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As a coming-of-age story, this first novel by a young Australian writer would alarm those who leaped to condemn Ted Dawe's Into The River, which recently won this country's Young Adult Fiction award.

Mackenzie's floridly written book has the pretty young teen Charles Fox, from a rural property in West Australia, nervously off to a city boarding school where, on the first day, he is roughed up and sexually assaulted by rough-hewn older boys.

Then he encounters an attractive young teacher from England smitten with Fox's feminine looks and innocence when he sees him naked in a changing room. Later - after Fox faints - the teacher, Penworth, gives Charles whisky, then caresses and kisses him, "clumsily and hard on the lips".

Penworth manipulates Charles' emotions, makes himself the confused boy's confidant, and invites him into a world of secret passions and private discussions about desire.


When Charles returns home for his holidays he falls for a voluptuous and sensual girl and she arouses other passions, which infect his dreams.

"During that long hot summer, and more noticeably since he had lived among boys and listened to manly and experienced images in their talk, he was frequently aware at the back of his mind of a tightness in his own loins and a warmth there, as though some hot flower were about to break from the green bud, or some ripening fruit to burst ... Sleep, that had been his refuge and innocence, was now his concern ... from those deepest depths some mysterious succuba flung him face-upwards into a dark and bewildering consciousness and hot night bore down on him."

And so it goes, page after page of steamy and often confusing passions interspersed with beautifully evocative, if sometimes over-wrought, descriptions of Nature that exude sexual possibilities: "The thick fleshy odour of sweating mud hung in the air here ... when a breeze oozed warmly and fitfully down with the current, [the reeds] knocked together and rattled secretly, until it seemed that the lazy ripples whispered in that swooning air."

Mackenzie wrote this book - what David Malouf calls "a hymn to youth, to life, to sexual freedom and moral independence" - in a five-week spurt in 1937 when he was only 23.

Based on his own experiences as a 13-year-old sent to a boarding school in Perth, he had started it at 17 and it drew acclaim in Britain and Sydney, and won the Australian Literary Society Gold Medal. It reappears now under the Text Classics imprint.

Although perhaps hard going for contemporary readers - it owes something to D.H. Lawrence and it will be no surprise the author would come to count among his friends the artist Norman Lindsay whose work would embrace the erotic - The Young Desire It is suffused in such rich language and evocative allusions it is surprisingly hard to put aside. But moral guardians who condemned Dawe's book need not worry. It will be an unusual teenager - one as rare and precocious as the author - who would make it past a few pages of this rococo but often rather lovely writing where Nature possesses a spiritual and sexual presence and innocence is eroded by love and desire.

The Young Desire It by Kenneth Mackenzie (Text Classics, $30)