Jeremy Fisher

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Sun, 12 Jun 2016 07:03:00 +0000

My book The Dirty Little Dog is now published and available. It received an excellent review in the Sydney Morning Herald/Age Spectrum section and has sold well in the bookshops where it is stocked. Unfortunately a small press like Fat Frog Books lacks the resources to distribute across the country and is reliant on bookshops taking the initiative to stock the title. Very few seem willing to step outside the mainstream and offer the book to their customers. This is quite disappointing to me as a writer, but I'm thrilled we have managed to reprint given the small number of places where the book is available.

The Bookshop, Darlinghurst and Hares and Hyenas in Melbourne have been great supporters of the book and they have the print edition available for sale both in the shop and online. The ebook is available here.

Book Council of Australia

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Fri, 02 Oct 2015 07:30:00 +0000

Will the Book Council of Australia achieve anything for Australian authors? Regrettably, it is unlikely that authors will benefit. Authors seem to be ignored or completely misunderstood, not only by the Book Council in its proposed form but by cultural funding agencies such as the Australia Council.
So-called major performing arts bodies like the Sydney Theatre Company and Opera Australia with their lavish mostly foreign productions (the STC occasionally puts on a translation or original piece by its now former director Andrew Upton, but it is the performances of his wife in American plays that are the company's forte) continue to gulp down most of the Council's funding. Yet despite this so few people want to see sopranos warble Wagner or Strauss, those fine Australian composers (!), that Opera Australia is reduced to using the millions -- millions! -- it receives from the Australia Council to subsidise performances of musical theatre. By such famous Australian writers as Lerner & Loewe, no less! What admirable use of the money Australian taxpayers believe is assigned to foster Australian culture! I could have danced all night -- and still had time for more!
The advice the government has taken on board with regard to the formation of the Book Council is seriously flawed and whoever provided it should be sent to a gulag. How absurd that the Australian Writers Guild, a fine organisation representing dramatists and screenwriters but with no connection to book publishing in Australia, should be invited to be a member when writers centres, professional organisations such as the Australasian Association of Writing Programs, or more specific representatives such as Romance Writers of Australia and the Society of Book Illustrators and Writers are completely ignored.
The advice the government has received is one-eyed, sef-serving and undoubtedly fuelled by publishers. Authors are a token presence. It is even more absurd that the government has acted on the advice without querying it. This demonstrates the government's total lack of understanding of the Australian publishing industry. Given that a new Minister, Senator Mitch Fifield, now has responsibility, perhaps, perhaps there is now an opportunity for this seriously flawed advice to be overturned. Let us hope that this might be so.
Let us also not forget that authors are at the beginning of the creation chain -- and there lies the problem. The profit in writing does not reside with authors; publishers have their self-interested thumb and forefinger tightly holding, nay, grabbing, the cash. Government being government, and in Australia with both major parties subscribing to a 'free' market economy and the right for greed to overwhelm public interest, publishers represent themselves as the top dogs, which they are in author–publisher relations. They are the bullies who dictate terms and screw authors.
It is time for government to step in and protect authors, small businesspeople at the mercy of massive international publishing conglomerates. Contracts must be made to be fair. Reprographic and digital rights must be made inalienable to the author. Other measures must be put in place to protect the poor authors who are being bullied into submission.
Publishers still make BIG profits -- authors' incomes are dropping even further. These small changes should be what the Book Council is there to implement.
But I won't be buying a lottery ticket on it. I hear my publisher bashing on my door with a cricket bat.

How to tell your father to drop dead -- reviews

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Sat, 23 Nov 2013 04:55:00 +0000

How to tell your father to drop dead has been reviewed by Kerryn Goldsworthy in the Sydney Morning Herald (28 September 2013) and in the Melbourne Community Voice (20 November 2013, p. 22). Kerryn was kind enough to say that stories such as "On Rosa Luxemburgstrasse in a Vietnamese cafe" explore "the place where personal history and world history connect" and try "to negotiate some sort of personal truce or peace between the past and the present". The reviewer in Melbourne Community Voice gave the book four stars and says that I "write with a stark detachment to fill each phrase with meaning, as in the autobiographically styled 'Tusk' -- or move you to tears as in the collection's central story, 'Winter afternoon'."
The book is now available at more locations. Hares & Hyenas stock it in Melbourne, Books@Stones in Brisbane have it, and it is also available through the University Co-op Bookshop.

