The final work of one of Australia's greatest writers.
'His eyes are on the one eye of the rifle. His mouth splits open his brown beard. He throws up a hand, palm outward, in an unwilled, futile gesture to ward off death.'
A killer is hounding the seaside town of Old Tornwich. Residents are gripped by fear and suspicion, and the finger of blame is pointed in all directions. But the bodies keep falling, and the crimes remain unsolved, the culprit at large.
No mere whodunit, The Suburbs of Hell - its story inspired by a real-life serial killer - is a profoundly disturbing psychological drama with a devastating conclusion, the final work of one of Australia's greatest writers.
While 'Visitants'. captured me and my attention and held it leaving me breathless with admiration for Randolph Stow, I had to work a little and think a little with this and well it was just different.
After the thought and consideration the book deserves, my rating would rise. I had not long finished Visitants and my listening enjoyment was filtered or biased by that book.
This is a murder book .that captures the fear, suspicion, doubt ,loss and self examination of people in the town. There is the gut withering sadness, loneliness and yes, hope not .often .revealed in murder books.
This is a book for them that like a challenge and not an escape.
And it, like other of Stow's books needs the reader to take a long walk and just let it all rummage through prejudice, fear. and real human contact.