Gerald Murnane is an author I don’t really know anything about. He’s close to 80, Australian, and is more or less seen as the Australia’s Great Hope for another Nobel Prize winner (step aside Peter Carey). I want to say I know more about him after reading this novel, which feels like it could be a roman a clef. But I get the distinct sense, that while Murnane and his unnamed narrator do share some similarities, these connections cannot be relied upon. If there’s a […]