Discovering the Heart of Footy: A Review of The Season by Helen Garner
From the moment I cracked open The Season, I was struck by Helen Garner’s quiet, yet powerful exploration of familial bonds and the life lessons nestled within the world of AFL. Garner has this incredible knack for peeling back the layers of everyday experiences to reveal something strikingly real and relatable. I, not being an avid footy fan, found myself drawn in, captivated not just by the game, but by the connection between Garner and her grandson as he made the leap from boy to young man.
Garner’s journey through the AFL season is not merely a recount of games and training sessions; it’s a tender observation of life at the periphery. The way she describes her grandson’s evolution — the camaraderie of teammates, the thrill of the games, and even the absurdities of footy culture — is beautiful. She doesn’t shy away from asking what some might consider simple or silly questions, like “Why does mullet equal footy?” I laughed out loud at that; it’s a glorious testament to her inquisitive nature and her genuine interest in understanding a world that might seem foreign to her.
The heartwarming relationship between Garner and her grandson, Amby, is another highlight of the book. It’s evident that he values her company — she captures their shared moments with a transparency that is both uplifting and poignant. Observing them together felt like being welcomed into a family fold brimming with warmth. I found a kindred spirit in Garner, as I too often feel like a curious bystander, questioning and reflecting on the world around me.
Garner’s writing style is both sparse and evocative. She manages to convey complex emotions with a few well-placed words. There’s a moment she reflects, “You’re on the periphery. You’re a servant. A hanger-on.” It stung, didn’t it? But therein lies the beauty of her honesty; she captures the poignant reality of aging without melodrama. I felt a rush of familiarity with her musings, understanding that while we might not be the main actors in our loved ones’ lives, our presence still matters.
As the chill of the cold nights washed over her scenes, I couldn’t help but feel the physical discomfort alongside her — a testament to her vivid imagery. The book, though small, is rich with nuggets of wisdom and observation. The way she describes women runners, adorned with ponytails and head torches, and her humorous asides about the “absurd little moustaches” sprouting among the footy community, resonates with the humor and depth we’ve come to love in her work.
So who might enjoy The Season? It’s a must-read for those who appreciate familial introspection, love sports, and cherish the art of observation. Expect to dive into the complexities of connection, aging, and the joys and heartaches that come with being a witness to someone else’s life journey.
Thank you to @text_publishing for my review copy. This book was a delightful experience, full of laughter, reflection, and a gentle nudging to embrace the beauty of fleeting moments. If you’re ready for an experience that encapsulates both joy and a hint of melancholy, you’ll find it within these pages.