The Golden Day raises more questions than it answers, but I believe this is where it’s strength lies. What follows becomes a mystery, an unexplained event that in one way or another leaves an inedible imprint on the psyche of the group. Opening in Sydney in 1967, The Golden Day is about eleven schoolgirls and their teacher who go to the Gardens to meet a poet. This slim novel succeeds as a sort of urban rendering of Picnic At Hanging Rock (let’s all just forget about Chapter 18, okay? It’s better this way, trust me), if mostly due to Dubosarksy’s elegant and assured writing. And it’s this absence of firm answers, the subtle power of suggestion, that makes The Golden Day such an unsettling, evocative read.
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