This guy is putting me to shame

A book a week suddenly doesn’t seem so impressive.

This guy is Michael Orthofer, an Austrian who lives in New York. He runs a book blog I’ve recently discovered called The Literary Saloon, an offshoot of his website The Complete Review.  He reads and reviews about 230 books a year – that’s four and a half books a week. Continue reading “This guy is putting me to shame”

Book 12: Credlin & Co by Aaron Patrick

I won’t dwell for long on this, my first non-fiction pick of the year.

As a political journalist I had front row seats for the Abbott government’s self-destruction, so reading this felt a lot like work.

That’s not to say this is a  bad book, merely that I typically read to escape my day job rather than relive it. Continue reading “Book 12: Credlin & Co by Aaron Patrick”

Book 11: Comfort Zone by Lindsay Tanner

I’ve always admired Lindsay Tanner. He was one of Australia’s most thoughtful politicians, with an all-too-rare combination of intellect and integrity.

He was also one of the few modern MPs to write, penning a number of non-fiction books over the years about politics, policy and the media.

Comfort Zone is his first foray into fiction. It’s a valiant attempt at a politically-charged crime thriller that sadly misses the mark. Continue reading “Book 11: Comfort Zone by Lindsay Tanner”

Book 10: This Census-Taker by China Mieville

China Mieville has been publishing novels since I was in high school and I’ve been meaning to read him since about the same time. He has a reputation for being an inventive and experimental genre writer with a literary bent – which is another way of saying “In My Wheelhouse”.

Sadly, I’ve stared with his latest work – a slight and unimpressive novella about a young boy whose father may or may not have killed his mother. Continue reading “Book 10: This Census-Taker by China Mieville”

Book 9: Mr Splitfoot by Samantha Hunt

Mr Splitfoot is a story out of time.

Full of freaks and weirdos and con men and cults it feels like a distinctly Depression-era American gothic, like HBO’s dark dustbowl drama Carnivale.

But it’s actually set in the modern era, it’s sinister cast and creepy imagery jutting up against smartphones and urban sprawl. It makes for a strange and unique novel that mostly works. Continue reading “Book 9: Mr Splitfoot by Samantha Hunt”