Murray Bail – The Pages

Murray Bail makes me fall in love with reading again. I picked up his newest novel, The Pages, yesterday - bought it on the basis of his name and the blurb on the back. No one writes Australia like Bail, his description of driving along Parramatta road in the first chapter alone is enough reason… Continue reading Murray Bail – The Pages


Seated at the mirror a woman puts herself in the hands of the hairdresser; very often a male. It is an occasion, almost ceremonial; it is concentrated, partly sombre. The woman is robed. Hair is the only changeable part of the face. And it is hair that frames - and makes distinctive - the various… Continue reading Hair