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  <updated>2008-09-29T00:00:00Z</updated>
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    <id>1150</id>
    <title>The Two Kinds Of Decay: Sarah Manguso</title>
    <updated>2008-09-29T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Annie Condon, freelance reviewer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah Manguso was a 21- year-old college student when a rare
blood disease &#8211; Chronic idiopathic demyelinating
polyradiculoneuropathy (CIDP) &#8211; first affected her. The disease
caused symptoms such as fatigue, paralysis and balance
problems.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Manguso initially thought she had a pervasive head cold, but
after several hospitalisations and visits to specialists, she began
to grasp the seriousness of her condition. This is a beautifully
written memoir. It is unusual in that the language is spare and
poetic &#8211; quite different from the &#8216;tell all&#8217; memoirs so popular at
the moment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Manguso has previously written two volumes of poetry, and the
collection of short stories &lt;em&gt;Hard to Admit and Harder to
Escape&lt;/em&gt;. The brevity of her memoir is a testament to her
ability as a writer. She describes painful and traumatic medical
procedures without sentimentality or self pity. She takes the
reader on a journey through nine years of hospitals, procedures,
professionals and side effects.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Manguso writes toward the end of the book: &#8216;This is the usual
kind of book about illness. Someone gets sick, someone gets well.&#8217;
There is nothing &#8216;usual&#8217; about this memoir. Read it, and it will
stay with you.&lt;/p&gt;

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    <id>1147</id>
    <title>A Most Wanted Man: John Le Carr&#233; </title>
    <updated>2008-09-29T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Martin Shaw, Book Buyer for Readings Carlton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earlier this year John Le Carr&#233;&#8217;s son Nick published his debut
novel to considerable acclaim (&lt;em&gt;The Gone-Away World&lt;/em&gt;) - and
I&#8217;ve got the theory that Dad wasn&#8217;t going to let himself be outdone
in 2008! For, with &lt;em&gt;A Most Wanted Man&lt;/em&gt;, Le Carr&#233; delivers
one of his most consummate-ever performances, a novel that will
delight those who savoured the early Cold War novels (like &lt;em&gt;The
Spy who Came in from the Cold&lt;/em&gt;) while also being (as ever) a
trenchant diagnostic of the West&#8217;s wilful ineptitude &#8211; this time in
response to the post-9/11 world and the spectre of terrorism.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We are in Hamburg (such a clever choice &#8211; that still-sparkling
jewel of mercantile capitalism, although better known now for its
tawdry connection to one of the most lethal terrorist cells the
world has ever known) and in Tommy Brue&#8217;s world of merchant
banking, all is as it should be. Mind you, the wife isn&#8217;t doing
much to hide her liaisons, and life is certainly lacking a little
frisson ... Until he takes a call from a young human-rights lawyer,
Annabel Richter, whose client, an asylum-seeker of indeterminate,
possibly Chechen, origins, has turned up at the Hamburg railway
station. One of his only possessions is the name and address of
Tommy&#8217;s bank, and what appears to be a code number. Tommy is in no
position to demur &#8211; his bank, under his father&#8217;s direction at that
time, and much to his present regret, had made a fortune providing
its services to high-ranking Russian colonels as they seized assets
and built up vast fortunes during the break-up of the Soviet Union,
and if there is a claim on these funds Tommy has no choice but to
accede.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our young man, Issa, is presumably seeking his inheritance from
his father &#8211; but he is not all that he appears, and the money is
not his primary object. A re-energised Tommy makes a pact with
Annabel to come to his aid ... But meanwhile, the Western
intelligence services are falling over themselves to get their
hands on this obviously (Middle-Eastern appearance and all that! )
&#8216;most wanted man&#8217;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Booksellers I know who&#8217;ve read this book all get that far-away
look when they talk about &lt;em&gt;A Most Wanted Man&lt;/em&gt; &#8211; it simply
purrs with magnificent characters, an intriguing plotline and the
writing skills of a man who is quite simply the best in his genre.
