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I thought that this was going to be a novel so was a bit surprised when it turned out to be a piece of investigative journalism...or maybe a meditation about free speech in the modern world. It really revolves around the strange case of Israel Folau (a high profile footballer) who posted an extract from the Bible on social media and copped a hammering for it...eventually losing his Rugby job in Australia. However, the book ranges much more widely that just the case of Israel Folau and, for me, probably the key chapter was the discussion about what was driving the modern right-wing ...mainly in Australia but perhaps it goes wider than this.
Essentially Israel Folau posted a couple of verses from 1 Corinthians 6: 9-10 which say (in the New King James Version) that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God. A whole range of sins are spelled out (like idolaters, and drunkards) but the couple that provoked the outcry were homosexuals and sodomites. It's interesting that the translation in the original King James version at this spot just refers to the "effeminate and abusers of themselves with mankind". At no time does Knox question the authority of the extracts and one could certainly question the authority of the the author, Paul, who never actually met Jesus but effectively, through his writings and teachings to the non-Jews created Christianity as we know it today. Folau added his own touch: "Those of you who are living in sin will end up in Hell unless you repent. God loves you and is giving you time to turn away from your sin". Certainly nothing more than one might have heard from any fire and brimstone preacher at many a church, any Sunday in the 1950's. (And is "going to Hell" exactly the same as "not inheriting the kingdom of God"?)

Actually all Hell actually broke loose on Folau, not on those living in sin...as he'd vilified gays (and by extension lesbians and trans gender). Eventually, when he wouldn't retract he was sacked by Rugby Australia. Though that wasn't the end of the drama because he sued for wrongful dismissal and the case was eventually settled out of court ...apparently with the payout placing severe strains on Rugby Australia.

The debate swirling around the issue (about April 2019) seems to distill down to the right of a religious person (such as Folau) to publicise their beliefs when the beliefs have the impact of "hate-speech" on certain people. ........Apparently the idolators and the drunkards didn't feel too vilified.

And, as Knox starts to burrow into the case, he found that Folau's church is really a splinter group formed by his father Eni...(Which has broken away from the Mormon Church). And their mode of operation was: "They didn’t discuss social issues. Just Bible studies. The preaching of the church is the same every week: a correct form of baptism, the one God, repentance, attacking homosexuals, attacking fornication and going to nightclubs and drinking. I’ve never heard them say, “We’re going out on Wednesday night to run a soup kitchen.” So I found that quite fascinating. And regarding doctrine; "He, [Eni] pointed to his Bible and said, “I’ve read it from cover to cover three times.” I asked Eni what goes on with Bible college. He said, “It’s a waste of time, you just need God’s word from my church.”.....So we've got a fairly selective interpretation of the Bible...apparently unenlightened by biblical exegesis or hermeneutics.....and apparently just the Revised King James Version of the Bible ...(After all, if it was good enough for the Apostle Paul then it's good enough for....). Though, this is all rather beside the point. The issue is that these people sincerely believe that homosexuals are going to hell and believe that they need to do everything they can to prevent it.

However, the gays on the receiving end of this "tough love" and all their fellow travellers see this as homophobic, and dangerous vilification which has a real psychological (and maybe physical, in terms of violence towards gays) impact.

Knox explores his own experience of hate speech and sectarianism: "On the sporting field, the transformation had also been sudden and complete. When I joined the Sydney University Football Club, Catholics and Protestants bound arms around each other like brothers. Many of my teammates were from the same schools that I had been brought up to avoid as if they were carrying some transmissible disease". Knox also attended Knox Grammar which has been shown to have featured a number of pedophile teachers who's activities were either covered up or not exposed by the management.....notably Dr Paterson". Though Knox himself seems to be only partially aware of the activities happening "under the chapel". I went to a government school (not a private Protestant school like Knox..at Knox) and though there were mild antipathies there, I don't recall anything like the conflict that Knox experienced.
Knox explores a few other cases of politically incorrect speech: the case of Dr Jereth Kok...anti abortionist, anti gay marriage...and anti a lot of things. (He got himself de-registerd). The case of Scott McIntyre, a journalist who posted some anti Anzac day tweets.....and this cost him his job. The case of Roz Ward the promoter of the safe schools program who made some comments about the racist Australian Flag on Facebook and was suspended. And the case of Angela Williamson who twittered about the lack of abortion services in Tasmania....and lost her job with Cricket Australia.

