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‘The Daughters of Mars’ by Thomas Keneally

The Daughters of Mars by Thomas Keneally

Fiction – paperback; Sceptre; 520 pages; 2012.

Australian writer Thomas Keneally is probably best known for his novel Schindler’s Ark, which won the Booker Prize in 1982 and was adapted into an Oscar-winning film (under the name Schindler’s List) by Steven Spielberg in 1994. But he has a vast backlist of novels (34 at last count!) and non-fiction books (18!) to his name, some of which have lingered in my TBR for years.

The Daughters of Mars, which was published in 2012, is a powerful novel about two sisters from rural NSW who are nurses during the Great War. I extracted it from my shelves to take with me on a recent trip to Abu Dhabi and found it the perfect holiday read. At more than 500 pages of densely packed prose, it kept me entertained for an entire week, which meant I really didn’t need to take any other reading material with me.

The book is one of those proper epics that traverses continents, hemispheres and world history, and tells the story, not only of sibling rivalries, family obligations and small-town jealousies, but of what it was like to go to the other side of the earth to nurse the men so horribly maimed and injured, first in the Dardanelles, then on the Western Front. Keneally brings to life so much of that brutal conflict, I found myself grimacing in places, wiping tears away at others. Yet this book is never soppy or sentimental.

Sister act

Initially, the two sisters, Naomi and Sally Durance, have quite a strained relationship. When the book opens, their mother, who has endured an agonising battle with cancer, has died at home, where the pair of them have taken it in turns to offer palliative care. But there are suspicions that Naomi euthanised her using an overdose of morphine that Sally stole from the local hospital in which she works. Yet this “crime” is never discussed openly between the sisters, and this guilty secret hangs over their relationship for the entire length of the book.

But thrown together in war-torn Europe, the Durances learn to depend upon one another in ways they would never have had to back home, and their  cool relationship thaws to one of friendship and love. If that makes The Daughters of Mars sound overly heart-warming, let me assure you that it never quite feels that way.

While there is some romance (each of them meets potential life partners during their years abroad), this is not a saccharine read. Indeed, any leanings towards soppiness is tempered by the brutality they must confront on the hospital ship, where soldiers maimed during the failed campaign at Gallipoli are brought on board for treatment (or to die), and later in the emergency field hospitals and clearing stations near the Western Front, where the injuries treated are more horrific than anyone could ever imagine, thanks largely to the use of gas — tear gas, chloropicrin, phosgene and chlorine, for instance — which burned eyes and airways.

There was a new gas now — mustard gas. It did not cripple the membranes and crimp the alveoli. It burned all membranes instead. It burned the eyes, the face, the mucous membranes and the walls of the lung. The mustard victims arrived at the gas ward stripped naked by the orderlies in reception and carried on a clean stretcher in a clean blanket. For the oily vapours of the chemical which had entered their clothing could burn them through fabric. […] The nurses did what could be done to help the naked and blistered, grasping men to gargle out the poison, to wash it from their noses and eyes. But the bodies of the gassed themselves exuded the poison, and every quarter of an hour nurses must go outside and take the fresh air and cough their throats clear of the communicated venom.

Throughout the novel, medical procedures and treatments are described in exacting — and visceral — detail, which helps to make the carnage, the turmoil and the trauma so vivid. The fact that both sisters are constantly aware of their own mortality is also an important element of the story, for they survive the sinking of their hospital ship and later lose newly made friends and colleagues to all manner of illness and injury. It makes their own ongoing survival seem such a miracle: why are they spared when so many others have not been?

A Great War epic

The Daughters of Mars is a wide-ranging epic that spans the length of the Great War, but what makes it different to other war fiction is its focus on what it was like to be a volunteer nurse far from home during a conflict we only ever seem to read about from a man’s perspective. It’s warm and intimate, and the female voices ring true at every turn.  It’s definitely a worthy addition to that great canon of literature about the First World War.

Finally, I have to mention the ending, which seems to attract a rather mixed reaction from those I know who have read this book. Of course, I’m not going to outline what happens here, but let me say this: I liked it. It has lingered in my mind ever since, and I think that’s a  good sign that it has worked. Many others won’t agree.

For other takes, please see Lisa’s review on ANZ LitLovers and Karen’s review on Booker Talk.

This novel is published in the UK, US and Canada.

I chose it as my book of the month for Waterstones.

This is my 25th book for #ReadingAustralia2016

10 thoughts on “‘The Daughters of Mars’ by Thomas Keneally”

    1. Oh, that’s interesting… I really liked this one. I’ve only ever read Schindler’s Ark, so not really an expert as to whether this book is indicative of his style or not.


  1. yes I winced at times too but otherwise I think my reading experience was rather different. In the review I published earlier this week I called it ‘overblown’ and ‘baggy’ because I felt he just threw way too much into the story and it just went on and on and on


  2. Oh, I must read your review… I understand what you mean by “baggy” and “too much” in terms of story, but this is what makes it an epic in my eyes. I used to love these kind of big scale stories when I was a lot younger, so reading this book kind of took me back to those giant doorsteppers I once read that followed people’s lives over an extended period of time and kept me wholly absorbed until my next trip to the library. I can’t really remember the last epic I read, but pleased I took this one to the UAE with me as it made a perfect holiday read.


  3. As I said on my review, the story takes a while to get going, but it’s interesting enough once you get started, and yes, it’s good to see a different perspective on WW1. I didn’t mind the ending, but from comments on my blog you can see that others did.


  4. I read this a couple of years ago and thoroughly enjoyed it too. I bought the whole kit and caboodle and went along for the ride. I found it absorbing, engaging, emotional. More recently I tried his book set in Cowra about the Japanese breakout. And overblown and baggy crossed my mind (thanks Bookertalk) and I gave it up.


    1. Yes, I think this is one of those books that you can “go along for the ride” if you’re in the right frame of mind… I wonder if he’s overblown and baggy in other novels because he’s just so prolific — he seems to churn them out very quickly and perhaps his editor just trusts him to deliver a good story and doesn’t bother giving him much direction in terms of cutting / making improvements…?

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      1. It is amazing how quickly he writes. He’s also writing a new crime series with his daughter, Meg.

        For me, the Cowra story simply didn’t ring true. It really bugged me that he changed the names.
        I also read the first few pages of the Napolean book & found the writing bland. Because I’m so busy with so many books to read, they have to grab me, hook me quickly.


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