The pleasure&#8217;s all yours now: make yourself comfy and enjoy this
literary highlight of 2008!&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1140</id>
    <title>Oh (Ohio): Lambchop</title>
    <updated>2008-09-25T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Dave Clarke, Readings Carlton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh (Ohio)&lt;/em&gt; continues the Lambchop tradition, where each
successive record represents a new stage in the evolution of their
distinctive sound. It&#8217;s a natural process which has seen them
progress from their shambolic early recordings to the off-kilter
pop experimentation of What Another Man Spills to the joyful soul
of Nixon and then, pointedly, it&#8217;s polar opposite, the piano-led
minimalism of Is A Woman.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh (Ohio)&lt;/em&gt; finds Kurt Wagner delving deeper into
himself. The fundamental nature of the band has altered and
Lambchop has become &#8216;more and more a vehicle for my songs and
myself as an artist&#8217;.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1117</id>
    <title>Only By The Night: Kings Of Leon</title>
    <updated>2008-09-18T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Declan Murphy, Readings St Kilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In which the Followill boys continue their rather prolific
output and drop record number four. Their particular brand of
bearded, Baptist, boogie-infused rock may not be to everyone&#8217;s
taste, but for my money KOL are one of the slickest acts around &#8211;
and besides, they have clearly shown that there is considerable
depth to their sound with last year&#8217;s fantastic &lt;em&gt;Because of the
Times&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only by the Night&lt;/em&gt; certainly seems to pick up where they
left off, with a continued effort to beef up and expand upon their
undeniable qualities. The band explores elements of dark and light
to great effect and front man Caleb just goes from strength to
strength as a singer. There is growth here and it&#8217;s a joy to the
ears.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1116</id>
    <title>Dilettantes: You Am I</title>
    <updated>2008-09-18T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by James Power, Readings St Kilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can always rely on three things: 1.The Tigers will finish
ninth. 2. The Espy will be packed on a Sunday arvo 3. You Am I will
deliver a great album.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If the raw rock of their previous eff ort (the excellent
&lt;em&gt;Convicts&lt;/em&gt;) was the perfect soundtrack to a hard drinkin&#8217;
and fightin&#8217; night out on the town, &lt;em&gt;Dilettantes&lt;/em&gt;&#8217;s broad
brush strokes provide the ideal soundtrack for the perfect road
trip. From the opening title track Tim Rogers reminds us what a
wonderful lyricist (Dilettantes) he is, Russell Hopkinson and Andy
Kent demonstrate how a great rhythm section should operate
(Disappearing), Davey Lane skillfully displays how to add radiant
piercing colour and subtle tones (Wankers) and You Am I once again
illustrate what a bloody great rock band sounds like. As Rogers
belts out on Frightfully Moderne- &#8216;You ain&#8217;t seen the best of us
yet.&#8217; Highly recommended. Buy this album.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1064</id>
    <title>Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!!: Nick Cave &amp; The Bad Seeds</title>
    <updated>2008-09-11T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Dave Clarke, Readings Carlton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that he&#8217;s officially a legend, Nick Cave could easily hang
up his boots and reflect on what is a remarkable career spanning
about 30 years. Clearly, he is in no mood for that. In fact, he&#8217;s
busier now than probably at any other stage in his career with
soundtrack scores (and script writing), side projects (Grinderman)
and of course his main outfit, the Bad Seeds.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is their first project since the awesome double album of
2004 (Abattoir Blues/Lyre of Orpheus) and it sounds great. I
haven&#8217;t had long to digest it (I was only given &#8216;permission&#8217; to
listen to a downloaded version of it today!) but one can safely
assume it's worth your $.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1063</id>
    <title>Stay Positive: The Hold Steady</title>
    <updated>2008-09-11T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Declan Murphy, Readings St Kilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having given us the rock record of 2006 in &lt;em&gt;Boys and Girls in
America&lt;/em&gt;, the Hold Steady is back with a vengeance. For those
not familiar with their work, these Brooklyn boys produce epic,
almost cinematic rock music that owes much to classic era
Springsteen and the twin guitar drive of Thin Lizzy but to reduce
their sound to a mere pastiche of influence would be to do them a
massive disservice. The music is in many ways the soundtrack
through which we glimpse an amazing cast of characters who continue
to pop up from album to album. It&#8217;s a world of cheap thrills,
disillusionment and disconnection and it&#8217;s rarely been as
compelling as in the hands and vocal chords of Craig Finn.
