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Passion Play

2013

Valerie's fourth published book.

A politician, a cooking contest winner, a troubled clergyman, a much-married socialite, a TV evangelist – what could they have in common? Why do they (and half a million others) travel to Oberammergau, the small German village that has staged a Passion Play every tenth year since 1634?

In a four-day bus trip, very different people are drawn together for diverse reasons, similar to the varied group whom Chaucer brought to life in his Canterbury Tales. But these travellers do not tell invented stories to entertain each other; they reveal to us with raw and often painful honesty their own lives and motives.

Cover Comments

This compelling travel narrative always bespeaks character, rather than landscape or hotel vestibule. Volk's swerve away from Chaucer creates for us a linking group of tourists, animated by their approach to a religious festival in Europe. Their story-telling, in her fluent verse, is utterly persuasive.

— Chris Wallace-Crabbe AM (Emeritus Professor in the Australian Centre, University of Melbourne and former Chair, Australian Poetry.)

Poetry

Caroline – the journalist

I note the way in which our hostess
makes determined efforts to create
a truly ‘happy hour.’ Her eyes are
sheepdogs, gathering together strays
who have not yet merged with the flock.

With practised ease she notes a single man,
who clearly seeks to stay detached,
and like a tug-boat draws him
through billowing crowds
to where I stand alone.

Alicia – the socialite

Yes, marriage can become a habit,
just like any other. And, after all,
if anyone should know this,
surely I’m the one. Four husbands down the track –
another poised there on the starting blocks –
you must agree that I am qualified
to talk about the state of wedded bliss.

Alexander – company director

Did he indeed escape?”
I pondered, could not answer.
I thought of that sad lonely man,
who sat each night with only ledger sheets
and loss and profit statements as his friends.
“How can I tell?
Does anyone escape what they have done?

Tommo - Vietnam Veteran

The jungle’s like a beast;
It breathes its menace every move you make.
The rubber trees in all their rows – you never knew
just where the Cong were hiding. And even worse
the paddy fields. No cover there. You couldn’t dare
put down your foot without the fear next minute
hidden mines would take you straight to hell.
Another hell, that is.

Al – ex-footballer

He couldn’t have been keeping up with news.
All over telly and the papers when they
‘let me go.’ I never thought a quiet bet or two
would ever come back, bite me in the bum.
You’d think sports writers should have
more to do than muck rake like they do.
They’ll always find a pot to piss in.

Tom - criminal barrister

Notorious?
An unkind word. I’ll grant you that
some of my cases may have been
a little on the seamy side, to put it mildly.
People tend to hear my name, and then
pre-judge the issue. Must be a criminal,
if Tom Gillooley’s taking the defence.

Caroline - journalist

In spite of all my scepticism.
my doubts, my uncertainties,
this journey has brought changes.
I laughed at the idea of pilgrimage.
So glib.

I am indeed a part
of all those I have met,
and must learn who I am.

Endings are beginnings.
My journey too must end
as I return from Oberammergau.

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