Cold Enough for Snow by Jessica Au
A woman and her mother are travelling through Japan in late October. Under a perpetual mist of light rain, they visit galleries and temples, think about art, reminisce about their family’s history in Hong Kong, and walk famed landmarks of Tokyo, Osaka and Kyoto. Their travels trigger an array of memories in the daughter – of childhood visits to Hong Kong, of her hunger to belong to a cultured world at university, of long shifts serving badly behaved diners at Chinese restaurants. Each scene unfolds with a spare elegance, but underneath simmers a sense of unease. Is there something strange with the picture we’re seeing?
There’s a lot of excitement around Melbourne author Jessica Au’s Cold Enough for Snow, which won the inaugural Novel Prize, a prestigious manuscript award established by publishers Giramondo (Australia), Fitzcarraldo Editions (UK) and New Directions (US). Au’s novel was unanimously chosen from more than 1500 entries and it’s easy to see why. Au wields her words like watercolour, layering depth and dimension to small scenes, her precise details feathering out and blooming with larger intent and meaning. The mother- daughter relationship is still but deep. Intimacy is shown in the small allowances the two make for one another’s personal quirks: the daughter choosing not to deflate her mother’s enthusiasm for horoscopes, the mother quietly listening to herdaughter’s university-educated opinions about art. At one point, the narrator marvels over a sculpture’s realism: ‘I felt that nothing I had ever done had lived in this way’. The same can’t be said of Au, who has created something alive with missed connections and quiet seismic shifts.
At just under 100 pages, this powerful exploration of family, creation and regret also plays with elements of time and perspective. I finished this book in one sitting, but immediately wanted to read it again, to savour its exquisite prose and tease out its slippery construction. With its compelling mix of dream-like moodiness and cool, measured cadence, Cold Enough for Snow will appeal to admirers of Jhumpa Lahiri’s Whereabouts, but really it deserves to be read by fans of literary fiction everywhere. How wonderful that thanks to the Novel Prize, it will be.
