Tim Winton's Dirt music has got to be one of the best books i've read in a while. It takes a while for a POM to get the gist, as its full of Australian slang, you have to kind of go with the flow for a while otherwise you start questioning how good of a reader you actually are, as i only understood 60 percent of the words. Winton writes with a poetic flare, very descriptive and throws the English grammar book out the window! ('not one speech mark!')
The book follows Georgie who is a middle aged train wreck, jobless loveless and pointless! I started off not liking the character, she is just drinking herself into a whole whilst her fisherman boyfriend spends endless hours at sea. But as the story develops you learn about her past and the character she is. Running along side this character is Luther Fox, a outcast from society as a bushman artist. Obviously the characters fall in love (kind of!) but it's not quite as predictable as that.
Logging on - what a laugh. They should have called it stepping off. When Georgie sat down before the terminal she was gone in her seat, like a pensioner at the pokies, gone for all money. Into that welter of useless information night after night to confront people and notions she could do without. She didn't know why she bothered except that it ate time. Still, you had to admit that it was nice to be without a body for a while; there was an addictive thrill in being of no age, no gender, with no past. It was an infinite sequence of opening portals, of menus and corridors that let you into brief, painless encounters, where what passed for life was a listless kind of browsing. World without consequence, amen. And in it she felt light as an angel. Besides, it kept her off the sauce
A lot of questions are left unanswered, i took the ending to be totally different from my friends, it is highly annoying as you don't really know how it ends, but i guess that's what makes a good book.
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