian author, Felicity Volk. “Are you still a liar?” What could lead to this spite-filled annual text, temporarily unsent, from an arctic ice cave? Almost sixty years earlier, the intended recipient was the seven-year-old son of a sadistic, vicious, controlling father and a helpless mother, living in the poorest parts of mid-twentieth century London; the sender, a botanist’s granddaughter from the suburbs of Australia’s fledgling national capital.

The distance between these two extremes, traversing orphans transplanted, the polar seed vault, and the architecture of buildings and landscapes, is one filled with love and lust, cruelty and kindness, history and heartache, and, yes, many lies.

As the daughter of a solicitor and a school teacher, Evelyn Waddell was taught the importance of telling the truth from an early age, even if her grandmother introduced her to the nuances of that sometimes-woolly concept - “Evie concluded that God’s truths were as slippery as the algae growing on the stones in Grandma’s fishpond” - so she feels entitled to honesty.

For all of his early life, Padraig Ciaran O’Connor has been lied to, and made complicit in lies; the expectation of being served falsehood comes naturally to him, and lying, for the purpose of impressing others, or rationalising his actions (even to himself), is virtually innate. “It wasn’t just that people found truth inconvenient, it was that they found truth painful for the way it took an apparently solid thing and exposed it as a facade.”

Until a high school teacher recognised his potential, Paddy’s life was a catalogue of cruelty, such that he was convinced of “the inherently untrustworthy nature of happiness.” This disillusionment with life and resignation to misery taints his every decision, and despite his career success, he seems incapable of believing in a happy future.

Alternating narratives describe significant life events for these two strong but flawed characters: childhood, adolescence, first love, marriage and, eventually, a passionate affair. Volk is a master wordsmith, able to evoke a scene: “From a distance, the undulating lavender rows ran into each other, like purple corduroy, ribbed and velvety” and “Molong and its dry fields, where aspiration was thin-sown, ambition was seldom watered and expectation grew stunted and cowed” and “With her head resting on one of Daddy’s books, she inhaled its grave oldness”; or an emotion like heartbreak: “Da – he said we were millstones around his neck. I asked Father Murray what that meant. He said a millstone is a heavy burden. If I don’t eat cake, I won’t be so heavy.” Beautifully written, this is a moving and thought-provoking read.
This unbiased review is from an uncorrected proof copy provided by Better Reading Preview and NetGalley and Hachette Australia.

Wow this book was a rollercoaster. First off I must say there are many issues that are raised in this book, which include domestic violence, sexual abuse, child abuse, suicide, and more. It is not an easy book to read, especially in the first third or so, when we learn about Paddy's horrific upbringing.

This book is the story of Paddy and Evie, born on different sides of the world into completely different families, but somehow they find each other in rural NSW in the 1960s. Their love is fast and hard, but will they lose each other just as quickly?

The writing is exceptional. I truly couldn't fault it. I've not read this author before, but I certainly would again. The story is sad, wonderful, and at times maddening. But I loved it and I will recommend.