Brilliant!&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1060</id>
    <title>White Noise - The Living End</title>
    <updated>2008-09-11T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by James Power, Readings St Kilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From frontman guitar wizard Chris Cheney&#8217;s killer opening riff
and the rock-stomp driven by the excellent rhythm section of
drummer Andy Strachan and upright bass player Scott Owen on the
instant classic album opener How Do We Know?, two things become
blindingly clear. Number 1: The Living End have got their rousing
anthemic punk rock swagger back. Number 2: the kids will be raising
their fists and rockin&#8217; out to this album in bedrooms, festivals
and stadiums all summer long. Highly recommended. Buy this
album.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1050</id>
    <title>The Absolutely True Diary Of A Part-Time Indian: Sherman Alexie </title>
    <updated>2008-09-09T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Alexa Dretzke, Readings Hawthorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes the most unpromising circumstances can yield amazing
results. Take Junior, an American Indian living on a reservation,
add a jaded, clapped-out teacher, who in a moment of clarity and
repentance gives Junior some unexpected advice, and the result is
an inspiring fictionalised autobiography of author Sherman
Alexie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Junior believes his fate is to live out his life on the
reservation as his family have done, which on the whole means
poverty, alcoholism and the possibility of a young death (ring a
bell?) but his life takes a surprising turn which leads to
alienation by many of his reservation peers and initial ostracising
by the students of the all-white high school he decides to
attend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now I can hear you thinking this won&#8217;t interest Australian
teenagers, but this inspiring story of tragedy, love, sorrow and
triumph will have universal appeal, because Alexie&#8217;s journey
illustrates the power of the spirit to rise out of the ashes of
despair and still feel love and understanding, rather than
bitterness and shame. This is an evocative story, told with humour
and an unflinching honesty, that will resonate in Australia as we
face similar dilemmas with our indigenous population.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1049</id>
    <title>The Foggy Foggy Forest: Nick Sharratt</title>
    <updated>2008-09-09T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Callie Martin, Readings St Kilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, this book had me at &#8216;Foggy&#8217; and then I found the see-through
pages! This book is unique; it combines translucent pages with
black shadows, fairy tale characters and guessing game text and
it&#8217;s brilliant. Black isn&#8217;t a colour you usually find in great
abundance in children&#8217;s books, but here it is combined with bright
cartoonish illustrations to great effect. But it&#8217;s the cute, quirky
details like the bunnies eating ice-cream that I love. Bunnies
eating ice-cream!&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1048</id>
    <title>Home and Away: John Marsden  &amp; Matt Ottley</title>
    <updated>2008-09-09T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Alexa Dretzke, Readings Hawthorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine if we, everyday Australians, became refugees? Hard to
conceive of here, in our safe, cocooned, distant land. We may have
to worry about droughts and rising petrol prices, but being
displaced &#8211; our lives threatened and our dreams shattered &#8211;is not
something any of us consider could happen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home and Away&lt;/em&gt; will rip your complacency to shreds and
make many squirm at their less-than-humane consideration of
detained people. John Marsden and Matt Ottley have produced a
picture book about the disintegration of one happy, loving family
due to war that is so powerful, so moving and so heartbreaking that
every Australian should be encouraged to read it, rather than every
prospective immigrant having to answer questions about Don Bradman!
