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  consumerism, increasing affluence and economic growth and rampant

  mining development. The tide of often vague, ill-directed nationalism that

  accompanied the demise of British Australia, which Clark had ridden so

  successfully, had helped to push Australian authors, artists and celebrities

  to the fore remarkably quickly. In Whitlam’s Australia, intellectuals

  were accorded a public platform and authority they had never claimed

  before. Publishers were keen to capitalise on this cultural awakening and

  the booming genre of autobiography was no exception. The emotive

  style of Clark’s autobiographies proved an exception to James Walter’s

  identification of ‘the dominance in Australian biography of an empiricist,

  positivist tradition – strictly chronological, favouring the public life over

  the private, description over analysis and the preservation of emotional

  distance – at least up until [the early 1980s]’. But, in other respects, his

  work was typical of broader literary and cultural trends. As Bruce Bennett

  noted as early as 1998, so many Australian autobiographies published in

  the late twentieth century, particularly those by authors such as Patrick

  15 Clark to Humphrey McQueen, 7 July 1989, Papers of Humphrey McQueen, NLA, MS 4809,

  Folder Addition 31.5.1990, ‘Correspondence with Manning Clark, 1988–1990’.

  16 Clark to McQueen, 15 August 1988, in ibid.

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  White, Donald Horne and Geoffrey Dutton, sought to trace a life as

  ‘part of a national allegory’.17 Clark’s autobiographies were probably the

  prime example.

  In The Puzzles of Childhood, Clark casts his first years in the harsh light

  of his latter-day celebrity status. Thus, from the moment of his birth, he

  is destined to become a national prophet. Early in the book we read his

  mother’s words to the infant Manning: ‘one day [you] will be a famous

  man’.18 Clark’s mother’s observation seems remarkably perceptive given

  that at this stage her son had not even begun to walk or talk. Other

  examples of remembering past experience through the imperatives

  of Clark’s latter-day status as a national prophet abound. In The Quest

  for Grace, Clark continuously complains of the English condescension

  towards Australians that he experienced in Oxford. ‘It made me very

  conscious of myself as an Australian.’ Playing cricket for Oxford, he

  claimed that the English ‘treated [him] as an outsider … they didn’t

  accept me as an ordinary human being and I’ve never forgotten it’.19 Yet

  in his diary during these years there is very little if any evidence of these

  sentiments. He certainly remarks on his experience of English superiority,

  but the young Clark is painfully aware of what he perceives to be the far

  more cultured existence in England. He yearns to be accepted. In fact,

  his depiction of his experience in England in the late 1930s in The Quest

  for Grace demonstrates how he has retrospectively coloured his memories

  through the prism of post-Dismissal Australia. A similar rewriting of the

  past can be observed in Clark’s history.

  The last three volumes of A History of Australia, all written in the wake

  of the Dismissal, give greater stress to Australian nationalism. The earlier

  schema of the grand contest between Catholicism, Protestantism and

  the Enlightenment falls away. In its place is the simplistic polarity of the

  Old Dead Tree (Britain) and the Young Tree Green (Australia). Clark’s

  depiction of the Anglo-Australian relationship becomes increasingly

  crude. ‘Colonials don’t make their own history,’ he proclaims, ‘decisions

  are made for them in London.’20 The Dismissal sharpened Clark’s anti-

  17 Bruce Bennett, ‘Literary Culture since Vietnam: A New Dynamic’, in Bruce Bennett and

  Jennifer Strauss, eds, Oxford Literary History of Australia (Melbourne: Oxford University Press, 1988), 255; and James Walter, quoted by Bennett, ibid., 287.

  18 Manning Clark, The Puzzles of Childhood (Ringwood: Penguin, 1989), 48.

  19 Clark interviewed in Australian Playboy, July 1981, 31–4.

  20 Glen Mitchell, ‘Interview with Professor Manning Clark’, University of Wollongong Historical Journal, 1:1 (1975), 65–75.

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  British sentiments. As public intellectual, historian and autobiographer,

  he wrote both his life story and the nation’s history in the image of late

  twentieth-century nationalism. The purpose of Clark’s life, as he told it,

  was to hammer the last nail in the coffin of British Australia. He appears

  to be born to oversee the end of Empire.