Knox then explores the debates over same sex marriage in Australia. Some 60 percent of Australians voted for it and it was passed into legislation but around 40 percent were opposed to it. (Interesting that they felt so threatened). The Archbishop of Hobart released a booklet (in 2015) opposing same sex marriage. It was opposed by a Greens candidate...Martine Delaney who said that "the booklet presented dogma-- Catholic doctrine--as fact..and ...used questionable, cherry picked research to lend an unwarranted sense of factual authenticity." Though the complaint against him was withdrawn, Porteous (The Archbishop) became a proxy martyr to the religious right...which now included the increasingly well-organised "Australian Christian Lobby (ACL) " group. To placate the religious right various moves have been made to review how anti discrimination laws deal with religious exceptions. Four public enquiries within two years. Knox says he has read thousands of the submissions. Much was made of hypothetical scenarios ......but a paucity of actual cases. The NSW Council of Churches and the ACL essentially "opposed any law that purported to define a religious belief, because that would leave the work of definition to a judge in a secular court, whereas ‘beliefs are personal, nuanced and ultimately subjective. Therefore, a religious belief should be determined by the sincerity of the individual’s conviction.’" Healthcare organisations featured in opposing a new religious freedom law. Social workers were concerned that "Current anti-discrimination laws require that judges consider the experience of the complainant, not the intent of the person charged under a complaint. Someone like Israel Folau, as the law now stands, would not be protected by his defence that his condemnation of homosexuality came ‘from a place of love’".
Knox says that "When I looked closely at those wanting to influence the religious freedom bill, both for and against, whatever their differences in relation to religion and free speech, the sense of grievance and endangerment was common". Why? They have the platform of social media...So Why are so many dissatisfied when they are given their say? Is it about being misheard?
Knox describes a satirical piece he wrote in his cricket column...but you had to read to the end to get the punch line. Most readers did not and did not understand it as satire. So Knox was trolled unmercifully for racism. He didn't try and undo it...as he says: "if satire doesn’t work the first time, you can be pretty sure it won’t work with an explanatory footnote". I recall reading something from the Philosopher Karl Popper where he says: "it is impossible to write in such a way that you cannot be misunderstood". And being married to a Japanese, I'm well aware that satire or irony is not only lost in the conversation but regularly back-fires. I guess, Knox has had a useful "learning experience."

When Folau posted a couple of twitter messages on 10 April 2019, followed by his retweet of the message from 1 Corinthians, it was picked up by a journalist and published in the Sydney Morning Herald. "The first casualty of this war was nuance. As Meghan Daum writes, ‘any admission to complexity [is] a threat to the cause’. She observes that the university students she teaches flee on every contentious issue to the safety of the ‘woke narrative’, and asks, ‘Why couldn’t they see that it was possible to be more than one thing at the same time?" For Knox, "the significant fact was not what people were saying but the numbers of people who were motivated to speak on this issue ...also of note was their instant entrenchment in opposing camps."
Tracey Holmes, a sports writer tried to steer a middle road through the fracas with a piece for the ABC. ‘Sport is to be commended for striving to uphold the best values of a modern society,’ Holmes wrote, ‘but what happens when those values clash:–the human right of sexual orientation versus the human right to freedom of religion?’ Inevitably she became caught up in some interesting social media exchanges with people who felt strongly about the issues raised by Folau's posting. And Knox observes that "what was plain to see was that the social media environment makes it impossible for antagonists NOT to mis-hear each other." He also quotes Salman Rushdie: "The moment you say that any idea system is sacred, whether it’s a religious belief system or a secular ideology, the moment you declare a set of ideas to be immune from criticism, satire, derision, or contempt, freedom of thought becomes impossible."

