The novel reaches the present day but the chapters skip backwards and forwards between the generations so it's up to the reader to an extent to piece together the story and work out the connections between each person.
Chapter by chapter we meet Stanzi, the troubled counsellor, Charlotte, the flaky yoga teacher, moody teenager Alec, lovely Connie, sly Francis, long-suffering Jean and neighbours Jack and Annabel, who are important to them in different ways. Each of the nine voices is distinct and brimming with personality and by the finish every part of the jigsaw fits perfectly and you see the whole sweep of this romantic, thoughtful, heartbreaking story.
Somehow, Jordan achieves the feat of being both satirical of and compassionate to her characters. It is as if she is writing about blood relatives she cares for despite their flaws. There is a message here: life is fragile; those we love can be gone in an instant; hold on tight to them while you can, she is telling us.
Jordan's previous novels, Addition and Fall Girl, were smart, sassy and humorous. Nine Days has taken her to another level. More serious than her previous work but with the same astute observations, brightness and wit, it's a sensitive and beautiful novel, a slice of Australia's working-class history, that is a joy to read.
There remains a mystery surrounding the people in the photograph that so inspired the author. It was found in the archives of The Argus newspaper and so far the couple haven't been identified. While it would be interesting to discover the truth, Jordan's fiction feels honest and real enough to stand in its stead in the meantime.