Short story: <i>Jerry's Flat</i>



Just inside the doorway of Jerry's flat, if you take one step in and then turn and look to your right, there's a cupboard of some kind.

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Book review: <i>Tourist Season</i> by Carl Hiaasen



If this was a film, it would be Miami Blues, starring Sir Alec Baldwin.

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Short story: <i>The New Baby</i>



There's a lot of building, a lot of hustle and bustle and arrangements and strange people with tape measures and hard-hats and somewhat undecorous mustaches, going on about the place and I for one don't like it at all.

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Short story: <i>Beware of the Swan</i>



Mr Smith peeped out through a crack in his lace curtains at the entrance to his driveway. He sucked in his breath through his teeth and exhaled worriedly. He pulled the curtains closed again. He straightened them so they would look undisturbed from the outside, where a car was quietly nosing into his driveway.

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Short story: <i>In the garden</i>



I like to sit in the garden, just here on this stone bench. It’s cold, the stone. Only in the heat of midday, if the sun is shining very hard, will the stone begin to warm up. But I don’t mind if there’s a bit of a chill.

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Book review: <i>Chart Throb</i> by Ben Elton



If this was about Big Brother, rather than UK Idol, and marginally less sucky, it would be called Dead Famous, the author's previous literary nadir.

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Short story: <i>The butcher</i>



When the butcher’s wife left the house late one afternoon, he knew something was up.

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Short story: <i>Colourblind</i>

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Short story: <i>The blue dress</i>



The last time I travelled on this road, I was hitching.

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Short story: <i> Billy and the medicine-man</i>



The medicine-man sat at the bar, with a tattoo that swelled over the bridge of his nose and wandered over his cheeks like tears, pooling down in the dips and hollows of his neck under his ears.

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Book review: <i>Culture Club</i> by Craig Schuftan



If this was a radio station, it would be Triple J—fun and youthful yet respectful to age (it’s owned by the ABC, let’s remember) but occasionally frustrating in its equanimity while bringin’ the bad local hip-hop at seven AM.

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Book review: <i>The Firm</i> by John Grisham



Perhaps having read Patriot Games recently has given me a certain intestinal fortitude/high tolerance for pulp. Whatever the case, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I didn’t hate The Firm anywhere near as much as I thought I would. Not that I’m advocating the reading of John Grisham as such, but it really wasn’t as bad as all that.

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Book review: <i>You Shall Know Our Velocity</i> by David Eggers



If this was litter, it would be a hundred American dollars in a filthy wad with half an East-European Snickers glued to it.

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Book review: <i>Speak Ill Of The Dead</i> by Mary Jane Maffini



Meet Camilla MacPhee, crotchety, cat-hating, legal representative for victims, who winds up representing a murder defendant. It wasn’t a bad yarn, but I only read it a week or so ago and I’ve already forgotten the particulars. It passed the time, but it has a general sense of ho-hum about it. What I do remember was that the story didn’t take itself too seriously, which is a good quality.

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Book review: <i>Patriot Games</i> by Tom Clancy



Wow. Way to hit an all new low in reading! I recall the TV ads for the movie adaption of Patriot Games from way back when, and I remember the huge deal the segments made about how you can identify a woman by her breast size VIA SATELLITE. Oh my God. And now, having read the damn thing, I realise they made a big deal of it because it may have been the high point of the novel. And I mean that in a very relative sense. So there go a couple of hours of my life that I will NEVER GET BACK.

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Book review: <i>Wintersmith</i> by Terry Pratchett



If this was a movie, it would be Harry Potter And The Logic Of The Diminishing Returns.

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Book review: <i>Carrie</i> by Stephen King

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Book review: <i>The Rum Diary</i> by Hunter S. Thompson



The Rum Diary is a sweaty lusty booze-filled Caribbean odyssey.

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