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Circumcision: To cut or not to cut?

Circumcision 'prevents disease' study finds

The debate over circumcision is heating up, with new evidence showing it might prevent disease, writes Jordan Baker.

Professor Andrew Li circumcises men. About half his patients seek the procedure for medical reasons (infections, pain) and the rest for “personal” — mostly cosmetic — ones.

Of the latter, many are marched to the surgery by wives and girlfriends with a deep aversion to “ugly”, “unhygienic” foreskins.

“Some men come in with their partner and my whole conversation is with their partner,” says Dr Li.

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On the other side, there’s American Wayne Griffiths, 78. Wayne was so upset about being circumcised that he used weights to stretch his skin and “restore” his foreskin. That was in 1987. Since then, he’s helped more than 10,000 men across the world do the same thing.

“Circumcision cut off anywhere from 20 to 80 thousand nerve endings,” Wayne says. “They are all the pleasure-sensing nerves. And they’re gone forever.”

For such a little operation, circumcision causes big controversy. In the 1950s, 85 per cent of boys were circumcised and the remaining few suffered relentless teasing from their peers.

In recent decades, after doctors decided there was no medical need to cut the foreskin at birth, the opposite has become the case.

Today, just 10 to 15 per cent of boys get the snip, mostly for religious or cultural reasons.

“Cut” boys are now the odd ones out in the locker room, but their time may soon come again. A group of Australian doctors is campaigning for a return to routine circumcision, citing research that shows it protects men from a range of diseases, including two forms of cancer (penile and prostate), urinary tract infections and a range of sexually transmitted diseases, including HIV/AIDS and the human papilloma virus (HPV), which can lead to cervical cancer in their female partners.

“The evidence in favour of infant circumcision is now so strong that advocating this simple, inexpensive procedure for baby boys is about as effective and safe as childhood vaccination,” Professor Brian Morris, a professor of medicine at Sydney University, said recently.

In Australia, parents decide whether to circumcise their sons. However, only Queensland allows the procedure in public hospitals and the Medicare rebate is small.

Dr Alex Wodak, a doctor based at St Vincent’s Hospital in Sydney and a member of the Circumcision Foundation of Australia, says parents tend to be discouraged from the procedure by doctors who have not caught up with recent research showing the benefits, including that uncircumcised men are three to eight times more likely to catch HIV/AIDS and syphilis.

With good pain relief, the baby doesn’t have to suffer, so there’s no reason not to circumcise, Dr Wodak says.

“The benefits outweigh the risks by a huge amount,” he says. “The evidence is getting so strong and yet the opposition is so strident, and the situation is unfair for parents. They should be able to get fair and balanced information, but they’re not. It’s a simple procedure when it’s carried out on infants — it’s quick, it’s painless, the benefits are considerable and the risks very small.”

Opponents of circumcision, or “intactivists” as they are known, disagree. They argue that not only is circumcision medically unnecessary and even risky, but it damages the sensitivity of the penis.

Such a permanent operation must not be performed without permission, they say, which a baby can’t give. Should a man eventually wish to be circumcised, he can easily do it as an adult.

With extreme passion on both sides of the argument, parents can struggle to find unbiased information.

The closest comes from The Royal Australasian College of Physicians, which has found that even though circumcision can guard against diseases, those diseases are either easily treatable or extremely rare in Australia (most of the research was done in Africa).

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It advises that the risks outweigh the benefits, but leaves the final decision to parents.

The argument for circumcision:

  • Reduces risk of syphilis, gonorrhoea and human papilloma virus (HPV) (linked to cervical cancer in women); significantly reduces risk of HIV/AIDS.

  • Reduces risk of rare penile cancer, but the reduced risk of prostate cancer is still inconclusive.

  • Reduces risk of urinary tract infection 10-fold.

  • Effective analgesics make circumcision relatively painless.

The argument against circumcision:

  • Better treatment for and protection against STDs available, such as vaccine for HPV, condoms, or antibiotics for infections.

  • Australia has a tiny heterosexual HIV-positive population compared with Africa; local studies show circumcision not relevant here.

  • Complication rate of 1.5 per cent, most minor, some severe, such as amputation, dangerous infection.

Read more of this story in the May issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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Incredible time lapse video: From zero to 12-years-old

Incredible time lapse video: From zero to 12-years-old

Kids grow up so fast, but filmmaker Frans Hofmeester has found a way to capture almost every moment, literally.

Frans, a filmmaker from the Netherlands, has filmed his children growing up since they were born and has created time lapse videos of them both.

He started by filming his daughter Lotte from when she was born until she was 12-years-old.

“I filmed Lotte every week,” he told ABC News.

“I felt the need to document the way she looked to keep my memories intact.”

When Lotte was three her brother Vince was born and Frans began filming him too.

“Sometimes they did not feel like doing it, so I began to ask them questions,” he said. “That way I stalled them so I could complete each shot.”

So far the videos have had more than 700,000 views on his Vimeo page and he says he will continue filming their growth.

“There will be a lot of changes in the coming years,” he said. “And of course I will continue filming.”

