The Boy Behind the Curtain

by

Tim Winton

Tim Winton’s Mother Character Analysis

Winton’s mother is the full-time caregiver to Winton and his three siblings. When Winton’s father comes home from the hospital with barely any physical ability following his traffic accident, the weight of her role becomes even heavier, and young Winton finds himself helping her and sharing her otherwise secret worries. Winton’s mother is outwardly cheerful, even during stressful times.

Tim Winton’s Mother Quotes in The Boy Behind the Curtain

The The Boy Behind the Curtain quotes below are all either spoken by Tim Winton’s Mother or refer to Tim Winton’s Mother. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Barefoot in the Temple of Art Quotes

There were many things I didn’t understand, stuff that made me uneasy, stripes and splashes and globs on pedestals that had me scratching my head. There seemed to be no limit to what people could think of, and that was a giddy feeling. On and on the galleries went. And on and on I trekked, until finally I yielded in dismay, backtracked like a sunburnt Hansel and found my clan hunkered by the entrance, spent and waiting.

Related Characters: Tim Winton (speaker), Tim Winton’s Father, Tim Winton’s Mother
Page Number: 293
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Tim Winton’s Mother Quotes in The Boy Behind the Curtain

The The Boy Behind the Curtain quotes below are all either spoken by Tim Winton’s Mother or refer to Tim Winton’s Mother. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
Danger, Violence, and Death Theme Icon
).
Barefoot in the Temple of Art Quotes

There were many things I didn’t understand, stuff that made me uneasy, stripes and splashes and globs on pedestals that had me scratching my head. There seemed to be no limit to what people could think of, and that was a giddy feeling. On and on the galleries went. And on and on I trekked, until finally I yielded in dismay, backtracked like a sunburnt Hansel and found my clan hunkered by the entrance, spent and waiting.

Related Characters: Tim Winton (speaker), Tim Winton’s Father, Tim Winton’s Mother
Page Number: 293
Explanation and Analysis: