Trent Dalton’s Boy Swallows Universe

Trent Dalton, Boy Swallows Universe (Fourth Estate 2018)

Just when I was beginning to think I’d become that typical older white man who doesn’t enjoy fiction, along comes Boy Swallows Universe and demonstrates that if anything my taste is reverting to that of a much younger demographic. It’s depressive fiction that I don’t enjoy. I want my novels to be fun, and this one is fun. (Come to think of it, it’s not so long since I read Melissa Lucashenko’s Too Much Lip, and some bits in that keep coming back as unbidden memories that make me laugh, so Boy Swallows Universe isn’t an anomaly).

This is a novel full of odd characters, vivid villains, plenty of colour and movement, twists and turns, silliness and tears, something new and diverting on every page. Eli Bell, the narrator, is thirteen at the start of the novel. His brother August/Gus hasn’t spoken since their parents split up years before, but communicates by writing in the air. Their mother and de facto stepfather are recovered junkies, now dealing heroin, precariously involved in organised crime. The story that unfolds involves terrible violence, of the out-of-control domestic variety as well as the spine-chillingly calculated kind. It involves deep betrayal, and at least one moment of abject self-abasement more horrible than any of the violence.

But it’s also a love story. The boys’ babysitter, Slim, is a notorious criminal, who once served time for murder. Whether he did the crime is left an open question – as it must, because, we’re told in an author’s note, the character shares the name and the history of a real man was actually the author’s babysitter. Slim is Eli’s mentor: he helps him develop his remarkable powers of observation, and offers profound philosophical advice – usually with a half smoked durrie hanging from his lip: ‘The tricky part is learnin’ how to be good all the time and bad none of the time. Some of us get that right. Most of us don’t.’ There’s no doubt that he loves the boys. No doubt either that their mother, stepfather and even the father who turns up much later in the book, that they all love them in their wounded ways, and are loved in return. Eli knows that all these people have done bad things, and more, worse things are revealed as the novel progresses, and he wrestles with the question – not, How can you love a person who does bad things? but, What is a good person?

There’s a story early in the book that beautifully foreshadows some of this complexity. The school bully tells Eli to meet him in a secluded spot after school. When they meet, he and his thuggish offsider force Eli to splay his fingers on a flat surface while the bully, blindfolded brings a sharp knife dow=n, betting that he can land the blade between Eli’s fingers. They are interrupted in the nick of time by a school teacher, but Eli refuses to say anything untoward was happening. Later, asked by the bully’s mother – a powerful figure in the local drug trade – why he didn’t dob, Eli says, to the bully’s astonished pleasure, ‘Because he is my friend.’ And means it.

I was enjoying the book from the first page. The point where enjoyment turned to love is when Eli says:

I’ve never tasted the natural spring waters of Helidon, but I doubt they could match the sweet, restorative powers of an ice cold sarsaparilla.

(page 125)

You may need to be a Queenslander of a certain age to even understand what that sentence means, and I’m pretty certain that only a Queenslander could have written it. (Sarsaparilla, pronounced sarsprella in my childhood, is a soft drink that tastes like root beer, hard to find outside of Queensland, and not manufactured by the transnationals that otherwise dominate the softdrink market.)

Because, this is a Queensland novel through and through. Slim’s many escapes from prison earned him the nickname the Houdini of Boggo Road. The object of Eli’s infatuation works at the Courier-Mail. The beautiful names of Brisbane suburbs ring out through the story: Inala, Birrong, Sandgate, Toombul, Toowong, The Valley, The Gap. People feast on mud crabs, and no one trusts the police (it’s a just-post-Bjelke-Petersen novel).

There are fantasy elements – impossible conversations on a red phone, some romantic wish-fulfilment, maybe even the whole strand about Gus’s silence – that aren’t really integrated, and might irritate someone who wasn’t onside. For my part, I didn’t even have to forgive them: they work fine as decoration, they’re part of what make the book fun.

I feel a bit strange saying that a novel that includes scenes of terrible violence, a couple of teenage boys getting involved in drug trafficking, and some general degradation is fun. It’s not fun in the way, say, Breaking Bad, is, where sheer style carries the day. It’s fun because we encounter all those elements with an indomitably open-hearted narrator. Possibly spoiler alert: this is the kind of novel where the young hero, meeting the immensely powerful, chillingly evil villain, asks him on the record, ‘Are you a good man?’

14 responses to “Trent Dalton’s Boy Swallows Universe

  1. I loved it too. Took me a few pages but once I was in I was hooked. Fantastic to have a novel set in Inala and Brighton. Lots of twists and turns and fun almost magical characters. Just check Eli – not Eric. xxx


    • Oh God! All the interloping Erics have now become Elis. Thanks, Edwina – now we’re even for any proofing favours. I’m glad you loved it. The thing that struck me about all those Brisbane names wasn’t just how great to have the things happening in those places, but how wonderful the names sound.


  2. I loved this book and for me it was THE BOOK of the year for 2018 – so how pleasing/vindicated did I feel when eventually into early 2019 it won a number of literary prizes. But Trent Dalton in any event is one of the best writers/interviewers – of/for human interest sketches – in The Weekend Australian magazine (and along with its accompanying literary review pages – the only decent thing about the Murdoch NewsCorp Press in Australia)! And yes – at various points I had to stop and savour aspects of the tale which were clearly Queensland-particular. It’s a regional Brisbane-based story with universal appeal! Good review yet again, Jonathan!


  3. Phew Jonathan. When I saw this pop up in my inbox, I steeled myself for another negative review! Haha! So glad you liked it too. I loved it all, except for the final chase denouement (is that tautologous) which I didn’t feel was necessary.

    Did I know you were a Queenslander? I particularly loved it because I lived for 6 years in Sandgate which I was a child.


  4. Great review, Jonathan! I thought this was an excellent book too. One other thing that stood out to me was the sheer brutality and gore (almost horror elements), and I think it only worked because of the fantasy elements of the story – which takes the book outside of the realm of believability and into a gritty hybrid fantasy. On the flip side, it was fascinating to hear how many auto-biographical elements were in the story:


    • Thanks, Evan. Yes, one of the lovely things about the book is that two of its most unlikely elements are taken directly from life: the gaol escapee as babysitter, and the mysterious red phone


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