People Take Pictures of Each Other.
by Andrew Humphreys on 25 March 2010

On page 145 of Martin Westley Takes a Walk, Martin Westley lies on a bed surrounded by photographs he doesn’t remember. All he remembers is a single lyric from a song:
People take pictures of each other, just to prove that they really existed.

Martin doesn’t know it, but the song, “People Take Pictures of Each Other”, is the last song of the Kinks’ excellent 1968 album, The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society. If you’ve never heard it, you should run down to your nearest record store (I’m fairly sure they still exist in select metropolitan locations) and demand a copy as soon as you finish reading Martin Westley.
Ray Davies is a phenomenal songwriter with a genuinely unique vision. He is also the only real reason to watch the otherwise ordinary Julien Temple musical, Absolute Beginners.
The songs Davies wrote for Village Green are as much an examination of nostalgia itself as they are a lament for a disappearing rural England. It’s an incredible achievement, one of the first of the great British concept albums (the Pretty Things’ S.F. Sorrow is another good one), and naturally it flopped when it was first released. Hindsight is a beautiful thing, especially for music critics.
What’s even more staggering is that Davies and the Kinks made other albums that are equally as good, including Muswell Hillbillies and Arthur (“Victoria” and “Australia” are particular favourites of mine).
Aside from the epigraph, the only other song reference I’m aware of is the reference to “Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft” on page three. I’d like it known that this is intended as a reference to the original version of the song by Canadian prog-rockers Klaatu, even if Martin was thinking of the version by The Carpenters. I should also point out that the name Klaatu is a reference to the character as played by Michael Rennie, and not by Keanu Reeves.
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Andrew Humphreys has twice been named as one of the Sydney Morning Herald's best young Australian novelists.His first novel, The Weight of the Sun (2001), examined the relationship of a nose bleeder and his mask-wearing mother. His second novel, Wonderful (2004), traced the glittering career of a movie star monkey and his perpetually drunken trainer, from Hungary via Africa to Hollywood's Golden Age. His third novel, Martin Westley Takes A Walk, is about a man named Martin Westley who takes a walk.Andrew lives on Sydney's northern beaches with his partner and their twin sons. He has worked as a writer, editor and publisher of magazines including Rolling Stone and Soap World, but has insisted on calling himself a full-time writer of fiction since 2001, even though - despite the appearance of his novels in bookstores, and his short stories in publications such as Meanjin and the Griffith REVIEW - nobody (including his accountant) has ever believed him.If pressed, he will acknowledge that these days he is best described as a full-time father who writes books occasionally.









