In Past the Shallows, brothers Harry, Miles, and Joe Curren cope with the ramifications of their alcoholic father’s irresponsibility. After the deaths of Mum, Uncle Nick, and Granddad, the Curren boys are left without a trustworthy adult to understand and guide them. Each of the three brothers flounders without a stable father figure, as they are all forced to take on undue responsibility for one another and make sense of what it means to be men in the world without a consistent example. This ongoing struggle suggests the importance of positive male role models in the lives of young boys and the detrimental effects of forcing children to grow up too quickly.
Before their deaths, Uncle Nick and Granddad were instrumental nurturing, paternal figures in the lives of Harry, Miles, and Joe. Uncle Nick taught Miles how to surf and Granddad imparted his talents for fishing and carpentry to his grandsons. Joe fled Dad’s house to live with his grandfather at age thirteen, and Miles hopes to grow up to be “just like” Granddad and emulate the old man’s talent for crafting beautiful furniture. The unconditional kindness and understanding with which the Curren boys’ uncle and grandfather treated them makes the loss of these two male role models all the more painful as Harry, Miles, and Joe try to keep that same love alive through their bond as brothers.
The boys are left in Dad’s care after Mum, Uncle Nick, and Granddad pass away. Their father rapidly spirals into alcoholism, which manifests in the violent abuse of his three sons. He fails to be a supportive father figure for Harry, Miles, and Joe, forcing them to grow up before they are ready as they take undue responsibility for themselves and each other. Other adults in town, such as Mr. Roberts and Stuart’s mother, have inklings that Dad is abusive, but they fail to take initiative in saving the boys from their dismal circumstances. Thus, with no mother, an inept father, and no one to intervene on their behalf, the Curren brothers are forced to take care of one another as de facto parents despite their young ages.
While Harry, Miles, and Joe endure the painful, confusing journey of growing up in a dysfunctional family, they do their best to look out for one another. As the oldest and only legal adult of the three boys, Joe tries to set a positive example for his younger brothers. He often takes Miles out surfing and fishing to take his little brother’s mind off of Dad’s mistreatment. The responsibility becomes too much for Joe to shoulder, however, and he flees Bruny Island on his boat, pleading with Miles to understand that he is “only nineteen.” Like Joe, Miles also has an unfair level of responsibility placed upon him, as Dad expects him to forgo his schooling to work on the family’s fishing boat after their fisherman Martin (one of the few adults who is kind to Miles) is injured. Miles suffers at the hands of Dad and his other fisherman, Jeff, who only encourages Dad’s irresponsibility and cruelty rather than looking out for the brothers. In addition, Dad’s neglect forces Miles to take on the full burden of caring for Harry. These unfair circumstances place a huge amount of emotional stress on Joe and Miles, robbing them of the innocent childhoods they once experienced under the care of Uncle Nick and Granddad. Neither brother is ready to be a grown adult, but they must take on that role in order to survive.
Although Miles and Joe act as surrogate father figures for Harry, their little brother is still largely mistreated and left to his own devices without Mum or other relatives in his life to make up for Dad’s neglect. He inadvertently befriends George Fuller, a misunderstood pariah of their small fishing community who quickly becomes a kindly, grandfatherly figure in Harry’s life. He finds out that the old man had been a friend of Granddad’s, and George offers Harry the goodhearted company and one-on-one quality time that he has been lacking from his own father. He even teaches Harry to fish, an activity that the little boy had always hoped Granddad would teach him before he died. Harry’s willingness to befriend a complete stranger shows just how desperate he is for a caring, affectionate male figure in his life and how deeply Dad’s abuse has impacted him.
Though Miles, Joe, and George all try to nurture and provide for Harry, the lack of a true father figure in the boy’s life ultimately leads to his demise, as Dad throws Harry off the fishing boat to drown in the midst of a deadly winter storm. This callous, murderous act of cruelty shows just how irreplaceable a loving paternal figure is in a child’s life and, conversely, the deadly impact of an abusive father despite other positive outside influences. No matter how much responsibility his brothers try to take for Harry, they are unable to protect him in the end, which demonstrates that children can’t become effective parental figures, no matter how much they might wish to. The novel ends on a bittersweet note, however, as their little brother’s death causes Joe to return to Bruny Island to be with Miles. The loss of Harry gives Joe the necessary push to come into his own as a man and become exactly the strong male figure that his devastated, traumatized brother needs.
