A Tramp's Wallet

"I find it harder and harder to know where literature ends and life begins," Christopher Morley once said. In A Tramp's Wallet, Sam Pickering spends six months roaming Australia and New Zealand, tramping landscapes pocked by sheep stations, mountains rip-rapped by scree, art galleries, bakeries, and libraries, their dusty shelves quick with life and literature. Pickering lectures on a cruise ship, travels the Murray River on a paddle wheeler, and rides the train from Sydney to Perth across the Nullabor, the land of no trees. He describes "galores" of gardens and forests of trees: mottled river red gum and arthritic sandalwood. Birds more lyrical than poetry flutter through his paragraphs, magpies, rainbow lorikeets, and candied pink galahs. Kites whistle beyond margins, and gannets dive like carets through paragraphs. His mind is peopled by crowds, some folks actual, others fictional-a man born with a wooden leg and vagabonds who invite him to tour New Zealand on a fifty-year-old bus lobbying "to free marijuana." Far from the hoes and saws that prune days into convention, life flourishes. This book is weedy and rankly rich with thought and description.