I defy anyone who reads it not to feel as though they have been
punched in the guts. For ages 11 and up.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1040</id>
    <title>The Great Feminist Denial: Monica Dux &amp; Zora Simic</title>
    <updated>2008-09-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Chris Gordon, Readings Events Coordinator &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This book is about a journey that is shared by many women. The
trip of a lifetime! &lt;em&gt;The Great Feminist Denial&lt;/em&gt; takes us on
a scenic view from past years where women embraced feminism,
created their own social consciousness, but then felt a little
miffed when the train took a different turn on the tracks. What
happened to feminism? What happened to feeling part of a
collective; understanding the messages; feeling quietly confidently
that the world was ours?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#8217;ve lived that train trip depicted in this book. So to be
honest I read &lt;em&gt;The Great Feminist Denial&lt;/em&gt; with glee &#8211; it
warmed my tired feminist heart, because again I felt part of a
collective. In this uniquely Australian book, the authors have
collected thoughts from a range of women; interviewed others;
listed influential books; named the people we followed and still
follow (or didn&#8217;t and still don&#8217;t); and shared their own
experiences. Brilliant. And the best part? Feminism &#8211; alive and
well &#8211; in different shapes &#8211; but there for the taking and the
sharing. Oh, and if you are a Greer fan &#8211; this one really is for
you.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1039</id>
    <title>Ghost Train To The Eastern Star: Paul Theroux</title>
    <updated>2008-09-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Maloti Ray, freelance reviewer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paul Theroux writes about travel with an approach that sets
standards for the genre. The locations which attract him are
attractive in ambivalent ways &#8211; politically troubled, socially
dysfunctional, or economically idiosyncratic &#8211; locations of
geopolitical simmering enlivened by his empathy with local
lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This book is the sequel to Theroux&#8217;s career-making 1973 railway
adventure, a looping journey across Eastern Europe and the greater
Asia continent. In 2006, Theroux relived the same route in railways
carriages, sitting rooms and dining halls across the Balkans, the
Caucasus, Central, South, Southeast and East Asia. In a region
historically and repeatedly torn apart and put together, Theroux
describes experiences of change through conversations with ordinary
and extraordinary people. Patrician, pedestrian and peasant
companions of this sequel journey include writers Orhan Parmuk,
Haruki Murakami and the late Arthur C. Clarke; oppressed
Turkmenistans and Singaporeans; unhappy Georgians and desperate
Indians.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With the same acidity with which he once lacerated former friend
V.S. Naipaul, Theroux&#8217;s work works because of a lack of inhibition,
a willingness to speculate and a discipline for turning na&#239;ve
observations into cynical provocations.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1038</id>
    <title>Petty's Parallel Worlds: Bruce Petty</title>
    <updated>2008-09-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Jo Case, editor of Readings Monthly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Russ Radcliffe, longstanding editor of the annual &lt;em&gt;Best
Australian Political Cartoon&lt;/em&gt; series, takes cartooning very
seriously indeed. In his role as non-fiction commissioning editor
at Scribe Publications, Radcliffe commissioned a stunning
collection of Bill Leak&#8217;s finest work, &lt;em&gt;Moments of Truth&lt;/em&gt;.
To my mind, this impressive compilation of Bruce Petty&#8217;s anarchic
(mostly cartoon) art &#8211; the first book from Radcliffe&#8217;s new
publishing venture High Horse Books &#8211; reads like the second in a
series. It&#8217;s certainly just as lovingly packaged, with beautiful
production values and informative artist&#8217;s commentary interspersed
throughout. In the introduction, Petty describes his current
creative inspiration thus: &#8216;Now the future is rather a blur, the
present is about barricading what we have accumulated, and
cartoonists, like everyone else, search for who is
responsible.&#8217;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This book showcases the range of Petty&#8217;s artistic styles as well
as his intellectual and moral concerns, incorporating editorial
cartoons, street sketches, film images and printmaking.