Knox observes that Folau's words need to be confronted: they DO cause actual harm. It was another satirist, Voltaire, who asked, ‘What to say to a man who tells you he prefers to obey God than to obey men, and who is, consequently, sure of entering the gates of Heaven by slitting your throat?’ And not long ago, Islamic state were slitting throats in Syria using the same logic.
Knox muses about what glues the many disparate positions of the religious right together. He suggests that what unifies them is a shared "contrarianism" ...an "up-yours" to political correctness and runs with Mark Latham as the archetype of this "Up-yours" approach.Yet there are weird lines of conformity....all that up-yours and yet so much herd behaviour. With Corona virus.....complaints about erosion of liberties and overkill with restrictions. (Though they seemed to actually work in Australia). It was the right calling on people to eschew masks and ignore contact tracing Apps. And then an abrupt U turn as they criticised the Victorian Premier for not being tough enough on hotel quarantine. The protests on the right were protests against everything.
And yet, on the other side the progressives find themselves pursuing their fight with quasi-religious intolerance and the champions of the marginalised are a footballer with a multi million dollar income and Alan Jones from his eyrie above Sydney harbour. (The reverse of what one might expect). Though Knox has no real solutions: His " instinctive response to hearing so much certainty is to recoil from it and, as a writer, stage guerrilla actions through satire, indirection, fiction, nuance, and any other tools that come to the hand of the deeply undecided". Well, at least, I guess, that is some sort of a plan. (Though what is "indirection" in this context? is it a typo?)
There is some suggestion that the reaction from the religious right is a flailing-around to resist irrelevance as the importance of religion continues to decline in Australia ...and not at all helped by the revelations of the failings of the church in regard to pedophile priests....and teachers.
Knox has put together a nice think-piece on the issues of free speech. But he's been less successful in coming up with a solution. It's really interesting...making me think..and I don't have any great solutions either. I give it four stars.

