.: Adelaide Contingent :.
Because if we lived in Sydney we might have jobs.Embed from Getty Images
I’m challenging a couple of friends to get their act together and start producing something creative. Like me, they’re melancholics, Arts graduates, un/under-employed, and, in the best way possible: totally useless.
They’re both capable writers, but as melancholics they struggle to find motivation until they’re 100% confident in the path ahead. I can’t fault them for that, but if we’re ever going to build the unlikely animal of an Adelaide-based intellectual or creative movement, we’re going to have to get moving.
Adelaide is an unusual city. While it has many positive points and features, none seems sufficient to justify the city’s existence. At the same time there’s no single thing that explains the city’s strangeness.
As the mining boom slows down and the car industry disappears, even useful Adelaideans are expressing concern for the city’s economic future. Accordingly, it’s surely time for us, the useless denizens of Australia’s most uncanny city to share our own take on the place we call ‘home’ in the same tone with which we explain our lack of job prospects and our dubious higher-education choices.
One of the first principles of writing is to “write what you know”, and while most would not consider Adelaide a source of creative inspiration, it is for that very reason something worth writing about. People write about New York, or London, or any number of other famous and historically significant places. Adelaide has none of that history or fame. It is the most unlikely place about which one might write. There is no real reason for it to exist, yet it does, and may, with this touch of ‘uselessness’ be worthy of study.
The newest theme of this blog is therefore ‘Adelaide Contingent’, as in: “if we lived anywhere else, things might have turned out differently”. For better or worse, our lives are shaped by the unspectacular mystery of Adelaide; and while others flee interstate or overseas for work, ambition, and adventure, it’s time for those of us who remain to make something of our ambivalent locale, to accept the obscure challenge implicit in this dry, comfortable, ageing city-of-limited-prospects.