You may remember in a previous post, I highlighted the fact that as a child, I grew up watching a lot of movies rather than reading a lot of books.
There was a time that during one of our many family outings to the movies that ultimately changed my life. We were just heading home after seeing the movie Picnic at Hanging Rock in Sydney (yep, showing my age there, I’m afraid). My dad stopped us as we walked past the shops. He wanted us to wait while he went and got something, and upon his return he handed me a small parcel, wrapped in a brown paper bag. Curiously, I took the parcel and opened it. Inside the bag, to my astonishment, there was a copy of Joan Lindsay’s Picnic at Hanging Rock. The movie had such an effect on me, yet I had no idea my dad was aware of it. It was one of those rare moments that my dad and I had actually connected.
At its core and as the title suggests, Picnic at Hanging Rock centres upon the disappearance of a couple of schoolgirls and one of their teachers after a picnic, yet the mystery remained unsolved. Because it remained a mystery, it began to haunt me. People don’t just disappear; there had to be an answer. Peter Weir himself stated that ‘he did everything in his power to hypnotise the audience away from the possibility of solutions’.
As a writer, Joan Lindsay had her own ways of capturing the readers’ imagination. The solution to the mystery was originally submitted to the publishers, yet the publishers believed the novel would work better if it remained unsolved. Some years later, after the death of the author, the missing chapter was published, only to become a rare book for not many were printed. After obtaining a copy for myself, I came to the conclusion that I agreed with the publishers’ decision to leave the mystery unsolved.
To this day, I’ve lost count how many times I have watched that movie. There are so many things I love about it – the mystery, the era, the music, the scenery, the rock itself. Over the Christmas holidays I sat and watched it with my kids for the first time and was surprised to find that they, too liked it (although they thought the rock was evil). It’s one of those places that I’d love to visit, especially after I have heard that others who have been there say that there is an ‘atmosphere’ about the place.
Do you have a favourite fictional mystery? Has there been a book or film that has had a profound influence on you?