Australia is reeling with shock at the Islamic terrorist attack on Bondi Beach. I’m finding it hard to write anything coherent right now. Perhaps I should escape into some fiction. I should get my CAT scan results on Thursday, which (though trivial by comparison) is also not helping.
This is why escapism sometimes is a good thing, that I am proud of writing. If a book can give you some respite, can leave you feeling better for having read it, it’s a precious tool in the fight.
So: forgive me, but I’m off to read LEST DARKNESS FALL. It’s an old friend, an old inspiration. A comfort read. Then I might read FLINT again, and then THE UNKNOWN AJAX and because this is Australia, and it was a large reason I am here THE FAR COUNTRY.
Any recommendations?





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