1960 Gay Pulp Fiction

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Mon, 09 Sep 2013 22:43:00 +0000

I have a chapter in the forthcoming book edited by Wayne Drewey Gunn and Jaime Harker, published by University of Massacusetts Press.

How to tell your father to drop dead -- print version

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Fri, 16 Aug 2013 00:15:00 +0000

You can purchase my book How to tell your father to drop dead here and here.

Gay Liberation

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Wed, 14 Aug 2013 02:30:00 +0000

My work "Gay Liberation" is available on the Polari Journal online website. It tells of my engagement with this movement in the early 1970s.

Luke Davies' four plots for magnets

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Wed, 14 Aug 2013 02:25:00 +0000

I reviewed Luke Davies four plots for magnets in Cordite Poetry Review. Read the review.

How to tell your father to drop dead

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Mon, 12 Aug 2013 02:47:00 +0000

My new book, How to tell your father to drop dead, is available as an ebook from Authors Unlimited. It will soon be available in print form as well.It is available from The Bookshop, Darlinghurst, as well as other fine bookshops.

Alex Mitchell: Come the revolution

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 23:04:00 +0000

Alex Mitchell’s memoir Come the revolution (New South, ISBN 9781742233079) is an interesting reminder of a past I had hoped I had forgotten. Mitchell, a renowned Australian journalist possibly best known these days for his long-running political column in Sydney’s The Sun-Herald, travelled to the UK in the late 1960s. First, he worked on Fleet Street papers, then on television. However, a commitment to Marxist philosophy led him to join a Trotskyist group, the Socialist Labour league, later the Workers Revolutionary Party. This organisation imploded dramatically in 1986 when its leader, the demagogic Gerry Healy, was accused of sexual indiscretions.

Mitchell’s experience resonated with me. In late 1973 and 1974, I was involved in the Socialist Youth Alliance, the youth group of the Socialist Workers League. This was a small group of people whose Marxist philosophy purported to follow the directions set by Leon Trotsky. The group met in their headquarters at 167 St Johns Road, Glebe. In 1974, influenced by my then partner, who vacillated between charismatic Catholicism and Trotskyism, I had a brief dalliance with the Socialist Labour League in Australia, which was vehemently opposed to the Socialist Workers League, despite both groups claiming to be Trotskyist. I’m afraid, but not ashamed, that I exhibited a middle-class reaction to the Socialist Labour League’s zealous practices and methodologies. I didn’t want to be roused out of bed early on Saturdays to sell the Workers News to disinterested train travellers. I loathed the endless political discussions, eventually being expelled from one that was being held in some suburb miles from where I lived. The long walk home was welcome: it was, if you like, my long walk to freedom. I happily renounced any form of Trotskyism.

It was a small world then. A few years later, I was living with my new partner at 184 St Johns Road. One day, walking with friends back home along Jarocin Avenue we were engaged in bawdy repartee with a group of young men on a first storey balcony. One of these was Stephen Kirby, who invited me up to meet him. Despite the fact we were both in relationships, we commenced a highly passionate affair that lasted a number of years, even after Stephen moved back to Melbourne. When I was down there on business in the early 1980s he would come to my hotel and we’d enjoy each other’s company. Stephen edited Outrage and came to Sydney when the company behind that journal took over the Sydney Star Observer, then evolved that into the community organisation which currently runs it and of which I was an inaugural board member. Stephen died of AIDs in 1994. He wasn’t a Trotskyist. I mention him only because I think of him every time I am in Glebe and I also remember my brief flirtation with Trotskyism. I miss him.