Connoisseurs of cartooning or social and political commentary will
relish this book.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1037</id>
    <title>China Witness: Xinran</title>
    <updated>2008-09-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Maloti Ray, freelance reviewer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xinran Xue was born into a wealthy family subsequently undone by
the Cultural Revolution; she has since carved out a prolific career
documenting the experiences of ordinary people in China. Twenty
people, near the end of their life expectancy, are selected as
witnesses of the historical everyday, from Xinran&#8217;s oral
compilations of two decades. As representatives of a generation
silenced by inhibition and intimidation, they all lived through
immense political and social changes in China over the twentieth
century. A military teacher describes a prisoner-of-war city; a
descendent of revolutionary martyrs describes life as a political
prisoner; a retired acrobat describes the political
bureaucratisation of the art; a career shoe-mender describes a
central China street of 30 years. Faithfully interviewed narratives
are introduced in concise background context.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The value of Xinran&#8217;s book is its contribution to a people&#8217;s
history of China, where such histories are neither acknowledged nor
dignified. Xinran&#8217;s work, unsurprisingly unavailable in China, is
published in 30 languages in 30 locations. China Witness is her
fifth book, all of which have been movingly captured in translation
by Esther Tyldesley.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1036</id>
    <title>What I Talk About When I Talk About Running: Haruki Murakami</title>
    <updated>2008-09-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Jo Case, editor of Readings Monthly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is, I must say, a rather odd little book. Odd, but
intriguing &#8211; a combination that Murakami fans will recognise and
appreciate. The framework of this revealing, odds-and-sods memoir
is Haruki Murakami&#8217;s four-month preparation for running the New
York marathon. Against a changing backdrop (Hawaii, Tokyo, Boston),
the novelist coolly meditates on his love affair with long distance
running, which evolved almost in parallel with his writing career.
He reflects on writing and running in almost equal measure, talking
about how the discipline that his running develops feeds into his
writing, and how taking up full-time writing (a stationary activity
that burns few calories) necessitated the running.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are some wonderful personal reflections here too, on
himself (&#8216;I don&#8217;t think most people would like my personality&#8217;),
his love of music, public speaking, and the differences between
Japanese and Western culture. He tells the story of how, in 1978,
watching a baseball game, beer in hand, a thought struck the then
jazz club owner: &#8216;You know what? I could try writing a novel.&#8217;
That&#8217;s how his writing career began. It progressed through
persistence, discipline and sheer mental hard work. A fascinating
read for fans of running, writing or Murakami.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1035</id>
    <title>I Was Told There'd Be Cake: Sloane Crosley</title>
    <updated>2008-09-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Jo Case, editor of Readings Monthly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comparisons can be so tiresome. You know, &#8216;the female David
Sedaris&#8217;. That sort of thing. Only, they&#8217;re kind of irresistible,
too. And when Jonathan Lethem makes the Sedaris comparison, too,
then at least it&#8217;s got a literary pedigree. Sloane Crosley is a
twentysomething New Yorker, originally from the nearby suburbs
(Westchester), who writes quirky, funny, sometimes poignant pieces
about misadventures like accidentally signing on with the boss from
hell in her first job in publishing (it&#8217;s not having a manuscript
thrown at her head that makes Sloane realise she should quit; it&#8217;s
the way her boss stops talking to her after she misguidedly
presents her with a cookie shaped in her likeness).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She writes about being a reluctant bridesmaid in a girly-girl
wedding for an almost forgotten high school friend, a
passive-aggressive Bridezilla who addresses her friends as &#8216;ladies&#8217;
and changes her surname, along with her husband-to-be, to
&#8216;Universe&#8217;. And then there&#8217;s the day that, in the midst of moving,
she locked herself out of not one, but two apartments. I absolutely
love this book and its author. And here&#8217;s the icing on the cookie:
