Dream Stuff

Dream Stuff is a collection of short stories by the Australian writer David Malouf, published in 2000.

Contents

 * "At Schindler's"
 * "Closer"
 * "Blacksoil Country"
 * "Jacko's Reach"
 * "Lone Pine"
 * "Night Training"
 * "Sally's Story"
 * "Great Day"

Jacko's Reach Summary
Jacko's Reach, a four-and-a-half-acre area in Sydney, has been cleared and built on for progress. The council plans to have a new shopping mall, skateboard ramp, floodlit courts, and a Heritage Walk on the riverside. The area was once an eyesore, openly in communication through native animals and birds, and a point of re-entry to memories they no longer use. The name Jacko's Reach was once known as Jago's, but its name lurches backward into an earlier, not-quite-forgotten history.

The people who had a legal right to the Reach are Sydneysiders, but they have fallen back to a single remnant, a Miss Hardie of Pymble, who claims to have been a pupil of Patti and sold Jacko's over the telephone for a song. To grasp the place, one must have seen and been into it, and lived with it as the one area of disorder and difference in a town that prides itself on being typical.

Local stories about the place, such as a quarrel between two bullockies before the First World War, are endlessly repeated. The fact that the place still exists and has a name allows readers to go out and take a look at it. The tree, Jacko's Reach, has become a mystery as real as the rough bark of the tree itself, and it has become a code word for something as secret as what one had in their pants.

In the meantime, Jacko's Reach has fed the body's heated fantasies, making it as ordinary as one's backyard. It was changed and charged, and why shouldn't it be?

Jacko's is a place that has been enticing and unentered for generations, offering a space of freedom and freedom. The four and a half acres of the place are dark under the moon on even the starriest nights, and they fill a disproportionate area of the head. Girls especially can be made to blush just at the mention of it, but they too have a new interest in it.

Valmay Mitchell, a thirteen-year-old girl, disappeared when she was in seventh grade. People immediately thought the worst, as she was deeply drawn to acts of violence. She had last been seen going into Jacko's with a boy on a bike, but never publicly identified. They found no trace of her, but some of the searchers found things they had lost there and had spent years looking for.

The hunt for Valmay led to the discovery of her innocence being restored, and she was found in Sydney, having a baby. Middle-aged people now barely cross their lives, but they still share an older fellowship than the ones they belong to now, such as Rotary, Lions, or BMA. Some of them are still willing to acknowledge this, as they see darker loyalties and deeper affinities submerged now under more acceptable ones.

Jacko's will enter the dimension of the symbolic, which has always been there, even though the grit of its undergrowth and the density of its undergrowth obscured the fact. It is like having the power to see into someone's pocket, where among the small change and dustballs he is still turning over a favorite taw.

The text describes a wilderness that has always been there, unaltered by any documents or ownership. It emphasizes the importance of this area of experience, which is deeply forgotten and cannot be revealed. The author suggests that if there is only one wild acre, it will be preserved, and if not, it will be invented. (NK)