Sek invited me to a meeting of her bookclub where the author of this book would be present. I was intrigued. Rarely do I read fiction these days. There has to be a special reason. Well I guess this was a special reason, so I purchased a Kindle copy and commenced reading. Initial impressions: it's a bit sad. The cast of characters is sad, the run down houses, clinging to the cliffs, are sad. It has the same sad kind of feeling that I got from "Run Rabbi" ...years ago....yet it went on to be a series. So I'll give this the benefit of the doubt and continue. Some nice lines there: "Old Bluebird's was a worker's aristocracy, except for the work part". ........"Josie, who had only a Gideon's bible, six Margaret Fultons and a shelf of completed crossword puzzle books to bequeath"......"Might well be you that gets control of all this', Red Cap went on, casting an eye around the falling-apart furniture, the saloon door, the diagonal pine feature wall below the kitchen bar and the yellowing books........Anyone else'd fuck it right up."........"The marriage had been like bushland drying out from lack of rain".
I'm finding the "seagull" narrator a bit cumbersome and annoying...can't figure out who the hell is talking in the "Bird's eye section. Is it Gordon? Is it Leonie? All a bit confusing. Another good line: "Tony's hair, the colour of pissed-on snow".
"The thing about villages inside rapidly changing cities was that you didn't need to move to escape your past. You could stand right where you were, and history would change around you..........Memory was erased by the salt-and sand-bearing-wind that rubbed away the names from the Anzac memorial statue in front of the surf club".
Must confess, I found myself chuckling at many of the lines: " As town clerk, Conal had ruled Bluebird and the surrounding beaches with a reinforced concrete fist for twenty-seven years."......"Spotting his Scotch on his bedside table, he proceeded at full shuffle."
"Mate', Frontal said, his misty breath clouding Gordon's eyes, "just think about what you're trying to save. All that shit we grew up with. Old Bluebird. Is it really worth saving?"
And then there are the shocks. Old Tony Eastaugh...perving on Gordon in the shower and Gordon stamping on his foot...apparerntly resulting in Tony eventually losing the foot. And Gordon's brother: "You said he was smiling when he jumped"....."I never said he jumped".
And totally from left-field. Uncle Carl....Kelly's brother. Ben remembered his dad telling him. "We all invested hope in him. The one lobster who would be allowed to climb out of the pot. Dux of our class, popular gentle, gorgeous.....what could possibly go wrong?"
And the terrible grandparents: "Ben's grandparents had never let go of the belief that Gordon's finances were their concern. They always wanted to know how he was paying his bills. No reassurances could stop them. They never offered to help. They just wanted to know".
I'm half way through....it's like watching a slow motion train wreck ...watching Gordon's life, kind of spiralling out of control. The outlook doesn't look too good for Gordon. Still some exquisite word portraits: "At the next table sat Neville Coyte, a buffer in blue blazer and club tie. Every single bloody meal. Above the table, Neville looked every bit the bowling club president and law firm partner Ron had kept at a safe distance for donkey's years. Below the table, Ron Knew, Neville was clad in stained pyjama pants and nappy. Poor old bugger."
He's clearly writing for an Australian Audience...no attempt made to explain the Anzac statue, and similar local references.
...."the all-cleansing properties of golf. Golf was good. Golf might even redeem even Kelly. Golf might turn her into a white woman". The unconscious racism ..."She's not Indian, she's Anglo-Indian".
"Neither of them had given thought to how Gordon would react to their schemes. How had he made himself such a bystander in his own drama that his mother and his wife should decide his fate like the dictators carving up Poland?"
Liked the introduction of Don Quixote into the mix and the parallels with Gordon.
Gordon loves Bluebird so much...they all (well nearly all) clearly consider it the best place in the world ...but they've never experienced anywhere else. (North Coast for a few weeks?) Their view of the world is so circumscribed. "I just love Bluebird", said Gordon. Was the author's view also like this? Doesn't seem to be written for an international readership .....so be interested to know whether it does have an international readership that doesn't mind the "localisms" or whether it's been re-written for American readers etc.? [ a bit later, I took the opportunity to actually ask the author about this at the bookclub meeting and he said that he deliberately kept it localised. His reasoning was that if American readers wanted to read it then it would be more authentic with the localisms instead of being re-written for Americans...and I kind of agree with him. After all...we read American and English novels and manage with their localisms.]
Why all the emphasis on gay sex, lezzos, paedophiles? Is this the way the beaches were? I remember Manly change rooms in the late 50's early 60's and the guys who used to nude sunbathe...like dried out old leather. Always rather unsavoury to us kids. Knox writes well. Easy to read. Dialogue crisp and believable...generally. Though one exchange between Lou and Principle Oxenford seemed a bit stilted:..."The inherited blindness. The quickness to disown privilege. The pride in the chip on the shoulder. The fetish for underdog-ism. The strident ordinariness."
I wonder where he gets his great on-liners? Are they original: "Only an idiot would keep a second key inside the car". ..."That's why I'm looking" .
"They were almost at the nursing home and Ron was going through Gordon's things with the persistence of a truffle pig."
Kelly does a nice assessment of Gordon's situation: "You're a good man, I get that you feel your obligations, but you're in truly fucked-up shape. You think your'e protecting Ben and staying here to be a good son to your parents and, oh yeah, preserving Bluebird and the Lodge, but you're not, you're just going crazy in your little cage, walking around in circles like you have been forever".
Loved the bit about Ben learning to drive and getting up his 120 hrs of experience. (Obviously from someone who has lived through it).
And now the secret revealed......Gordon, in terrified survival mode, had jumped from Owen's back on the cliff and in the process pushed his brother off... Finally he had revealed the secret from his 8 year old past. But for Ben? "You think your shared secret is a secret halved? Maybe for you it is, Dad. What about me? Now I've got a secret too. What am I meant to do? ........What do I do with your secret? Did you think about that?" Ok! maybe that could be the reaction but I think it's an over-reaction by Ben ..after 42 years. I think the secret could probably be spread around without too much damage....except maybe for Ron and Norma.
Another nice analysis from Kelly: Bluebirders aren't creatures of the depths. We are in the shallows, brackish little sea-water puddles left in the rocks by the receding tide."......"You might wonder why your dad [Gordon] is the way he is.......Why he makes all these bad decisions........I often think it goes back to your dad's brother".
Australianisms.."two cases of Tooheys Old"; "BSLSC". Even the name "The Lodge" has overtones of a Masonic Lodge...the self-help society ...a bit like life insurance for families. "Tony Eastaugh's funeral was a suitably modest affair. His generation was long gone, in honour, dishonour, or simply unaccounted for.......those men of the past were a figment of the imagination. One poke of a fire stick and they went down in minutes..."
The tangle of human affairs ....the relentless evil of Ron; his hold over the old events...and the manila folders.....reminds me of "A hundred year's of solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The revelation from Sam that "I saw Owen smile when he went. He was smiling at you Gordo.....He wanted to tell you that it wasn't your fault."
So now I've come to the end. Kind of a happy ending. All the loose ends tied down.....well more or less. Did Tony Eastaugh interfere with Owen? Never quite sure. What happened to Jude and Lou? Just drove off into the sunset with the La Marzocco. Is there something of "redeeming social value" in this book? Do I feel better after reading it? Short answer NO. But it did have an intriguing plot ...tangled and layers...like Norm'a conversation. (Which incidentally was brilliant). Found myself quite in awe of Knox's ability to weave the phrases together..and his clever turn of phrase. On the whole I enjoyed it
(Must have, because I've read it within 28 hrs of purchase). I give it 4 stars. (Would have liked to have come away feeling like I was better for reading it but really, feel that I've been entertained more than educated). Does it bring back memories of my own experiences at Manly and Freshwater? No, not really. I was always a day-tripper though I do recall going to Freshwater once with my dad ...maybe around 1950 and walking through sand dunes and banksias to get to the surf. And I have a photo from 1929 of my dad in the surf at Freshwater ...on some kind of surfboard.
Overall, I liked it and give it four stars.

