Hobart is beautiful and vibrant, but it sits on the edge of two great emptinesses.
I have great hopes for this idea ...
Upstairs, in a fine old house, Mrs Inglethorp dies of strychnine poisoning ...
You can’t really discuss Australian crime fiction without mentioning Jane Harper’s first book. It has been spectacularly successful. Here's one reason.
Hobart sits on the edge of two great emptinesses. In a way I think we have inherited a deep sense of loneliness.
Agatha Christie can be taken seriously as a modernist author.
“If a narrative is going to be as clumsy as that, can’t it have some guns?”