| My Life As A Fake by Peter Carey is a strange, | | | | life story, its fantasies, inventions and questionable |
| multi-layered journey through a man's past, his | | | | realities. |
| artistic inspiration and his products, both illusory | | | | And it's a story that comes and goes to and |
| and real. Christopher Chubb is Australian and a | | | | from Australia. It progresses through Indonesia |
| budding poet. He resents the privilege of a certain | | | | and peninsular Malaya. We visit Penang, sup tea in |
| litterateur and so he decides to nail him. An | | | | the E and O as Chubb pursues McCorkle, his own |
| apparently genuine but actually bogus set of | | | | now demonic invention, across south east Asia. |
| poems is supplied and adjudged significantly more | | | | His alter ego becomes something real, something |
| than competent. The agent publishes. The material | | | | apart from himself. |
| is fake. Chubb is accused and stands trial for his | | | | The book is packed with literary references, but |
| sins against artistic identity and integrity. | | | | is in no way academic. There is a strong sense of |
| Some years later John Slater and Sarah Elizabeth | | | | place, with the sights, sounds and smells of Kuala |
| Jane Wode-Douglas visit Kuala Lumpur. Slater is an | | | | Lumpur oozing from the page. The only aspect |
| accomplished poet who has hobnobbed with | | | | missing is the taste, and in Malaysia food is much |
| anyone worth hobnobbing with, Eliot, Pound, | | | | more pervasive an influence in the culture than |
| Auden, etc. He also something of a lady's man on | | | | we encounter via Chubb's adoption of it. It's a |
| the side. Sarah is an upper crust girl who | | | | minor point. |
| developed a liking for other girls at school. | | | | Eventual reconciliation of the Chubb-McCorkle |
| Aspects of her origins are a matter of some | | | | conflict, Sarah's pursuit of the poems and Slater's |
| conjecture, however. Slater seems to have | | | | apparent management of the process is truly |
| played a role. Her present is clear. She is the | | | | surprising and it is for the reader to discover this |
| editor in chief of a miniscule literary journal | | | | empirically. |
| devoted mainly to new poetry. In Kuala Lumpur | | | | Overall the pace of the book is varied and, here |
| she discovers the story of Bob McCorkle´s | | | | and there, one feels that Peter Carey has |
| fabled poetry, the fake created by Christopher | | | | over-complicated things and thus detracted from |
| Chubb. | | | | the directness that could have achieved increased |
| Chubb is resident in KL and has been so for | | | | impact. But then poetry is like that, isn't it? If it |
| several years. He has a bicycle repair shop, but | | | | was linear, uncomplicated, What Katy Did, then it |
| still writes his own doggerel. Sarah meets him and | | | | would not have the richness that makes it poetry. |
| dismisses his work as dire, derivative at best. | | | | It would lack the diversion, the invention. My Life |
| McCorkle´s poems, however, are blissful and | | | | As A Fake has all these things and probably |
| she tries everything possible to get her hands on | | | | stands alone, eventually, as an examination of the |
| the material so that she can publish it. The | | | | nature of creativity and invention. When viewed in |
| problem for her is the fact that McCorkle is | | | | retrospect, Chubb's life, his haunting by the |
| apparently an invention of Chubb, so the only way | | | | accomplished poet he has ostensibly created and |
| that she can get near to the material is through | | | | his pursuit of the same to reclaim a daughter he |
| him. The Australian is now a poor artisan with | | | | believes is his own at times beggars belief. But |
| ragged clothes and tropical ulcers. He speaks | | | | just try predicting tomorrow's news, or even, |
| English strongly peppered with bits of Malay and | | | | especially, your own emotions or reactions. We all |
| plays hard to get. The only way that Sarah can | | | | become inventors, with neither a past nor a |
| access the McCorkle poems is to suffer Chubb's | | | | future solid in our present. Eliot again. |