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A book should serve as the axe for the frozen sea within us.

Political comment. Elizabeth Street, North Hobart. July 2013. Master Georgie , Beryl Bainbridge: This book won a lot of prizes, and it isn't hard to see why. Novel represents a unique glimpse at a character from a prism of lenses formed by those around him. This conceit works well and it allows Bainbridge to really explore three very different narrative voices. Not for everyone, as the author showcases a real mastery of technique here that can be quite challenging at times. However, if you love reading, you should love this book. A . The Second Tree from the Corner , E.B. White: A collection of literary miscellanea, some dated, some prescient. Uneven. C . Poodle Springs , Raymond Chandler (and Robert B. Parker): Private dick settles down, but circumstances won't let him. This was Chandler's last novel, incomplete at his death and finished by Parker. It's okay, if somewhat hackneyed. C .

Time is the longest distance between two places.

A message from the fountain in Salamanca Square to you. June, 2010. T minus 9,090 minutes and 18 seconds. Heavy fog on Hobart's eastern shore this morning, you couldn't even see the Tasman bridge until you were on it, and when you were on it, you couldn't see the Derwent River Estuary. Funny thing was though, no fog on the western shore. Grey old day mind you, but no fog. Looking out over the river though, no eastern shore! What witchcraft is this!?!