Alex Mitchell did not have a flirtation with Trotskyism. He married into the creed. I use that word because it exemplifies the almost blind devotion to their beliefs that so many Trotskyists have. Only they have the truth. Only they can lead. They are not very different from evangelical Christians in their devotion to their core beliefs. And yet, their numbers have ever been pitifully small, their influence by and large negligible. Though Mitchell writes an exciting and often moving account of his involvement in the activities in Britain of what became known as the Worker’s Revolutionary Party, the truth is that party was always marginal in the British political context, despite it recruiting high-profile members such as Vanessa and Corin Redgrave.

I met the latter when he came out to Australia in the late 1970s to support the activities of the Socialist Labour League here. Though I was no longer a Trotskyist, there were elements in the Australian Labor Party, of which I was then a member, which were in contact with the SLL. Bob Gould, the bookshop owner, and George Petersen, the maverick member for Wollongong in the NSW Parliament, were the leaders of a far-left ALP faction and Corin Redgrave addressed members of that group, me being one, in a room above Gould’s bookshop in George Street. The site is now a tower for some capitalist enterprise on the corner of George and Bathurst Streets. All I recall of the evening is boredom, but of course I wasn’t very dedicated to the cause.

My recollection of the SLL in Australia is dominated by bullying. Leadership consisted of badgering and intimidating members. In this, the party leaders claimed to be following the model set by Gerry Healy, the man Mitchell writes most about. I found the Healy leadership model repugnant. Mitchell obviously had an admiration for the man, but Healy still emerges from this book as an abrasive and unpleasant character.

This book is a fascinating account of how an otherwise sensible man could fall under the spell of a thug like Healy. I encountered Healy’s avatars in Australia and rejected them and their politics. I decided that they were crazy. Mitchell spent the best part of two decades closely involved with the work of these crazies, and he still embraces the tenets of Trotskyism, even though he is no longer a card-carrying WRP member. I admire his ability to tell the story of the WRP and his role within it, but I also wonder what he might have done as a journalist if he was not caught up in Healyism.

Lisa Heidke: Stella makes good

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:57:00 +0000

Once again, Lisa Heidke entertains with a chick-lit romp set on Sydney’s North Shore, Stella makes good (Arena/Allen & Unwin, ISBN 9781742378671). Heidke’s writing matures with each new book; this is her fourth. Her characters are aging, no longer fancy-free and set on having a good time, but married with children and husband problems.

Stella’s marriage is in trouble. Her husband has moved out. Out for drinks with the girls, and being chatted up by an attractive doctor, she agrees to go to a party in of all unlikely places conservative suburban Turramurra. This is a place where I lived for a semester or two while at university. I only lived there because it was relatively close – in kilometre terms – to Macquarie University. Turramurra has none of the raffish charm and bohemian loucheness of Glebe or New town which are within walking distance of the University of Sydney. Turramurra is respectable. For this very reason, I used it as a setting myself in my book Music from another country. Today, I shop at Coles there every six weeks when we come back from having our hair done in Terrigal (as everybody does). I have to dodge the walking frames and scooters in the aisles. The suburb has an aged population. It is not the place where ! would imagine a sex party taking place, but Heidke sets one going there and her description of the street and the house makes it very believable. I’m sure I’ve walked past the place. If only I’d known what was going on inside. Turramurra would have been far more interesting.

Stella goes to the party to protect a friend who has had too much to drink. But she sees the husband of another friend there in nappies and crawling on the floor. She leaves, but the nasty nappie wearer starts harassing her. The story evolves

The North Shore has many secrets, and Tony Abbott is the least of them in this complex and humourous book. Heidke is developing into one of Australia’s most accomplished arbiters of manners and morals. I’m looking forward to her next book.

Republics of letters: Literary communities in Australia

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 01:55:00 +0000

Republics of Letters: Literary Communities in Australia, edited by Peter Kirkpatrick and Robert Dixon, has just been published by Sydney University Press (ISBN 9781920899783). I have a chapter in this book looking at the place of G.M. Glaskin within the Australian literary community. The book covers a range of topics. Nicole Moore and Christina Spittel look at translations of Australian literature in the German Democratic Republic. Robert Dixon asks whether Australian literature is a world literature. Ann Vickery examines Australian gay and lesbian poetry. Lachlan Brown considers the writing of young refugees in Western Sydney. And there is a great deal more in this thought-provoking volume.

