The backdrop is police culture, home renovations, ‘correctspeak’, and ‘Incorrectspeak’. Set in Melbourne, it may be one of the first novels to explore in any depth the inner life of a Jewish Holocaust denier. Questions are asked, and answers are found and lost, with one of the themes being denying death itself.
For some readers it is a crime novel, for others it is Faustian fiction, and for others a forewarning of the extinction of the ‘Killer European’.
Through Art (fiction) as opposed to Polemic, the novel explores the character of a police officer who in the process of searching for 'Truth' switches from being a Holocaust adherent to one who dismisses the 'historical event' as a sinister hoax. He has done a deal with the devil. And he pays a price.
EXTRACTS FROM 'THE HOLOCAUST DENIER'
White Anglo-Saxon Person (p 234)
He waited till the end of the shift to consider his response. Once home, he could hear a voice that had been building up inside of him like a marching band. Trumpets and trombones of words were drawing nearer. A voice that was loud and clear began imploring him that only an ideology can realise a faith capable of completing the imagination of the self, unifying the past and the future into a set of pure truths, but it must be a supreme ideology. Is it capitalism, fascism, feminism, environmentalism, mediaism, consumerism, humanism, spiritualism, anarchism, transcendentalism, cultural-Marxism, multiculturalism? And just when all hope seemed lost, Ward realised that National Socialism is truly the answer and he knows that for sure. ‘So get dressed!’ the band sang out. Filled with blood-consciousness, he soon had a mouth-watering sense of his intrinsic cultural identity and he needed to defend that. He was a little afraid that he might be losing himself, but all chemicals in his body began to stabilise. He no longer needed to live in the shadow of instability, in fear of drowning in a psychic stream of nebulous reflections.
He was swiftly developing convictions and secret aspirations for the world about him as he walked down streets with trams rattling by, and horns tooting, and mouths opening and closing. He realised that he was an honourable person. He did not use the dead as bargaining chips. The dead are dead, the living confirmed. He belonged to Kubizek’s Club of Err. His faith would endow him with shared ideals and standards to take him as close to truth as he could get without getting burnt. He was an ethnic in Australia. Not superior to the Jew or the Arab or the Aborigine or the Negro or the Indian or the Mongol. His future resided with his own Nordic stock. It has been that way since the dawn of ages. He shouted with joy, ‘I am a white Anglo-Saxon person!’ And the world shuddered.
A new humanity is near (p281) ____
Ward had toured around the sun, the moon, and the stars twenty-six times. He had experienced the Big Bang for what it was worth. He had viewed life through a telescope. And already he was on his twenty-seventh trip. He wanted to die! But one only has one life so it is better to keep one’s aspirations in perspective.