Review: Joy Williams on Richard Flanagan

There is a ferocious rant at the beginning of Richard Flanagan’s superb new novel. It concerns our earth—Mother Earth.
The world grew daily hotter and smokier and nightly noisier: more construction noise more insects disappearing, more road noise more fish stocks collapsing, more news noise more frogs and snakes dying out … more fucking tourists everywhe…

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