Rick Stein at Bannister's

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 03:28:00 +0000

Recently, my partner and I were in Mollymook on the South Coast of New South Wales and decided to have a meal at Rick Stein at Bannister's. Rick Stein is an English chef who has had some success with television series. He appears to specialise in seafood.
We arrived at the restaurant on time and we were shown to our table. My seat was faced away from the view and my partner's seat was on a banquette running along the back of the room. The table was set out as one would expect of a restaurant claiming to offer top of the range service and food.
The service was attentive. We had menus and water -- just tap water; we refrained from the Rick Stein carbonated water -- within moments, along with a small bowl of olives. I ordered a sauvignon blanc ($42).
The first intimation that all was not well was when the wine waiter brought a bottle of riesling. It was not even from the same vineyard as the sauvignon blanc I had ordered. It was quickly replaced however.
We'd both ordered oysters as entrees -- my partner half a dozen natural, while I ordered a speciality that cost extra but came with chili sausages. A big fuss was made of placing pillowed plates before the both of us, this being necessary, we were told, as the oysters were served on a platter of ice.
Indeed, that is the way my partner's entree was served. Mine was not, requiring the removal of the pillowed plate. Also, I questioned the fact that I had only five oysters. I was told my dish comes with only five, despite having a higher price than half a dozen.
Anyway, the oysters were fine, as they should have been for the price ($24 and $27).
I'd ordered the fish pie and my partner barramundi (both around $40). The fish pie was disappointing. It consisted of two prawns, two scallops and bits of fish placed in a soup bowl, covered with a sauce (pleasant enough but lacking wow factor) and bread crumbs, then grilled. My partner found the barra ordinary, even the mash mixed with broad beans and peas. The dishes were edible, but expensive, we felt. We also had a green leaf salad, which was unremarkable
This happens at restaurants from time to time. Dishes don't live up to their potential.
We decided to end with a cheese platter, a port (for me), a Baileys (for my partner) and coffee.
Here is where the restaurant went from disappointing to annoying. The coffee and drinks, along with petits fours, came out and were placed on the table within moments of being ordered. We protested we had cheese to come. The waiter, to his credit, made inquiries, but the cheese failed to emerge for another seventeen minutes, just as we were about to cancel it. We were served the cheese with apologies and the advice that, if we wanted it before our coffee, we should have specified that.
Hmmm. I have never been served coffee before cheese anywhere else in the world.
Our conclusions? Very ordinary service and food.

The Creativity Market

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 03:25:00 +0000

The Creativity Market, edited by Dominique Hecq, will be published in March 2012. My chapter in the book is titled "The publishing paradigm: Commercialism versus creativity".

http://www.multilingual-matters.com/display.asp?isb=9781847697097

Antipodes: "In a Vietnamese cafe on Rosa Luxemburg Strasse"

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 03:21:00 +0000

My creative non-fiction work "In a Vietnamese cafe on Rosa Luxemburg Strasse" will be appear in the December issue of Antipodes.

Where do you think you are? Writing Australia

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 04:06:00 +0000

Arts New England: Centre for Research and Innovation in the Arts will be presenting a symposium on 15 November, 2011, to consider the development of an Australian identity in and through Writing (defined as a process of creativity unlimited by form, linearity or mode). The symposium will explore a range of ways in which Australian writing has evolved and is evolving.

Guest speakers include:

Angelo Loukakis, Executive Director of the Australian Society of Authors, has worked as a teacher, scriptwriter, editor and publisher. He is the author of the fiction titles For the Patriarch, Vernacular Dreams, Messenger, and The Memory of Tides. He has also written a number of non-fiction works, including most recently a book of the SBS television series Who Do You Think You Are? His collection of short stories, For the Patriarch, was winner of a New South Wales Premier’s Literary Award. Angelo Loukakis is a past member of the Literature Board of the Australia Council and chair of the New South Wales Writers’ Centre. He has taught writing, publishing and editing subjects at UTS and the Australian Catholic University. His latest novel, Houdini’s Flight, was released in 2010.

