The pelt of the Esk God represents the dangers of human greed. Thurston claims the pelt by killing the Esk God, a creature of vital importance to the Esk Rivers’ ecology—a creature Thurston presumes to be a common water rat. The other river creatures who were devoted to this divinity seek vengeance by besieging Thurston in his home, attacking him, and eventually feasting on his corpse. In the midst of this onslaught, Thurston treats the pelt as a treasured possession, eventually becoming so obsessed with it that he dies clutching it. This scene is an outward manifestation of Thurston’s greed and ignorance. Claiming and owning the pelt leads Thurston to a gruesome and isolated death—his delight in owning something so beautiful—and his presumption that he could own any part of nature—is also his downfall. When Levi takes the pelt from Thurston’s corpse, he experiences the same comfort and delight. In time, he depends on the pelt to encourage him and strengthen his resolve. Levi considers the pelt a treasure just as Thurston did—it makes him confident enough to confront his father (Jack) and instills in him a level of concentration necessary to build a coffin without the necessary skills—but the arrogant satisfaction he feels as the owner of such an object leaves him malnourished, confused, and estranged from Charlotte, for whom the coffin was meant to be a sign of his love. Ultimately, the pelt signifies that possessing, and obsessing over, material objects causes danger and destruction to the possessor, their environment, and the people they love.
The Pelt Quotes in Flames
So come: collect your half-made coffin. I shall not charge you for it, even though I have laboured over its creation. I no longer need the money—the taxman has no chance of getting to me while these creatures plague my doorstep. Come take the flesh-stoning panels of freshly carved snowgum. But the pelt stays with me, moron boy. The only grave it shall adorn is my own.
In a mind like his, grand acts will always trump honest words. There was a chance he’d understand this—a slim chance, but a chance nonetheless—the moment he saw the coffin. An epiphany might have dawned upon him: What am I doing? Is she even worried about her eventual death? What if she just needs someone to talk to? What if she just needs time? But this chance was destroyed the moment Levi picked the golden-brown pelt from Hough’s nibbled fingers. Now, with his fingers tousling the fur, with the uncommon warmth spreading from his fingers to his scalp, he has never been more sure of himself.