Watch the Incredible time lapse video of Lotte in the video player above.

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Kate and Wills shine at premiere

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have hit the red carpet in the UK for the film premiere of African Cats, a documentary raising funds for Prince William’s animal conservation charity Tusk Trust.

Just days away from celebrating their one year wedding anniversary on April 29, the pair looked happy and in love as they smiled for waiting reporters and fans outside the event.

Co-founder of Tusk Trust Charlie Mayhew said the pair has a clear mutual love for Africa.

“Kate as we know got engaged to Prince William out in Africa and she’s got the same general love of the continent as he has. She very kindly came to LA (with William) to launch our USA patrons circle. I cannot tell you how successful that was,” he told the UK’s Daily Mail.

William and Kate arrive at the film premiere.

Kate wore a grey Matthew Williamson dress with turquoise detail.

The pair chat to Charlie Mayhew of Tusk Trust.

Kate’s flawless hair and make-up completed her stunning look.

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After Cleo, Came Jonah excerpt: The day I was diagnosed with breast cancer

Author Helen Brown recalls the day her doctor told her she would need a mastectomy in this extract from her new book.
The day I was diagnosed with breast cancer

Helen Brown

Author Helen Brown recalls the day her doctor told her she would need a mastectomy in this extract from her new book.

It’s hard to write about what happened that night except to say it’s one of the strangest events of my life. I’ve never been particularly psychic, and yet…

Before dawn I woke to the sound of wooden blinds slapping against the window. Rolling over to find a more comfortable position, I became aware of a human figure sitting in a chair across the room. It was — of all people — Mum.

My chest melted at the sight of her. Even though she’d died several years earlier, she seemed very much alive, her eyes blazing with love as she looked at me.

In front of her a black cat kept zigzagging across the room, moving too fast for me to figure out if it was Cleo.

Aware this encounter with Mum might be short, I seized the chance to ask her some questions.

“Is there a God?” I asked, feeling sheepish for being so unoriginal.

“Yes,” Mum replied matter-of-factly.

“Have you met him?”

“No,” she answered, with a tinge of regret.

“I miss you so much!” I cried, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of loss. She began shimmering around the edges, her body melting away in the chair.

“What should I know?” I cried, desperate that she was going to disappear.

“Good comes from good,” she replied before smiling enigmatically and vanishing.

Last thing I saw was the cat’s tail melting into the shadows.

Philip has a surprisingly open mind for someone who works in a concrete tower. “Was it a dream?” he asked after I recounted my experience the previous night.

It’d felt more real than a dream but that was all I could call it.

“What do you think it meant?” he asked.

“Maybe it’s about the book,” I said. “I think Mum was saying it could do some good — not just for me, but for other people. There was something really urgent about it, too. Mum and Cleo were telling me to hurry up and finish it. They don’t want me to waste time.”

The prospect of running out of time hadn’t occurred to me before. It was something I was about to confront.

Winter was creeping in — the trees had shaken off the last of their leaves and stood shivering in their underwear against the pale blue sky.

I’d booked in a while before to have a routine two-yearly mammogram, but the appointment had drifted to the bottom of my priority list and I’d lifted the phone a couple of times to cancel.

Now I was back working on my book about Cleo and worrying myself to distraction over Lydia going to Sri Lanka there didn’t feel like time for hypochondriac check-ups.

Anyway, the young doctor who’d done a breast examination a couple of months earlier had said everything was fine and I didn’t really need a referral to a breast clinic.

I was about to acquiesce to her advice, something stopped me. Instinct, maybe. Or one of the mood swings women my age is famous for. Besides, if I didn’t have the mammogram now I’d just end up having to do it later.

After scanning the magazines in the waiting room, I was summoned by the radiographer.

“Relax,” she said as she lined me up for the mammogram. “Stand naturally. Put your shoulder down. Relax. (Couldn’t she stop saying that word?) Move forward. Hold that handle. That’s it. Relax,” she said, flattening my right boob between the equivalent of two paving slabs and running a garbage truck over them.

“Take a breath. Don’t move. Now hold.”

After repeating this three times she came back after five minutes saying the images were under exposed and we’d have to do them again. After she’d finished crushing my boob again, she shepherded me into the ultrasound room.

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The ultrasound woman spread warm goo over my boobs and ran her scanner over them talking incessantly all the while.

After finishing, she wiped the goo off my breasts with paper tissues, helped me into a towelling robe and sent me off to sit in a vestibule.

I’m not a fan of confined spaces. After thumbing through home décor magazines for a while, unease closed in until a radiologist in a white coat finally appeared.

“Oh there you are!” she said, escorting me out of the vestibule and through a door labelled Assessment Room.

There she showed me ultrasound images of my right breast which showed dozens of white blobs swirling like stars through the Milky Way.

These were calcification, she explained, and were possibly an indication of irregularities in the cells. Careful language.

The radiologist made an appointment for me to see a surgeon and have a biopsy the following afternoon. She suggested I bring a support person.