Lisa Heidke, author of Lucy Springer gets even (2009), What Kate did next (2010), and Claudia’s big break (2011). Lisa will speak on the challenges of writing chick-lit.

Sophie Masson, Chair of the Australian Society of Authors and former member of the Literature Board of the Australia Council for the Arts and author of more than fifty novels for young people. A graduate of UNE, Sophie is published in many countries. In 2011 her historical novel, The Hunt for Ned Kelly, won the Patricia Wrightson Prize for Children's Literature in the NSW Premier's Literary Awards, while her alternative history novel, The Hand of Glory, won the Young Adult category of the 2002 Aurealis Awards for Science Fiction and Fantasy. She has also had many books shotrtlisted for various awards, written several novels for adults, and four thrillers for teenagers under the pen-name of Isabelle Merlin. Her short stories and essays have also been extensively published, in print journals in Australia, the UK, USA, and online in many different publications and blogs. Sophie will speak on French-Australian identity

Papers for the symposium are sought on the following themes:

Context and environment

· Indigenous matters

· Censorship, legal, moral and ethical problems

· Expatriate writing

· Outside looking in, or inside looking out: other tongues and accents

· Syllabus studies

· Historiography

Industries, products and production

· Publishing and its products

· Writing and new media

· Popular culture – newspapers, magazines, pulp fiction, TV/film, music, theatre

· Careers

Processes

· Individual/collaborative/community

· Technology

· Shapes/forms/structures

Modes/Genres

· Biography/Romance/Horror/Crime etc.

· Narratives without words

· Professional writing

· Advertising/Public relations

In the first instance, submit a 300 word abstract of your proposed paper by 17 October to Dr Jeremy Fisher jfishe23@une.edu.au

After Homosexual: The legacies of gay liberation

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 01:20:00 +0000

I will be presenting a paper that further explores my research into the emergence of overt homosexual narrative in Australia at the After Homosexual: The legacies of gay liberation conference at La Trobe University in February 2012. The conference celebrates the work of Professor Dennis Altman and recognises the 40th anniversary of the publication of his landmark work Homosexual: Oppression and liberation. I'm looking forward to contributing to this important event.

Australasian Association of Writing Programs Conference, 23-25 November 2011

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 01:13:00 +0000

I'll be attending and presenting a paper at the Australasian Association of Writing Programs conference at Byron Bay in November 2011. This is a wonderful conference for writing educators, and I'm looking forward to catching up with colleagues and having stimulating conversations about writing. My paper traces the emergence of overt male homosexual narrative in Australiam literature from the emergence of the sexual liberations movement and legalisation of homosexuality in the late 1960s and early 1970s (at least in some Australian states) to the present.

5th National Editors Conference, Sydney

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 01:05:00 +0000

I spoke on a panel on copyright at the 5th National Editors Conference in Sydney on 8 September 2011. I mentioned that digital and e-books have the potential to give authors an increased share of royalties. Allen & Unwin, for instance, is offering 50% royalties for backlist, out-of-print titles whose rights are held by authors' estates. Royalty rates for e-books are slowly climbing from the initial low figures offered by traditional publishers as it is clear that new competitors such as Amazon, Google and Apple can work with models that offer authors a greater proportion of returns from e-books. It's even more important then that authors retain control of their digital rights.

Lisa Heidke Claudia's big break

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 03:35:00 +0000

In Lisa Heidke's Claudia's big break (ISBN9781742374918) Claudia, just about to turn 39, is sent off to Greece by her boss, Marcus. She's supposed to deliver a jump drive and some papers to his partner, Con, in Athens, then she can have two weeks holiday, paid for by Marcus. She decides to take along two old friends, Tara and Sophie. Sophie has a young son, Levi, who accompanies them.

When the girls set off from Brisbane, she encounters a hunky young man, Jack from Yackandandah, at the airport and it turns out he's going to Greece as well.

