Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Just like I haven’t read much from Indian novelists, I haven’t read many from down under, either. And, as I learned in ‘First Person,’ the Aussie mainlanders see anyone from Tasmania as uneducated bumpkins that don’t do much more than take up space. So why has Kif, an underemployed, self-professed writer who hasn’t written anything of value, been asked to take on the biography of a noted personality who may or may not be a crime lord and killer? Why does this larger-than-life personality show up for his scheduled interviews yet not answer a single question? And, finally, will Kif finally give into his subject’s demands to be killed? The story was decent—I never found Kif to be a terribly sympathetic character—and he raises more moral questions than the story answers.
Refocus for Reinvention