Andreï Makine’s new novel is ‘masterful’
The Siberian-born novelist Andreï Makine has, as we say in the book world, a shedload of French literary bling. He’s…
A Weekend in New York, by Benjamin Markovits, reviewed
I wrote foul-mouthed marginalia throughout Benjamin Markovits’s A Weekend in New York. Not because Markovits is a bad writer —…
Michelle de Kretser: the modern Australian Jane Austen
Twenty-odd pages into Michelle de Kretser’s The Life to Come, I pounded the table and bellowed an Australian-accented ‘fuck yeah!’…
A clash of loyalties
If someone was to lob the name Antigone about, many of us would smile and nod while trying to remember…
The Punch and Judy country that’s beyond a joke
In recent weeks, North Korea allegedly developed a hydrogen bomb and hangover-free booze. This would be a worrying combination in…
The Australian literary icon who fooled her family
There aren’t many places you can get shouty about Proust without losing your job. The Lane Bookshop in Perth, Western…
