It seems a shame to end the year on such a middling short story collection.
A gritty blast of violent, sex-soaked, drug-drenched Australian neo-noir. Continue reading “Book 51: The Student by Iain Ryan”
My attempt to understand the rise – or the return, really – of the populist far right, at home and abroad. Continue reading “Books 47 to 50: The rise of the far right”
I’m not ashamed to say I bought this one on the strength of that cover. Sure, 80s nostalgia is fast reaching saturation point – thanks a lot Stranger Things – but I’m still enjoying it.
The 80s were in many ways the heyday of horror, giving us everything from Nightmare on Elm Street to The Evil Dead; Friday the 13th to The Fly; Poltergeist to The Thing to The Shining. Continue reading “Book 46: My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix”
In 1991 a struggling young Australian writer by the name of Richard Flanagan was given an offer he couldn’t refuse: $10,000 to ghostwrite an autobiography in just six weeks.
The subject? John Friedrich, who was at the time Australia’s most notorious – and mysterious – conman. A man who, much like a novelist, made a living by blending fact and fiction; by finding and exploiting the verisimilitude of lies. Continue reading “Book 45: First Person by Richard Flanagan”
An exceedingly strange little book about a man who leaves his wife and child to live in the wildernes and encounters some kind of dark creature out on the English moors.
Everyone loves Jesmyn Ward’s new novel. Readers love it, critics love it, authors love it. Which makes me wonder what’s wrong with me. Continue reading “Book 43: Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward”