Have you ever flinched or cast a furtive look behind you at a person who is unhealthily thin? Fiona Wright’s been on the receiving end: ‘People visibly recoiled when I passed, or looked back over their shoulders in a double take that I could never help but notice,’ she writes in Small Acts of Disappearance:
A friend is setting up a theme-based book club in Beverly Hills. Beverly Hills in the St George area of Sydney — not that one in California. Theme-based. (Not genre-based. Or fiction or non-fiction. Or classics or prize-winners.) Is that unusual? Can anything be unusual in book clubs? The under-one-hour-reading-club, based on something that takes
On the night I finished reading Marion Halligan’s Goodbye Sweetheart a quote from the TV series Broadchurch grabbed my attention. A mother whose child has been murdered says, ‘I used to assume that grief was something inside that you could fight and vanquish, but it’s not. It’s an external thing, like a shadow. You can’t
Laura van den Berg’s first short story collection, What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us, wowed me with its melancholy misfits, elegant expressiveness and intriguing plot lines. This made me eager to read her debut novel Find Me—which traces a pandemic as seen through the eyes of a young woman
Strange graffiti is appearing on the walls of a Melbourne hospital and black foam drips from Jovan’s elbows as he washes it away. An undercurrent of suspicion creeps through the corridors, the culture and the couple who fled war-torn Sarajevo but have not truly escaped … What are we talking about? Black Rock White City
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