If you enjoy literary short potboiler or attachment Australia, you ought to read this. My job takes me to Queensland every connect of years, and I always look for Australian writers when I'm in the bookstores there. This is a treatise I came away with on my last trip, and it was the kind of lucky find every reader hopes for. The Bodysurfers is Australia in miniature, a assemblage of short stories following different members of a single subdivision across several generations, mostly in the outskirt and beach towns around Sydney. The poem can remind you of both Ellen Gilchrist and Raymond Carver, but it's pure Aussie, with a surf-scented slither and the morning cries of currawongs rising from the beep. Most of the twelve stories are less than twenty pages long, and it's an ideal treatise for treatise-learning in quick makes off with over a few times. The subjects include finely drawn portraitures of families at play and in trouble, the spectacular downfall of small-town heroes, the rambling candor of a sex criminal who's spent much of his life in prison, the role of fish hatred in budding romance and a photo of the last times of a once-celebrated inquisitive person who helped open the continent's interior from the back of a camel. Really a wonderful treatise, and the back blurb of my edition says it's well loved in Australia, with transformations for film, television, wireless and theater. It definitely deserves a readership beyond Australia.