What the actual hell, Peter Carey?
No doubt it’s un-Australian of me to begin a review of Peter Carey’s The Chemistry of Tears with that. But honestly… It started well. Then the middle bit… that’s where I started saying words like ‘hell’ and ‘eff it, I have to re-read that bit because what in God’s name was that about…’. And then the end – I’m sure it was terribly clever and studded with meaning. Only problem was that all the clues about the no-doubt exquisite ending were planted in the WTF middle bit.
“I find the notion that mysteries must be solved to be very problematic. You know what I mean? Every curator finally learns that the mysteries are the point.” Continue reading