Student chronicles

Alice Garner’s The Student Chronicles, about her life at the University of Melbourne in the late 1980s and 1990s, shares a problem with self-published memoirs and family histories – if you know the people involved these stories of fairly ordinary and uneventful lives can be interesting in themselves; but if you don’t know them, you need some other reason to keep reading.

I don’t think Garner ever really finds a way to make her book compelling. Though her background is a little unusual – she is the daughter of writer Helen Garner, and enjoyed some success as an actor before starting her studies – for the most part at her time at the U of M was much like that of thousands of other identikit female Arts students. In one of the book’s few memorable phrases, she describes her early time as a student as enjoying a ‘warm bath of anonymity’. The book is one long bath of anonymity.

Who, for example, would have guessed that in a share house the guys don’t meet women’s standards of tidiness and cleanliness? Or that she was against the University’s decision to introduce full-fee undergraduate places, or opposed to VSU, or in favour of refugees?

Having had the same boyfriend (to whom she is now married) throughout her time at university, there isn’t even the novelistic drama the discovery and growth of love might have provided. Instead, we hear a bit about the love lives of various friends and housemates, which is even less interesting than the love life of an actress who is the daughter of a famous person.

Ross Gregory Douthat’s Privilege: Harvard and the Education of the Ruling Class is a much more successful student memoir. Though Douthat is a talented writer and has a better store of anecdotes than Garner (how could she beat going skinny dipping with William F. Buckley Jr?), he also knew that his own stories of roommates, student elections, studying and trying to get a girlfriend wouldn’t be enough in themselves. He solves this by locating his story in a much bigger story – that of Harvard itself and the ‘ruling class’ its students (despite all the efforts at ‘diversity’) largely come from and end up in.

Garner’s focus on her own experiences and feelings will perhaps appeal to fans of the chick lit genre. Mark Latham’s ‘metrosexual knobs and toss-bags’ might like it too. But most men who are not related to or friends with Alice Garner should spend their book budget on something else.

8 thoughts on “Student chronicles

  1. Sounds like a DWL (deadweight loss). I can’t even see it making it as chick lit without some one-night stands and relationship break-ups.


  2. The book should have been reduced to an essay and the publisher should have published a collection of pieces to indicate the diversity of the Melb Uni experience.

    We could use some good memoires, especially from the 1960s when things started to change radically. In fact I have a manuscript…..(only joking, I have some notes, but I think they will grow).

    Garner’s experience was so atypical in just about every way.
    One grandmother and both parents were graduates.
    She was fully supported financially.
    She had zero involvement in the cultural life of the campus (not unique but surprising in view of her background).
    Steady boyfriend for the duration.
    The one good thing was her serious approach to the prima facie purpose for being there – learning and induction into the life of the mind. And that could have been the substance of her essay.


  3. Rafe – I think a series of essays would have been a better idea. There was one ‘More Memories of Melbourne University’ published in 1985, with essays from students who went there in the 1920s through to the 1970s.


  4. Thanks Andrew that is the kind of thing that I had in mind.
    There was also some sociololgical research including interviews with students published under a title like “Faces on the campus”.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s