When I think of all the voices in all the novels populating this house and studio—narrators lofty or confessional, intrusive or seductive, the sly unreliables, the ominiscients, the limiteds, the multiples—I know there has never been a voice like the one in the novel lying on my sofa right now.
Today I’m guest blogging at Meanjin, in its ‘What I’m reading’ series. Click here to read more about Courtney Collins’s debut novel, The Burial—and to find out why my idiosyncratic book-shelving habits do not impress my librarian sister.
looking up/looking down 