By Murray Bail
From the “world-class Australian novelist” (The ny Times) comes a deft, angular, and hugely pleasing number of tales. “The Seduction of My Sister” tells of the more and more strange occasions among siblings whilst a brand new relations strikes in around the highway, whereas “Healing” remembers a vanished time while a boy’s headlong, blameless rush into sure catastrophe may be avoided via an easy miracle. a guy named Huebler comes to a decision to picture every body alive, and an unassuming piano-tuner is shipped to the heart of Australia in 1943 to give a contribution to the battle attempt. a charming, piquant assortment from a grasp of the craft.
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Some of the shoppers inside the display windows of the Gap had now come out and joined the sidewalk’s crowd. The figure scaled the eighth–twelfth floors with ease, then paused while attached to the thirteenth- (perhaps called the fourteenth-) floor window to apply some kind of adhesive or cleaner to his suction cups. The winds at 425 feet must have been very strong, because his caudal hose swung wildly this way and that. It was also impossible for some people in the front portion of the street and sidewalk’s crowd to resist looking at their own and the whole collective’s reflection in the Gap’s display window.
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