As protagonists go, Autumn Laing and I did not get off to a great start.
This tenth novel from Australian author Alex Miller begins when Autumn is 85 years old "and skeleton-gaunt". She has outlived the circle of artists she cultivated in the 1930s, so she is shocked to see Edith Black walking down the street. The sighting prompts her to think back to the affair she had more than half a century earlier with Edith's artist husband, Pat Donlon.
In the opening chapter Autumn is unable to rest, wondering whether she may "yet recompense [Edith] with the truth." And so she resolves to write down that truth, "the torture that accompanies grand visions... and the beauty and the awful price of illicit love".
I didn't like Autumn much after the bitter opening monologue, but I found myself sufficiently intrigued by this story of an all-consuming affair between artist and mentor to choose it as my November feature read.
My interest was heightened because I'd read that both Autumn's character and her fictional affair with artist Pat Donlon were inspired at least in part by well-known art patron Sunday Reed, and her relationship with the renowned artist Sidney Nolan.