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Father Figures and Responsibility Quotes in Past the Shallows
First day of school holidays. First day he must man the boat alone while the men go down. Old enough now, he must take his place. Just like his brother before him, he must fill the gap Uncle Nick left.
He used to feel sorry for the abs when he was young. The way they pulsed and moved in the tubs, sensing the bright light and heat. But he couldn’t think about them like that now. He was only careful not to cut or bruise them, because once abs started to bleed, they kept on bleeding until all the liquid inside was gone. They just dried up and died.
It was fully formed, more than half a yard long, maybe only days away from being born. It would have survived if Jeff had just let it go, let it slide off the back of the boat. It had made it this far, battling its siblings, killing and feeding off them. Waiting. It would have been born strong, ready to hunt, ready to fight.
“Don’t you get stuck here with your dad,” he said. “Don’t you let him…You’re too young to be out there working, Miles. It’s not right.”
Miles felt the words sink down right inside him.
“You’ve had it rough enough,” he said.
“What am I meant to do? What am I meant to do?”
And he heard her voice rise up, familiar tears.
“I grew up in that house, Miles. Don’t I deserve something?”
But Harry stayed where he was. He stayed among the piles of Granddad’s things left on the lawn—all the things that were no longer needed, no longer useful—and he wished that Joe would stay.
Maybe that’s why Joe and Miles liked it so much. And he knew that Granddad would have taken him. It was just that he was too little, too small to go, when Granddad had been alive. And if Granddad hadn’t died then he definitely would have taken Harry fishing, too. And it would have been good, like this was.
He lived for this, for these moments when everything stops except your heart beating and time bends and ripples—moves past your eyes frame by frame and you feel beyond time and before time and no one can touch you.
Then they heard Dad yelling from inside. Yelling at them, at everyone. Yelling at no one. And Miles could hear the words. They came through the brown walls, through the air, and cracked open the night: “I never wanted you.”
And it nearly made Harry cry now, the way Miles’s eyelid was all purple and cut—the bruise on the side of his face coming up bad. Harry put his hand in his pocket and felt for the sock that held his leftover money. He pulled it out.
“You should take this,” he said. “You might need it.”
Miles shook his head. “You keep it,” he said and he tried to smile.
…Harry didn’t see him come back. There was just the backpack with some clothes left by the door of the trailer and inside, near the top, were some chocolates and the bright orange dart gun from his Bertie Beetle goodie bag.
Harry leaned his head back against the chair and thought that if Miles got lost, if Miles never came home, Harry’s insides would go wrong and they might never come right again. If Miles got lost.
…he looked so young and small, like no time had ever passed by since he was the baby in the room and Joe had told Miles to be nice to him and help Mum out. And Miles had thought he wouldn’t like it. But Harry had a way about him. A way that made you promise to take care of him.
He just kept starting at Harry. And his hand moved away from Harry’s hair, moved down to the string around his neck. And he cupped it in his palm—a white pointer’s tooth.
“It’s his,” he said, and his face went pale. “His.”
He let the tooth go. He stared down at Harry.
“She was leaving, because of him. Because of you.”
There was a black emptiness inside him and it was all that he could see. He tried to imagine a fire in the darkness, and at first it was just one blue flame too small to feel. But he willed it on, felt the first flicker of warmth as it grew. Then it raged, turned into a ball of fire, orange and red and hungry. It devoured his stomach, moved up to his lungs, his back. Moved into his heart. He shared it with Harry through his skin.
He had been drifting for a lifetime and his mind had lost its way. It was dissolving and he had forgotten about Harry, forgotten about all the things that came before. There was only this vastness, the swing of a giant pendulum—water receding then flooding back. And he was part of it. Part of the deep water, part of the waves. Part of the rocks and reefs along the shore.
He listened to Joe talk about all the places they would go, the tropical islands and clear warm water, the big bright lights of new cities. The free open space of ocean. And he knew that Joe was going to take him with him, now. Wherever he went. He leaned his head down against his brother’s shoulder. And he let himself cry.
Out past the shallows, past the sandy-bottomed bays, comes the dark water—black and cold and roaring. Rolling out an invisible path, a new line for them to follow.
To somewhere warm.
To somewhere new.