The latter statement turns out to be something of a premonition. Richard marries Pup, a financial consultant and frustrated novelist, and Hugh marries the aptly named Helen, a heartbreaking beauty. But though they lead elegant lives in the tonier reaches of Sydney, a secret eats away at the foursome: Hugh has never gotten over a childhood fling with Pup. As the story progresses, Richard reveals how their life together has been a mass of lies.
Summerland is a refreshingly ambitious novel, and a cleverly written one: Knox's people tumble into tragedy as if in slow motion. A little more information about their lives might, however, be appreciated. Richard admonishes, "You might want me to tell you how we decorated our houses, what labels and fabrics we allowed next our skin, where we ate.... Perhaps if we had cut each other up on the moon, or in Eritrea, it would be important for me to bring you some vivid impression. But the material lives of the rich are of little consequence." For the rest of us, though, the world of upper-crust Sydney might as well be the moon; it is the job of the narrator to tell us exactly these things. After all, it was Fitzgerald himself who wrote, "The very rich are different from you and me." --Claire Dederer