Violet LeVoit’s towering new narrative gives voice to the seedier, more disparate collection of souls that Tinseltown tends to ignore.
Autumn Christian’s new book is an articulation of deep meaning, sex and the ‘whats’ that keep us.
The harshness of Ann Weisgarber’s frontier setting is matched in the fierce spirit of this historical novel’s central protagonist. A truly decent book of Mormon.
‘Zebra’ is a collection of feelings, and narrative, linked by an obvious truth: Debra Adelaide is a deft author worthy of our national acclaim.
The Lonesome Bodybuilder is a walk through the underworld of the strange. Buckle up!
Michael Wilson’s peerless salute to those who made it (and those who didn’t) deserves to be consumed in one sitting, and plays best with wine and tissues handy.
James Reich’s trip through the underworld of our psyche is painted with ornate tableau, a gallery that that allows the reader to fill in the blanks. Read it.
Brian Alan Ellis’ book is a retelling of a comedy career formed on Twitter, stapled into a manuscript. His cynical tone allows you to make up your own mind, primarily on who is the real punchline.
Tombland is a bold concept crippled by its subject matter. That being said, if history is your thing, wade into the mire, my love.
Daniel Mason transports us back to the time where the world came under the heel of war. Detailed romance backdropped by universal ugliness is difficult to pull off, but Mason nails it.
Two lost brothers are reunited by desperation and a new life of crime in Kelby Losack’s towering book. More than anything, it is that empathy that grabs you.
The trope of the regional Australian town has been done to death. Rosalie Ham’s “The Year of Farmer” stands well above the malaise.
Destroy All Monsters is an island powered by its own high-concept vibrancy. Jeff Jackson should be saluted and castigated in even measure.
In Deep Time Dreaming, Billy Griffiths examines Australia’s coming-to-terms with its Indigenous past. Hyperbole aside, it is the most important analysis of who we were in a very long time.
George Christie’s version of his life as charter president of the Hells Angels is as verbally grandiose as it is proudly grim. Consider it a literary chain across one’s face.
Don’t be fooled by the cover, Megan Abbott’s book is a true powerhouse, flitting between two vivid timelines. Go read it.
‘The Other Wife’ follows a crime trail walked by a protagonist with Parkinson’s. It is difficult to let that path go cold.
Lynne Vincent McCarthy’s stunning debut novel is a grating example of a character gone awry. It’s terror visited under glass, and well worth an examination.
Jonathan Ames’ book moves at a quicksilver pace, a homage to actioners that is deep enough to not be shallow. Consider it a casual punch to the face.
Sharlene Teo’s opus articulates the challenges three generations of women face in the same city. A staggering debut.
Parting as it is said, is such sweet sorrow. That certainly goes for the fantastic In the Midst of Winter, a lovely season gone too soon.
Rarely does a book come along that articulates Australia so wonderfully, and very rarely does it come from the mouth of a galah.