  The opening page of The Puzzles of Childhood contains a story he first told

  in 1979. It is December 1919 and Clark is four years old. He is sitting

  on the backyard lawn of his home in Burwood. Looking up in the sky, he

  sees a mechanical bird soaring above. Curious, he asks his mother what it

  might be. She explains that the bird is the plane piloted by Keith and Ross

  Smith; they are on the last leg of their flight from London to Sydney. It is

  one of Clark’s first memories, but like so many of his memories, the facts

  do not quite match the power of the story. In December 1919, Sir Keith

  and Ross Smith landed not in Sydney but in Darwin. Due to mechanical

  problems, their plane did not arrive in Sydney until three months later,

  on 14 February 1920. As the Sydney Morning Herald reported, it was not

  the first plane that Sydneysiders had set eyes on but ‘the thrill came when

  one thought, as he gazed, this plane had come from England!’ Thousands

  of people stood on rooftops to catch a glimpse of the plane, which was

  escorted by three others as it approached the city from the south. The

  flight path did not take the planes over Clark’s home in Burwood, but over

  the city’s northern suburbs. First sighted over Mascot, the Smith Brothers

  flew over the heads, down to the city, then north towards Mosman, before

  circling back over the harbour, down over Hyde Park and on to Mascot to

  land. Even if Clark had the date wrong, he would have needed to be on

  his roof at Burwood, a four-year-old boy with sure feet and a telescope,

  in order to see the Smiths’ plane. Fundraising flights also took place in

  the weeks after the historic occasion – perhaps Clark had mistakenly

  remembered one of these flights? It is certainly possible that he did see

  a plane in the sky from his backyard in Burwood in February 1920, but the

  story as Clark tells it, this powerful opening image of his autobiography, is

  not about the young Clark, it is about the old Clark.

  His apocryphal tale of an innocent child gazing up to the sky to see the

  arrival of the first flight from England to Australia is a memory tailor-

  made for the grand man of history. His first memory is of a historically

  significant event. The giant bird in the sky – the portent of war waged

  from the air, of the coming age of technology and globalisation – brings

  with it the historical forces of modernity that will shape twentieth-century

  Australia. Memory obediently serves the titanic public figure, lining up

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/>   family stories and national history until they seem to be one and the same

  journey. Like so many of Clark’s stories, their telling allowed him to be

  present in the past. He became the witness, already the historian at only

  four years of age. The final effect was to make the path he chose to follow

  appear as his inevitable destiny.

  More than twenty-five years after Clark’s death, it is also possible to see

  that Clark’s autobiographies rest on a pillar of falsehoods and half-truths.

  Perhaps it is commonplace to observe that ‘autobiographies tell more lies

  than all but the most self-indulgent fiction’.21 The late Gunter Grass, no

  stranger to autobiographical fiction himself, reflected that in autobiography,

  ‘the conventions of literary reminiscence and historical recollection are

  flawed’. Autobiographical truth, Grass insisted, ‘all too easily gives way

  to the old literary lies. The past is elusive, memory plays tricks, the self

  of narrative is a stranger to the self who writes’.22 The fictive quality of

  autobiography has long been established. But Clark’s autobiographical

  writings point not only to the notorious unreliability of autobiography,

  resting as it does on the paper-thin house of memory, but to much larger

  questions, such as the relationship between autobiographical truth and

  celebrity status and the autobiographer’s right to ‘own’ their life story.

  There is a wonderfully revealing moment in an Australian Broadcasting

  Corporation (ABC) radio interview conducted after the publication of

  The Puzzles of Childhood in 1989. Interviewing Clark, ABC journalist

  Terry Lane was perplexed by his uncanny ability in the book to know

  precisely what his father and mother were thinking and feeling at any

  given point in time, not to mention his astonishing recall of the thoughts

  and emotions of his childhood self. ‘But how can you possibly know these

  things?’, Lane asked Clark incredulously. Slightly unnerved, Manning

  replied: ‘Well Terry, it’s my view of my life and my view can’t be wrong’.

  Clark’s deadpan response put a swift end to Lane’s line of questioning.23

  Yet it also raised a crucial question for biographers and readers: to what

  extent can the autobiographer’s interpretation and recollection of his life

  be challenged? Can the biographer know his subject’s life better than the

  subject knows himself? ‘There is your life as you know it and also as others

  21 A.S. Byatt, quoted in Allan Massie, ‘Writing of, or from, Yourself’, Spectator, 27 January 2010,

  www.spectator.co.uk/2010/01/writing-of-or-from-yourself/.

  22 Ian Brunskill, ‘An Added Ingredient’, review of Beim Hauten der Zwiebel by Gunter Grass, Times Literary Supplement, 27 September 2006, 3–4.

  23 ‘Terry Lane Talks with Manning Clark’, ABC Spoken Word Cassette, 1990 (copy in Manning

  Clark House, Canberra).

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  know it,’ wrote James Salter in his memoir Burning the Days, ‘it is difficult

  to realise that you are observed from a number of points and that the sum

  of them has validity.’24 It was precisely this perspective that Clark rejected.