I found this to be a really silly book about a completely stupid man . The story is quite ridiculous and if any man wants to maintain three separate families in different parts of the world, who cares? I was really surprised that such a respected journalist as Malcolm Knox would write such drivel.

John Wonder had not one, not two, but three families separated by vast amounts of
land and ocean. He managed to juggle three completely different lives without each knowing of the others existence. Think of your busy life and multiply that by three. Three dentists, three doctors, three accountants, three solicitors, three mechanics and all had to be kept separate and compartmentalised, all memorised and kept track of. He led a happy contented life until he met “the most beautiful woman in the world” and his life slowly started falling apart.

For me The Wonder Lover was a story with a whole lot of unlikeable characters. John Wonder is as he is depicted, bland and invisible. I couldn’t even get a mental picture of him. I certainly didn’t like him. His three wives were so accepting and complacent, bordering on grateful, that they all annoyed me. The story is told by his six children as one omniscient voice. They spoke of their father with adoration always making excuses for his neglect and behaviour. This annoyed me too as he was never there, well very rarely. Parts of the novel were dark, humorous, interesting and deep while other parts were nonsensical and dragged, repeating over information again and again.

What did I like?
The writing was exquisite and extremely clever. I loved all the facts and trivia interspersed throughout the story.
I liked Cicada, the true manipulator. She had worked man out at an early age and now they simply bored her. They were her toys!
I liked the story of Dorothy O’Oagh, the longest living person, and Menis Economopoulos, the person to be under house arrest for the longest time, it was darkly humorous and gave me quite a few laughs.
The story wrapped up well and the ending was deeply satisfying. It quelled all the annoyances I had with the characters in the novel. I would say this is why my review jumped from 3 to 4 stars.

With thanks to Allen & Unwin for my uncorrected proof copy to read and review

Malcolm Knox is an award-winning journalist and author who has proven that he is adept at writing both fiction and non-fiction pieces. His fifth novel, The Wonder Lover is an adult fable and cautionary tale about secrets and love. It is ultimately a bold book that hits some high notes as well as some flat ones.

The story stars an unlikely protagonist named John Wonder. This is a man who is meticulous and pedantic in his work as an authenticator and information verifier at the Guinness Book of World Records. Yet his personal life is a bizarre love triangle and mess that is based on lies and betrayal.

The bland and sexless Wonder is a bigamist with three different wives and six children (three lots of two named Adam and Stevie). He is a difficult man to like and engage with. And he is very hard to read and it’s even more difficult to get inside his head.

Here, Knox is very ambitious as he writes a story from Wonder’s children’s perspective. It’s a first person, plural voice that is all-seeing, non-judgemental and all-knowing. John Wonder’s women are very interesting. His three wives come to be known as his “true love”, “soul mate” and “redeemer”. There is also a young woman named Cicada who makes Wonder come undone after he falls in love with her.

It’s a shame that Wonder is such a bland, washed-out and pale character. It’s like all of the scaffolding in this book has been devoted to his women. It means that what was a good premise occasionally fails because the prose can be dry at times (to reflect the central character) and at other moments contain some excellent and insightful observations about humans and their folly.

The Wonder Lover is a strange tale that does have some similarities to Knox’s other work in that it explores the inner life of a man. It’s a unique and energetic story with a fresh voice and Knox really does toy with the idea of fiction and conventional storytelling here. But this book does make you wonder exactly who the victim is and at some points question why the reader should even care. It’s sad because the plot itself is completely original and vibrant, meaning the novel could be so much more than what it currently is.

