The sensational international bestseller by Australia's "preeminent contemporary novelist" ( The Age ), in his United States debut Winner of the 2009 Commonwealth Writers' Prize, Christos Tsiolkas's The Slap is a riveting page-turner and a powerful, haunting rumination on contemporary... read more
Melbourne life at its best, or worst depending on your perspective.
Barbeque with friends and family in the back yard in Melbourne suburbs. Child is not content to play with other children in the same way and is intent on hitting another child. Male guest intervenes and slaps the child... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“Hugo pulled away from Rosie’s teat. ‘No one is allowed to touch my body without my permission.’ His voice was shrill and confident. Hector wondered where he learnt those words. From Rosie? At child care? Were they community announcements on the frigging television?”
“Not for the first time, he sighed inwardly a the innate conservatism of women. It was as if being a mother, the agony of birth, rooted them eternally to the world, made them complicit in the foibles and errors and rank stupidity of men. Women were incapable of camaraderie, their own children would always come first.”
“There was a long silence. It was as if he could not comprehend what had just occurred, how the man’s action and the pain he was beginning to feel coincided.”
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In this way, in love, she could secure a familiar happiness. She had to forego the risk of an unknown, most likely impossible, most probably unobtainable, alternative happiness. She couldn’t take the risk. She was too tired.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
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Love and family meant nothing to her? Nothing mattered to her at this moment but her pride. Did she think she was being brave in disobeying him? She, Hector, the whole mad lot of them, they knew nothing of courage. Everything had been given to them, everything had been assumed as rightfully theirs. She even believed her defence of her friend was a matter of honour. One war, one bomb, one misfortune and she would fall apart. He meant nothing to her because like all of them she was truly selfish. She had no idea of the world and so believed her drama to be significant.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
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1. Hector
2. Anouk
3. Harry
4. Connie
5. Rosie
6. Manolis
7. Aisha
8. Richie
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