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“For alarmingly large chunks of an average day, I am a moron.”

  Ezra and Henry hanging about, Binalong Bay, Bay of Fires, Tasmania. Fever Pitch  by Nick Hornby It is always interesting to read a memoir that reflects on the changes and passing of a very different time, written in the immediate afterwards. Much has changed in English, and world football culture since  Fever Pitch  was published. I wonder what Hornby makes of the consequences of enforced seating, the formation of the Premier League and the fracturing of the working class and subsequent dominance of money and middle-class casual fans. Perhaps in the same way, as the book ends in his own settling down and tempering of his fandom, he welcomed the gentrification of the game (but I doubt it). Anyway, it was a fine diversion from far heavier works. Born Into This  by Adam Thompson Published stories from a Tasmanian palawa (Aboriginal) perspective are sadly few and far between, but Adam Thompson's debut collection, I hope, will start something of a correction to tha...