Well, that's how it starts. But Claudia's been bonking the married (but separated) Marcus on the side, Con is a con, and Marcus's business is going down the tube. Not that any of that's apparent as our girls whirl into Athens and party like they were eighteen again.

Claudia sets out to find Con and deliver her goods, but she winds up in a dodgy place and a little messed around.

No matter, Santorini is next on the agenda, and who should be there but Jack. He ends up placing Claudia in handcuffs and marching her off to a Greek police station, because he's really a private eye hired by Marcus's wife to find out the truth.

Meanwhile, Marcus has deposited $20,000 into Claudia's bank account and as she is so in debt to her credit cards, it looks like she's (almost) free of debt at last (some of it inherited from a former boyfriend George who left her in the lurch -- Claudia's life ain't lucky).

Then Tara is on with the English lawyer Angie and Sophie's husband Alex arrives ...

Phew! Yes, this is breathless Heidke territory again. Fun, and funny. She sends up thirtysomethings something terrible, but not cruelly. Claudia is her own worst enemy, and she knows it.

By the end of the book, it is not clear that she and Jack are going to get it on (they do get it on once in the book, but Jack kind of wrecks that with his handcuff trick -- not that it wouldn't have worked at the right time), but at least they are friends.

Friendship is the strength of this book. Claudia, Tara and Sophie are old school and university friends. They know each other well and love and support each other. In less refined hands, they could have remained bimbos, but Heidke loves her characters, too, though she know their foibles and pretensions well.

Ethics and life writing

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 03:58:00 +0000

Life writing requires some ethical considerations. Many of these will be covered in the course ENCO309/509 Writing non-fiction: Interpreting the truth that I will teach in second semester 2012.

Author! Author!

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 00:59:00 +0000

Author! Author! from Australian Society of Authors on Vimeo.

The business of being a writer

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 23:49:00 +0000

The business of being a successful author–what you don’t see but need to know.

A one-day workshop with Jeremy Fisher on everything to do with getting published. These are things you need to know well in advance of even trying to get published! The workshop will look at the business side of writing. Some of the issues to be covered will include:

Understanding the market and opportunities for survival as a professional writer
Some suggested work methods to establish consistent writing practices
Record-keeping and basic business practices
Writing as a business - extending your options
Legal and ethical issues related to earning income as a writer (copyright, defamation, contracts, rights, use of third party material)
Practices in publishing houses and how to interpret and understand them
What are legitimate expenses involved in earning income from writing and how they can be claimed
Marketing yourself as a professional writer
Embracing the digital universe
Getting up when you get knocked down again: Surviving rejection
Persisting

DATE: Saturday 25 June, 10:00 am to 4:00 pm.
VENUE: NEWC
COST: $55 members / $65 non-members

Music from another Country reviewed

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:01:00 +0000

Music from another Country has been reviewed on Good Reads by Hazel Edwards. Read the review here.

Robert Barnard: Death of an old goat

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Mon, 23 May 2011 06:13:00 +0000

Colleagues recommended I read Robert Barnard’s Death of an old goat (ISBN 0-00-231198-4, Collins Crime Club, 1974). The book features a thinly disguised University of New England – Drummondale University in the book – and perhaps some of the staff of the English department are also ciphers. Barnard apparently spent some time teaching at UNE’s Armidale campus in the early 1970s. The references to the menace of Whitlam from some members of the squattocracy support this. The book itself was published in 1974.

It’s a pretty poor whodunit, more of an excuse for the author to lampoon almost all his characters. The only one who escapes with some dignity – but not much of it – is the temporary English lecturer Alice O’Brien. The rest of them, including the police, seem to dissolve into a nauseating mixture of beer, rough red wine and sherry.

Did Barnard not enjoy his sojourn in Armidale? This poorly constructed, nasty book suggests not.

Wladimir Kaminer: Russian Disco

noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Fisher) — Mon, 02 May 2011 23:33:00 +0000

My review of Russian Disco by Wladimir Kaminer is available here.