Au’s novella,which won the inaugural Novel Prize,reprises the theme of absent mothers and parental distance,but the larger focus is on the fragmentary nature of perception and identity. It is a book about palimpsests and what,like snow melting,runs together and washes away in the stories we tell. Au returns repeatedly to the notion of art as something illuminating,if not always trustworthy – or only trustworthy in a metaphysical,rather than material,sense. She seems to suggest that things do not need to have really happened or be understood “correctly” in order to be true.
Although nothing in here purports to be autofiction,it has the elegiac,memoiristic quality of that form’s close antecedent;the Japaneseshishosetsu or “I novel”. Like two of its great exemplars,Natsume Soseki and Shiga Naoya,Cold is melancholy and elusive.
Themes of being a guest,both in one’s own life and country – and in the lives and countries of others – recur as the narrator contemplates hospitality in classical Greek literature,her family’s past in Hong Kong,acquaintances and friendships in (what appears to be) Australia and,of course,her foreignness in Tokyo.
Au’s narrator has succeeded in passing the hurdles of the middle-class grind,only to find that she inwardly has no real understanding of herself or others.
She reflects on the notion of making one’s presence on earth “as light as possible”,on being mindful and aware of the quiddity of things as simple as “a scarf as blue as the cobalt of Delft tableware” (inCold,blue stands for contemplation,as well as distance from worldly objects and perhaps one’s own identity). As in many examples of theshishosetsu,Au’s narrator has succeeded in passing the hurdles of the middle-class grind,only to find that she inwardly has no real understanding of herself or others,as though she were a spectre for whom “there was something else,something fundamental,that I did not understand”.
Yet Au’s narrator feels,not so much burdened but relieved by her loneliness;it becomes a pleasure and source of freedom to be alone,close to the raw materials and information of existence.