Morrissey has written a novel. It’s called List of the Lost. It is, according to Michael Hann at the Guardian, an ‘unpolished turd of a book’, about which ‘all you need to know is not to buy it.’ I bought it.

I finally got around to reading Peter Carey’s His Illegal Self, which I delayed purchasing in its very handsome but also handsomely-priced hardcover edition, but now possess, courtesy of a public library. There are many potential discussions catalysed by the book (the representations of failed utopian enclaves of Australia as embodied in gothic hippie-yet-demonic landscape, […]