RIDERS IN THE CHARIOT by Patrick White

RIDERS IN THE CHARIOT

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KIRKUS REVIEW

The Hares were Australians who kept their links with Home as a vindication of their Class. They never expected to have a child who was not quite normal. And they never gave her the love she craved. And so- when she was old and alone, in the great crumbling palace of Zanadu, all she inherited was her feeling for the place, and a nearness to the wild creatures and the growing things, and her search for the vision- the riders in the chariot. She thought she had found one in a lonely Jewish refugee, scarred by what he had lived through- who becomes a symbol of the Christ story and dies as a result of a crucifixion....Another was a warm-hearted woman who is the sole wholly normal person in the book, who takes in washing, copes with a drunken husband and raises her six daughters in a hovel.... And then there is an ""abo""- a black man, depraved, diseased, destroyed by the people he came in contact with - a pervert, a prostitute, etc. He too saw the vision- and painted his Christ and his Chariot and died in a lodging house of tuberculosis...These four symbolic figures grope, at times touch good, at times evil- but never arrive. And around them surge the waves of hate and love and good and evil. The setting though Australia as in The Tree of Man and Voss has none of the earthly regional quality. This book is an allegory, which will mean different things to different readers. At times the rhythmic flow of the prose has a touch of Dylan Thomas' poetry- and like that is often confused, abstruse, difficult. Certainly not everyone's meat.

Pub Date: Oct. 6th, 1961
ISBN: 1590170024
Publisher: Viking