There's the rub

Went down to Dymocks at Worldy to pick up reserved copies of Julian Barnes’ Arthur and George and John Banville’s The Sea as part of a vaguely highbrow plan to read through the Booker shortlist. And Michelle behind the counter said, ‘Wanna freebee?’ and tossed Rubdown by Leigh Redhead in the bag as well. Started it with low expectations, but what a pageturner… funny, sharp, zippy/unzippy and quite rude in spots. Great sense of place (er, Melbourne)… and the right price. More on the other two some other time.