Book Review: The Songs of Jesse Adams, Peter McKinnon, Acorn 2014.
‘WWJD?’
has been a very popular slogan in Evangelical Christianity since the days of
the Jesus People in the 60s/70s. Every Christian pastor has preached or
counseled asking “If Jesus came to [our town] what would he be doing? Who would
he be with (would he hang out with society’s riff-raff again?). What would he
say about the evils and self-interest embedded at all levels in our country?”
Whilst
we preachers mightn’t be too specific about some things (unless we’re ready for
another Golgotha : still happens), here’s a
novel - Peter’s first - which in 346 very readable pages tries to imagine Jesus
and his followers in the 1960s/early 70s Melbourne
and its environs.
Peter
McKinnon is an interesting man. He’s produced two musicals; is au fait with the
business-world; and he remembers ‘those days’ very well. (I knew him in the
1970s/early 80s: a multi-talented parishioner, working – if I recall - as a
psychologist with Trans Australian Airways screening wannabe hostesses (‘they mustn’t be
too pretty or too plain’).
We
who have ‘remember when’ conversations about Australian life and culture ‘back
then’ will resonate with authentic descriptions on every page: three or four
different brands of cigarettes (who recalls the Peter Stuyvesants?), Kingswoods,
the paper-boy on his Malvern Star, trams (their ‘ding ding ding’ provides the
music for a disciple’s betrayal), Flinders’ Street, Fitzroy, Carlton playing
the Demons, a country town’s chook races, bodgies and bolshies, Albert Langer,
Monash Maoists, Vietnam War protests, Kentucky Fried Chicken (the newest food
sensation)… There are words/phrases/clichés I’ve not heard for decades: ‘You’ve
been had’, galoots
(remember that word?) and many more…
And
if you went to Sunday School ‘back then’ (more of us did) you’ll enjoy spotting
the Gospels’ equivalents of about 30 or 40 characters and events: Mary
Magdalene, Jesus’ mother Mary, Peter, the rich young ruler (“it’s all or
nothing Jarret”), the cleansing of the temple (done by Jesse in a Melbourne city
church!), ‘lost and found’ stories, the ‘woman with five de factos, six
including the last dropkick’, the Good Samaritan, one of the lyrics an
interesting ‘take’ on the Lord’s Prayer, Judas, the Sadducees/politicians, the
Last Supper (in a pub, the ‘Doubtful’!), the mockery of a trial, the
Emmaus-event, and many more…
But
above all there are the constants in terms of human sinning (‘like a terminal
cancer’): an inordinate preoccupation with earning, amassing and stealing money,
institutional evil (police, government, church, media et al), widespread antipathy
towards society’s scapegoats – homosexuals, ‘communists’, criminal gangs (they’re
at the bottom and the top of our culture).
Peter’s
writing-style is quite brilliant. How about this: ‘wearing a grin that would
charm the stripes off a tiger’? He’s mostly restrained, sometimes oblique, until
you get to the gripping page-turning denouement events towards the end. The
build-up includes some dramatic events – as when Jesse hijacks a mayoral
men-only function and invites the women to join them; or interrupts a State
parliamentary sitting! Many of these scenarios are somewhat improbable.
Exactly!
So
here we have a bush-boy who becomes God-man, and whose message is clear: Love
is all you need. Love wins no matter what life throws up. Happy is good; free
is better. ‘I don’t want to own anything.’ And even ‘Peace for poofters’ (p.
238).
People
from everywhere came just to hear this ‘stirrer from nowhere’ talk (as well as
sing). ‘He was The Man’ (p.86), his era’s most charismatic pop-star, its
greatest celebrity - a sort-of cross between the Beatles and Jesus. (I know
someone born back then who says “If church can be as good as a U2 concert I’d
be there every week!”). But Jesse is humble: “As for who’s the best – it’s the
kid here. Big shots come last in my book” (p. 248). And like Jesus he needed to
slip away occasionally to enjoy some solitude (he liked hotel roof-tops and
similar places).
Ever
thought about this: ‘How can a body go missing from a modern city’s morgue?’
Good question.
I
can imagine church youth groups and reading clubs having a wonderful time with
this book.
Rowland
Croucher
jmm.org.au
July
2014
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