  He claimed sole authority to interpret his life. But the autobiographer’s

  recollection of his life can indeed be shown to be wrong. Because so much

  of Clark’s life was lived on the public record, and because he archived his

  diaries and correspondence so meticulously, it is possible to test many

  of the claims that he makes in his autobiographies. In fact, the issue of

  autobiographical truth is crucial in understanding Clark’s role in late

  twentieth-century Australia. As Salter further reflected when explaining

  his methods of recollection in his memoir:

  What I have done is to write about people and events that were important

  to me, and to be truthful though relying, in one place or another, on mere

  memory. Your language is your country Leautaud said, but memory is also,

  as well as being a measure, in its imprint, of the value of things. I suppose

  it could be just as convincingly argued that the opposite is true, that what

  one chooses to forget is equally revealing.25

  Clark concurred with Salter in so far as he relied on what Virginia Woolf

  described as ‘moments of being’ – recollections that were deeply inscribed

  in his memory precisely because of their self-revelatory nature.26 He did not

  want to write an autobiography that resembled his impression of Kaplan’s

  biography of Dickens, ‘one of those American academic biographies which

  tells you what he had for breakfast but not what you want to know’.27

  If memory was to be employed then it was not an instrument of reference

  so much as an instrument of self-discovery.28 Yet Clark also conspicuously

  failed to take account of the possibility that what he had misremembered,

  invented, exaggerated or repressed was potentially more revealing than all

  of the words set down in his autobiographies. ‘What I was trying to do’,

  Clark explained, ‘was to draw a picture of memory … a portrait of the

  inside of my head.’29 However, his claim to have relied mostly on memory

  in writing his autobiography is only partially true. Indeed, the evidence

  24 James Salter, Burning the Days (New York: Vintage, 1997), 4.

  25 Ibid., xi.

  26 Hermione Woolf, Moments of Being: Autobiographical Writings, introduced by Hermione Lee (London: Pimlico, 2002).

  27 Clark to McQueen, 30 April 1989, McQueen Papers, NLA, MS 4809, Folder Addition

  31.5.1990.

  28 On this distinction, see Samuel Beckett, Proust and Three Dialogues (London: John Calder, 1999; first published in 1965), 29.

  29 Clark interviewed by Peter Craven, Sunday Herald, 8 October 1989, 42.

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  in Clark’s papers shows that he wrote his autobiographies in the same

  way that he wrote his history, as a series of character sketches interspersed

  with personal recollections, a performer improvising from primary

  sources and a mystic led through life by a series of epiphanies. Far from

  relying on memory alone, Clark carried out extensive research, especially

  for The Puzzles of Childhood. He wrote to various churches and historical

  societies seeking information on his parents’ lives. He copied documents

  relating to his ancestors such as Samuel Marsden. He sourced newspaper

  articles and local histories to provide historical context. And he made an

  attempt to read reflections on autobiography by writers such as Michael

  Holroyd.

  Nor was he the only researcher. Dymphna carried out most of his research.

  The archives are full of copious notes in her handwriting. She corrected

  grammar and punctuation, she suggested rephrasing and she corrected

  dates, places and memories. As Clark’s editor, some of her marginal

  comments are telling:

  did you or did you not know where you stood? …

  Was it at Port Jackson (not Botany Bay) that the Aborigines told the

  British to go away? …

  She needs to be identified – wife or flame? … she has been doing it off

  and on for 140 pages! …

  Do you think it tactful to talk about [your brother’s] generosity to ‘those
/>   more gifted’ [like yourself]? What about ‘to those with gifts different from

  his own’

  Poor you, trapped in this terrible heart-dimming straitening institution,

  for all these years, pitiful, come on now!

  After 50 years of marriage, Dymphna was clearly exasperated by the self-

  serving nature of Clark’s recollections. For her, the lack of truthfulness in

  Clark’s autobiographies undermined their claims to authenticity and their

  pretensions to literary greatness. For Clark, although he seemed to remain

  blissfully unaware of his tendency to self-aggrandise, he was nonetheless

  painfully conscious of his tendency to omit certain details and events in

  telling the story of his life.30

  30 Dymphna’s comments can be found in the Manning Clark Papers, MS 7550, Series 25, Box 173,

  ‘Correspondence and drafts relating to Quest for Grace’. The first folder includes her handwritten editing notes.

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  As he wrote both volumes of autobiography throughout the late 1980s,

  Clark frequently exhorted himself to tell the truth about his life. ‘How to

  be truthful without exposing one’s own swinishness’, he wrote searchingly,

  and ‘how to be honest without offending someone?’31 Despite his many

  promises to friends such as Humphrey McQueen that he would not recoil

  from writing an unvarnished account of his life (‘Is the non-truth worth

  the paper on which it is written? I believe passionately we should all face

  the truth about ourselves’), the pages of his diary reveal his guilt and self-

  loathing because of his failure to do so.32 On 11 March 1988, as he was

  beginning to write The Puzzles of Childhood, he wallowed in self-pity and

  disillusionment:

  Last night in bed had an attack of angina. I know my travelling and

  lecturing are killing me, but, maybe, that is what I want, the pain of

  living is now so intense. My wife is still taking revenge on me for my past

  iniquities. My closest friend, the one in whom I placed complete trust, has

  deserted me in my hour of need, the attacks on my work and character

  continue and will probably go on for a while after I am dead. I have lost

  faith in the autobiography.33

  By the time both volumes of autobiography were published in 1990,

  Clark was firmly convinced that he had failed the task of self-examination

 

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