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Mea Culpa. I've spent the past few months so smugly assured of my book of the year that I didn't even bother to check its publicatio...

One hundred and ninety books and it's come to the pointy end. Here are nine of the ten books I loved most in 2021. 10. Great Circle b...

This year I had the surreal and rather fun opportunity to sit on the judging panel for the fiction prize of the Victorian Premier's Lite...

Not quite the blogging year I'd hoped for. Not the anything year any of us had hoped for. Still, here we all are, limping to the end, ga...

It's been a tough eighteen months to be a Melburnian. The world's longest lockdown has sucked the energy from us all and I, for one,...

Homeland Elegies by Ayad Akhtar Back in 2013, Ayad Akhtar found himself at the centre of quite the political shitstorm. Conservative pun...

Like many avid readers, I spent much of 2020 in a slump, barely able to concentrate on anything even remotely demanding. Every now and the...

Let's face it. The Nobel Prize is, more often than not, a curse. When JM Coetzee - probably my favourite living author - won in 2003, ...

Before you come at me with your pitchforks and torches, let me preface what I'm doing here with a couple of caveats. Firstly, it's 2...

One hundred and forty one books. Many of them great. Here are the ones I loved the most. (Well, all except my favourite.) 10. Nikolai the P...