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|author=Thomas Keneally
|title=Napoleon's Last Island
|rating=4.5
|genre=Literary Fiction
|summary=It's not usual to open a review with the history of how the book came to be written but with ''Napoleon's Last Island'' the story sheds an intriguing light on the plot. In 2012 author Thomas Keneally was given tickets to an exhibition of Napoleonic artefacts: uniforms, furniture, china, paintings, military decorations, snuff boxes and memorabilia as well as Napoleon's death mask. He was intrigued as to how the exhibits and particularly the mask came to be in Australia. Some pieces in the exhibition had been bought in later but most came from the descendants of the Balcombe family, who came to the colony in the first half of the nineteenth century, from St Helena via England. The result of Keneally's research into the story is ''Napoleon's Last Island''.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1473625335</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|title=The Natural Way of Things
|summary=What could be better than an existentialist book from rural Iceland, full of gnomic comments about how close life and death are, that has as its core a journey taken by, amongst others, a naïve and hormonal teenaged lad and a full coffin? Why, I hear you cry, a trilogy concerning the same. Yes, it's the obvious answer, really – why else would we come to this third part, where the survivors of the expedition rest up, note the women giving them help, and see how eminently close the circle of life is to the figure of a snake swallowing its tail through, among other things, dogs rutting in a church below the coffin's bier?
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>184866236X</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|author= Joanna Walsh
|title= Vertigo
|rating= 4
|genre= Literary Fiction
|summary= The short stories in Joanna Walsh's collection have the overall effect of disparate streams of consciousness of a woman laying bear her very soul, whilst often going about seemingly mundane activities of the ordinary and every day. The narrative voice appeared to me to be the same woman speaking throughout, playing different roles, though I'm not sure this was meant to be the case. The style of the stories is that of short vignettes, mostly written in a modernist, stream of consciousness style. Sometimes, the prose appears almost poetic.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1908276800</amazonuk>
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