I dont generally read many cricket books, although I love the game, because I find much modern cricket writing fairly pedestrian. It often seems to be the product of sports journalists who dont have any special attachment to the game. Certainly I have seen nothing in recent years to match some of the lovely work of past legends like Neville Cardus, or even some of the writing in old editions of Wisden. This book is a rare exception. It actually manages to capture the feel of cricket in the post-war era. Its a gripping read, with its key protagonists, the incomparable Bradman, here cast almost as the villain, driven, flint-hard, abrasive, determined to crush a war-torn and weary England into the dust, and the charismatic Keith Miller, handsome, debonair, fighter-pilot hero, possessed of great sympathy for the plight of an England still broken from the war, with many of its best players either dead, wounded or still traumatised from war service. Much is made of the contrast in attitudes between those like Bradman who had not seen active service and those like Miller, who had fought. This essential conflict works it way out through the context of Australia's greatest ever Ashes performance, going through an entire tour undefeated for the first and only time. It makes for enthralling reading, with every key moment, every key delivery and stroke captured in excellent prose. Its quite simply one of the best pieces of cricket writing I've read in many years. A must-read for all cricket fans.

A group of rich Australian middle aged men, and one woman, who have all been friends since childhood go to Jamaica to participate in an ocean swimming race. They are obnoxious, rude, entitled, uncaring and arrogant. They get drunk, do drugs, treat women (although not Janie, their friend) disgustingly and generally make pigs of themselves.

But if you can get over all of that, Knox writes extremely well and the relationships between the men, and their wives to some extent, are quite fascinating.½

Finished it this morning. I must say I read others books in between and I think I might have enjoyed it better if I would have read only this book cause now you had to get back into the drugs world every time.

Thought it was a very interesting read and written in a way it was interesting to read and not boring at all. I thought I knew a lot about drugs and maybe I did 20 years ago but not anymore. Glad though, all those new drugs, they are just killing people and if they are not they spoil there lifes. 3.5 star!

Juries in Australia, as in the UK, are as anonymous as its possible to be. Nothing is known about them before they appear in court, they may not ever discuss anything that went on in the jury room and the editors of this book were not even allowed to ask the author to elaborate on jury proceedings of the trial he sat on.

This means the author has to fill the book with discussion of surveys (mostly in New Zealand which has the same rules governing juries as Australia and the UK), plays and films. It is as interesting as he can make it, but its dry, dry, dry.

Americans have no such rules - everything is known before a jury sits, challenges seem to be unlimited and for anything at all. The secrecy of the jury room is out the window the moment the trial has finished and jurors may discuss, even on the court steps, what went on, and many do.

It would be interesting to read a book contrasting these different jury systems, especially in regard to how they affect verdicts and ultimately what people see as justice.

This a fictionalised autobiography of the enigmatic ex surfing champion Michael Peterson. It is written in a unique style that enables readers to gain an understaning of and insight into the mechanisms of obsessive behaviours associated with a particular mental illness. This book is definite a one off.

Summerland traces the destruction of the friendship of two couples in Sydney. It is presented as the late night telling of the story by one of the foursome. The power of the novel is in the way it stays strictly within the view point of the story-teller.

The novel describes the world of the rich and the temptation for men in this world in particular to remain children, always seeking to have their way and behaving without thought for the consequences.

Summerland becomes a riches to rags story as the emotional lives of the four friends is shredded by their own actions. The tension is beautifully maintained throughout, and the reader is drawn deeper and deeper into the destruction of their lives. Its intentionally conversational style coupled with the emotional horror of the characters’ downfall makes it a page-turner.½

Crystal methamphetamine. Crystal meth. Crystal. Ice. A drug that came out of nowhere and instantly turned things upside down: for users, their families, police, healthcare workers and victims of the random, hyper-violent crimes that are the mark of ice. Nearly 1 in 10 Australians have tried ice.

Scattered is the word coined by some users to describe the trance-like ferocity that can accompany an ice binge, escalating common crime to a terrifying level of violence. According to support workers on the front line, official statistics have yet to recognise that users have trebled over the last two years and hospital admissions for ice-related psychosis more than doubled.

Walkley award-winning journalist Malcolm Knox examines the ice problem in Australia from the points of view of users, dealers, police, lawyers, doctors, pharmacists and families affected by the drug. Each story he tells goes beyond the statistics and headlines to explore the human cost of ice and to consider its future in Australia.

I really disliked the characters in this book and kept reading and waiting for them to 'find themselves'. But this never happened. Rather than be disappointed, I found the process of reading about obnoxious characters(all male) interesting and compelling. I wouldn't have read this title if it weren't on my bookclub reading list.

over bedrog, leugens en passie

absorbing as all his books are for me. moves between characters' thoughts to allow for shifting of perspective, captures pettiness possible in friendships - the pull between love and envy and a desire to harm, bring down.