HBO has just bought the rights, for a TV series that 29-year-old
Crosley hopes will &#8216;have more of a Larry David vibe than a &lt;em&gt;Sex
and the City&lt;/em&gt; vibe&#8217;.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1034</id>
    <title>The Racket: Gideon Haigh</title>
    <updated>2008-09-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Jo Case, editor of Readings Monthly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gideon Haigh is quite simply one of the best &#8211; and most
intriguing &#8211; writers working in Australia today. He is amazingly
prolific on a variety of subjects, but entirely consistent in
delivering elegant prose that engages thoughtfully with his subject
and wears its (often considerable) research lightly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Racket&lt;/em&gt; is a narrative history of abortion in
Australia prior to its legalisation in 1968, detailing the Mob-like
web of criminal influence that ran the highly lucrative &#8216;racket&#8217;
and fleshing out the stories of the people caught in it, from the
abortionists, police and courts; to the hospitals often charged
with finishing dangerously half-done jobs; the women and their
families who were driven to what was then a dangerous and desperate
act; and Bertram Wainer, abortion&#8217;s crash-through-or-crash
campaigner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is not a book that makes moral judgments on either side,
but it does give us a local and historical perspective on an issue
that is often framed, these days, in terms of the quite different
contemporary American debate about right-to-life versus
right-to-choose. For me, this book brought home how important it is
to have access to safe medical abortions &#8211; the alternatives for
desperate people, as shown here, are deeply disturbing.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1028</id>
    <title>The Angel Maker: Stefan Brijs</title>
    <updated>2008-09-04T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Sanchia Hovey, Readings St Kilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a 20-year absence, Doctor Victor Hoppe returns to a small
town in Belgium, much to the interest of its other inhabitants.
Their curiosity is stoked by the doctor leaving behind an acclaimed
academic posting in embryology and by the fact that he arrives with
triplets, each sharing the same characteristics as the doctor &#8211; a
hare lip and red hair. When asked what happened to the mother, the
doctor responds &#8216;The children do not have a mother, they never
had.&#8217; The doctor hires a local woman to look after the infants and
it is through her eyes that we begin to realise that something
isn&#8217;t quite right, with the children or with the doctor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the tradition of Miller&#8217;s &lt;em&gt;Ingenious Pain&lt;/em&gt; and
Suskind&#8217;s &lt;em&gt;Perfume&lt;/em&gt;, this gothic, thought-provoking tale
explores the murky recesses between science and religion,
rationalism and insanity, morality and ethics. &lt;em&gt;The Angel
Maker&lt;/em&gt; takes us on a frightening exploration of just how far
one man is willing to push scientific advancement to better
god.&lt;/p&gt;

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  <entry>
    <id>1027</id>
    <title>The Twin: Gerbrand Bakke</title>
    <updated>2008-09-04T00:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reviewed by Dimitri Gonis, freelance reviewer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helmer is a farmer: a bachelor who lives in the shadow of his
dead twin&#8217;s memory. His days revolved around his animals; watching
canoeists in the canal; conversations with his father, his
neighbour Ada and her two boys. He&#8217;s also resigned to the fact that
he&#8217;ll never be the perfect son. That he&#8217;s always been more like a
superfluous appendage of twins than a person. After his mother
dies, he&#8217;s left to look after his invalid father alone. He moves
him to an upstairs room and begins painting the house. A letter
from his late brother&#8217;s fianc&#233; changes everything. He soon has a
new farmhand, Riet&#8217;s son, Henk. Still, he wonders: what exactly is
Riet&#8217;s motive?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is an absolutely beautiful work set within the melancholy
landscape of a drizzly Dutch winter. The sense of isolation and
loneliness is virtually palpable. It&#8217;s bleak, at times eerie, like
the hooded crow that permanently presides over old van Wonderen&#8217;s
window. A deeply introspective novel that speaks to one&#8217;s innermost
voice. The one that ultimately helps Helmer find peace. If you
expect to find a gripping plot, you won&#8217;t. &lt;em&gt;The Twin&lt;/em&gt; is
about finding one&#8217;s self.&lt;/p&gt;

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