Kylie Tennant, Tiburon (review)
Compassion was, indeed, a scarce commodity in the thirties, vanishing underground with the stream of money and leaving us with dry eroded faces, cracked into grim lines, a desperate humour to defend us from grief
Mary Gaunt (2)
Bronwyn. “the Volta River is entrancingly lovely. It’s quiet reaches are like deep lakes in whose clear surface is mirrored the calm blue sky, the fleecy clouds and hills clothed in the densest green”
