'Life of Brine' by Phil Jarratt

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Stu Nettle (stunet)
The Depth Test

Over the last fifteen years Phil Jarratt has assumed many voices: the industry whistleblower in Salts and Suits; stiff administrator in Surfing Australia; and somewhat improbably, a giddy 16-year-old girl in That Summer at Boomerang. Thankfully he’s put all that carry on to rest and finally employed the voice that comes most naturally. It’s his own voice of course, and the book is his autobiography, the hilariously titled, Life of Brine.

To surfers, Jarratt is most well known as the 1970s literary rogue from Tracks, a writer who followed the lead of Wolfe, Didion, and HST by breaking the rules of journalism and injecting himself into the narrative. Jarratt stepped from behind the typewriter and into his own stories, so not only did he supply the copy to Tracks during their formative years, he was a character on their pages.

And within a few years he was a character on the pages of Playboy and Penthouse. No match for the pictorials, Jarratt had to extend his range; the literary deceits gave way to solid profile pieces and in depth reporting. Then came book publishing, magazine publishing, a jetsetting five years as Quiksilver exec, and finally an overdue return to the surf. This circular chronology, charting an unyielding return to water, frames Life of Brine.

And fortunately for the readers that’s about as sentimental as the book gets. Unlike other surfing memoirs, Jarratt runs a fine line in self-deprecation. Think Clive James in Unreliable Memoirs but replace Kogarah with Corrimal, and you’re somewhere in the neighbourhood. Jarratt makes good sport of the lingering Victorian habits of post-war Australia, such as a zealous scout master kneeling amongst a circle of his charges and ordering them to “spunk up!”

In another age...well, that age is now, stories like this can appear off colour. Enough to make a room fall silent, but guided by a dry wit Jarratt milks the innocence out of it (try not to think about that too literally). But lest you think it’s all schoolboy fumblings, clumsy gangbangs, and recreational drugs, there is some surfing to be found. Early days at Corrimal are a boys own adventure of empty beaches, shacks in the dunes, and Darrell Eastlake as some kind of Kahuna.

Yes, Big Daz appears when he sets up the first surf shop in the area and guides young Philip out of short pants - though it’s nothing untoward this time around. His is one of the many cameos who appear as Jarratt’s world expands. A day on the town with Bill Murray and a night on the tiles with Hunter S. Thompson add some pop culture counterweight to Slater, Lopez, and Dora.

A few years ago, surfing historian Matt Warshaw praised the literary style of Phil Jarratt. “I wish I could wield a semicolon like Phil Jarratt,” gushed Warshaw, and indeed his style is as tight as a copy editor at the Times, yet it’s the storytelling that resonates. Protocol demands that everything in Life of Brine be true, it’s a memoir after all, yet it still sounds like someone down the pub reciting a fantastic story.

A life well lived becomes a story well told.

'Life of Brine' is published by Hardie Grant and is on sale now.

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talkingturkey Thursday, 3 Aug 2017 at 1:34pm

Nice piece.

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stunet Thursday, 3 Aug 2017 at 1:30pm

Second one fixed.

First one Oxford comma.

Whole thing rushed.

Cheers

EDIT! Now I see...

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talkingturkey Thursday, 3 Aug 2017 at 1:37pm

Again, nice. A buy and keep-er, methinks.

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radiationrules Thursday, 3 Aug 2017 at 3:22pm

..when I had no reference point for anything I remember reading a PJ story about the hierarchy at Dee Why Point and comparing it to HST's "Hell’s Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs", which was recommended reading in my sociology minor. Thereafter, I became a life-long fan of the gonzo method and his turn of phrase, which seems to hang off lyrically calling a "spade a spade" with what's what or not in surfing..might I add he built a cornerstone for the emergence of the next generation of talented writers like SN.

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thermalben Thursday, 3 Aug 2017 at 3:36pm

That 'tash is something else, Phil.

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batfink Thursday, 3 Aug 2017 at 6:15pm

Unreliable memoirs, yeah, James best work, especially having grown up and schooled around that area.

You'll be able to walk around Corrimal doing the same with Phil's book Stu.

Oxford commas and all.

I'd expect this is well worth a read, he is a master penman. No, not a pun!

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the-u-turn Monday, 7 Aug 2017 at 11:34am

Ahh PJ. I refer to him as the Grey Guru, the legend in the lunchbox. Indeed with Phil a spade is a spade and he's easily bought by a swiftly pulled schooner or three. The tales always well worth the happy hour investment.

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Sprout Monday, 21 Jan 2019 at 10:06pm

This was so mind numbingly boring I could barely force myself to the half way point. Think I'll leave it on a seat down the local.