A strange book in some ways. I have found that protagonists that are touted as having a notably dry or irreverent wit that they employ to negotiate life's difficulties,often come across on page as being closed off, flat and two dimensional. It's like the author has accepted the characters need to...
They heard his footsteps on the verandah. ‘I was in the district. Asked around. Hope you don’t mind.’ ‘Oh no, not at all. Good to see you. Fancy that. Look who’s here, Irene.’ Irene’s eyes went flat. For once, Rex didn’t give a damn. Instead of asking Irene to make more tea, he went to the pantry...