by Christos Tsiolkas – I finished reading it last night, and found it quite remarkable. Too many sex scenes, and too many four letter words starting with C, but I was beguiled by the portrait of a family making choices, making bad choices, as everyone does. To have such sympathy for these characters, even as we are presented with the horror of their darkest selves, is striking.
That their humanity was so tied up in the best and worst of themselves was, to me, quite beautiful.
I think maybe the next book I read will be one where some of the characters are not arseholes, though.