Peter Temple's low-key wisecracks
The book is episodic but not at all jerky. It's full of fresh observations, even on that tired P.I.-novel subject, the protagonist who loses his wife, then slips into drink. It's got enough Australian slang and speech patterns to make things lively for this North American reader.
Here's Jack Irish's description of a financial-news office where he meets a female reporter he hopes will help him on a case:
I noticed that all the men in the room were frozen into poses suggesting deep concentration while all the women seemed to be typing. Could it be that the men were transmitting thoughts to the women, who were typing them up? I suggested this to Linda Hillier. She looked at me speculatively.
Australian crime fiction
© Peter Rozovsky 2006