My sister’s dog’s name is Oscar; same as this red headed priest who emigrated to Australia from Ireland. The lad wanted to build a glass church so people could see God’s glorious universe while they prayed – yeah, good idea to have a glass house in the north of Queensland! Seems to me he wanted his parishioners to sample hell’s ovens before they actually got there. He met this woman Lucy or something who, like Oscar, was an obsessive gambler. Oscar lost the church in a bet and unsurprisingly drowned when trying to float the monolith up the river to bring Christianity to the savages. Oops, did I spoil the end for you? Anyway, Oscar, my sister’s dog, not the priest, ate my copy of the book so can’t tell you the name of the author but I think he won a prize – the author that is, not my sister’s dog.
A warped book review of Oscar and Lucinda by Peter Carey – for the Flash Fiction 2 July 08 Challenge (past its anniversary so thought I’d dust it off).