‘Australia is all an illusion. A trick with smoke and mirrors, performed by demagogues and balladeers.’ So says Paul Walters, one of A.L. McCann’s main characters in this black, sometimes bleak, but very readable tale of Melbourne monstrosity and madness at the turn of the twentieth century. The White Body of Evening is sprinkled with such sentiments, uttered behind chilled hands into penuri ...
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