The Sound begins with the memory of loss, of shorelines marked with blood, and the acrid stench of charred flesh – a massacre wrought by colonial men with guns. From the outset, death pervades this impressive first novel.
Piri Eddy reviews 'The Sound' by Sarah Drummond
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Piri Eddy is an emerging writer, playwright, and musician. He is currently a creative writing PhD candidate at Flinders University where his research focuses on the grotesque in Australian fiction. His writing has appeared in Transnational Literature, Indaily, and Southern Write. In early 2016 his dramatic monologue Teeth was commissioned by ATYP and performed in Sydney as part of ATYP's production All Good Things.
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