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An alternative cover edition for this ISBN can be found hereWhile Joan Lindsay's haunting Australian classic Picnic at Hanging Rock is a work of fiction the story is often considered one of Australia's greatest mysteriesIn 1900 a class of young women from an exclusive private school go on an excursion to the isolated Hanging Rock deep in the Australian bush The excursion ends in tragedy when three girls and a teacher mysteriously vanish after climbing the rock Only one girl returns with no memory of what has become of the others


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    ah and there you are my perfect little novel it has been some time since last we've embraced come let us reacquaint ourselves but what is that you say and so modestly? what is so perfect about you? my sweet darling don't be so shy you are indeed a wondrous creation here let me count the ways1 your mystery is timeless three schoolgirls and one schoolmistress disappear on Valentine's Day afternoon in 1900 in australia at the mysterious Hanging Rock where did they go? did Nature take them as revenge for all the injustices done against her? or perhaps she simply saw four enchanted individuals who belonged to her and not to the worldly world that they seemed to float above? upon their disappearance a sad and tragic series of events unfolds and broadens and so the mystery becomes larger a pattern of sorts is created many questions rise to the surface of a once placid community how do our actions impact others? how does a tragedy reverberate and affect all those connected how does it resonate in others and bring forth emotions and thoughts and actions that they never knew could exist? the mystery at the heart of this novel is like a stone tossed in a lake the mystery drops into the water past the surface not to be seen again but the water ripples outward concentric circles opening wider and wider that reach so much further beyond that initial impact that initial drop into the unknown 2 your prose is lovely not a single word is out of place so artful yet never overly mannered so charming yet never coy or affected so dry yet never cold blooded you manage to be both dreamy and precise your points are made with nuance and subtlety you do not hammer away relentlessly but are instead content to murmur your sharp but rather ambiguous comments all the better for your audience to contemplate them at leisure you say in your trim 213 pages than many novels that clock in at over twice your length3 your narrative a jewel box so compact and full of intriguing things and even better it is a magic box its interior is larger than its exterior in just a few pages here and there it outlines the lives and futures of a half dozen characters in a way that is clear and meaningful and real and often surprisingly ironic truth be told your story is an often cruel one with little or no hope for several of its characters and yet you note these twists and turns with the lightest of touches this light touch does not reduce the stories to anecdote but instead allows these lives these deaths these tragically missed opportunities and these happy endings to evoke a fable's simplicity 4 your characters are only briefly but efficiently characterized and yet they are indelible here is the boy who is courageous and idealistic and who lives above the world and who rescued the wrong girl or at least the wrong girl for him here is the girl who loved the world around her so much that she could not leave it and so was rescued and who then found that the love of her life that brave rescuer was not for her here is the loyal friend rooted in the physical rough and shy an ideal companion for a wistful idealist a secret and almost unrecognized hero one who is rewarded beyond his wildest imaginings here is the tragic sister a rebel an artist an orphan alone in the world roughly handled emotionally and physically yet loved and cared for but alas unknowingly a wilting flower destined for a flowerbed and there is our awful villain Mrs Appleyard the Headmistress dour and dreadful and rather grand a monster who comes undone5 you leave me with that intriguing unnerving feeling of Wanting To Know More it is a wonderful thing and there is so much to consider most of all why did those girls and their schoolmarm disappear? you throw out a bold red herring in your varied descriptions of nature being trampled underfoot by clumsy unknowing humans perhaps it is Nature's Revenge you seem to suggest upon a closer reading you offer a far ambiguous yet provocative interpretation one based upon the nature of those who disappeared they were not of this world in spirit or in deed with this reading their disappearance becomes less of a tragedy and of an epiphany the girls and their mistress have moved beyond us all and our petty concerns their lives were spent reaching beyond this mortal coil and so perhaps they have escaped it and entered a new realm a higher plane but in the end i do not believe the mystery itself is the point of your story i think that the tale of Picnic at Hanging Rock is less about what has happened and about what does it all mean is there a greater implication a pattern even to all of our little actions and to all of our little lives one that exists beyond us one that connects us to each other and to a world beyond?here in your own lovely words is where i found the true purpose behind your strange thoughtful talePeering down between the boulders Irma could see the glint of water and tiny figures coming and going through drifts of rosy smoke or mist 'Whatever can those people be doing down there like a lot of ants?' Marion looked out over her shoulder 'A surprising number of human beings are without purpose Although it's probable of course that they are performing some necessary function unknown to themselves' Irma was in no mood for one of Marion's lectures The ants and their business were dismissed without further comment Although Irma was aware for a little while of a rather curious sound coming up from the plain Like the beating of far off drumsoh the glorious mystery of it all but a person may ask what does it all truly mean? what is the exact point how does this all add up what specific message are we supposed to glean? well never fear you charming perfect book i am not one to kiss and tell your secrets shall remain safe with me