Melbourne publisher Transit Lounge has contracted my next book, I’m delighted to reveal.
Mural is a novella-length ‘confession’ by a psychopath held in a secure facility. It’s provocative and sometimes violent, challenging accepted views about what motivates murderers. It also investigates the lives of two very famous men, one of them Australia’s most prolific public artist.
Transit Lounge, an indie publisher with a big reputation for putting out excellent reading, hopes to release the book in September next year. In similar style to my debut novel The Hands of Pianists, which was among five shortlisted for last year’s Prime Minister’s Literary Awards, grainy photos and images punctuate Mural’s text. It is unashamedly Sebaldian.