Am I dying? I thought, suddenly numb to the core.

My fingers trembled as I punched Philip’s number into my phone. His voice was light and tender as he assured me that of course he’d be my support person tomorrow.

After we’d talked more and hung up I sat in my car for a while, in a daze. Only minutes had passed but I was already imagining how my family would cope without me.

I knew there was one person who would understand what I was going through — my oldest son Rob.

Rob and I had faced so much together [Helen’s son Sam, Rob’s brother, died in an accident when he was just nine]. We’d grieved in different ways for Sam and in some ways still were.

We’d found distraction and delight together in Cleo, the black cat who’d remained a living connection with Sam for nearly a quarter of a century.

Having suffered ulcerative colitis and having his colon surgically removed at the age of twenty-four, Rob knew exactly how it felt to be alone and frightened inside your own skin.

When Rob answered his phone and heard my news the emotional connection was immediate.

His words were cautious, but I could tell he was living and breathing it with me. We both understood that the clinic was drip-feeding information to prepare us for the worst when the test results came in tomorrow.

“It’s nowhere near as bad as what you went through,” I said. For the first time since the ominous mention of irregular cells, I was back inside my body being honest.

Clicking the phone off a while later, I felt surprisingly serene. Talking to Rob had put things into perspective.

Even if it was worst-case scenario and I was about to choose music for my funeral, it didn’t seem too terrible in the scheme of things.

Losing Sam had been far more harrowing. A life snuffed out before it’s barely begun. That’s tragedy.

The next day, a cheerful woman called my name and Philip followed me into the surgeon’s office.

Lined with pale wood, it was a pleasant room with brochures about handling emotions. A regulation box of tissues sat on the desk.

“How did this happen?” the surgeon asked me in a tone that was alarmingly tender as we peered at images of the swirling planetary system inside my right breast.

The nature of her question was unnerving. I’d eavesdropped on enough doctors to know they have a good idea what’s wrong long before they tell you anything.

“What’s your feeling?” I asked.

“I think it’s malignant.” Her sentence smashed across the room like a crate of empty bottles.

“But I haven’t got time to be sick,” I told her. “I’m writing a book.”

She smiled wryly. There was far too much knowledge in her eyes.

“Brave” and “positive” are words associated with people in this situation. I could summon up neither. I simply wanted to implode quietly in the corner.

“The growth is large,” she continued gently. “It’s spread across the breast.” “Mastectomy?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

When I asked about the possibility of a lumpectomy she said it was impossible considering the size of the growth. Performing a lumpectomy would mean taking the whole breast anyway.

“And the other breast?” “Possibly it will have to go, too. We won’t be sure until the biopsy and MRI results are through.”

“Do you think I’m going to . . . ?”

“You’ve had enough information to absorb for one day,” she said. “Let’s hope I’m wrong and the growth’s harmless.”

As we left, the clinic nurse handed me a psychologist’s business card. A shrink? Hell no, I thought, but slipped the card in my handbag anyway.

In the biopsy room a man handled my breast with what looked like a miniature ditch-digger with a staple gun attached.

The local anaesthetic had little effect. His gun discharged four painful shots before he was satisfied he had a sample of the offending tissue.

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Outside the clinic, beside the car, I wept into Philip’s neck. I’d encountered death before — my son, both parents and various friends. But I wasn’t ready to clasp its bony claw just yet.

The concept of dying was okay, providing it was relatively painless. What I couldn’t face was the prospect of leaving my husband and kids.

Edited extract from After Cleo, Came Jonah: How a crazy kitten and a rebelling daughter turned out to be blessings in disguise, by Helen Brown, published by Allen & Unwin, April, $27.99.

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I was nearly eaten by lions… now I’m a model

I fell 3000m in a plane crash and survived

Sudanese model Akeer Chut-Deng.

Akeer Chut-Deng was just seven when the lions and hyenas came looking for blood. Until then, the tribal and sectarian violence that swept the rest of the Sudan during the late 1980s had bypassed the tiny village where she lived with her mother and family.

“But then the war came, and suddenly there were bodies everywhere in the bush, lots of bodies left there to rot,” recalls Akeer, now 28.

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“Until then the animals were a part of our world. We were careful, but not afraid of them. But the bodies drove the animals crazy and they came to the village at night looking for easy prey, for our animals and people.”

As night fell, Akeer’s mother locked her and her cousin into an old wooden sea chest inside their hut, then stood guard at the door with a burning torch.

“One night when my mother was moving some cattle, a lion got in and killed a goat,” says Akeer. “We were terrified. I remember screaming and screaming. The goat was named Akeer, after me. My family saw that as a sign that our old life was over and we had to escape.”

It’s difficult to imagine anything farther from the sequined, pouting, strike-a-pose glamour of modelling than the horrors of the Sudanese civil war.

Millions died, and millions more were left homeless and dispersed around the world, including 20,000 Sudanese refugees who now live in Australia.

It’s from this humanitarian tragedy that a small group of beautiful young, mostly Sudanese-born Australian women have discovered opportunities far beyond anything they ever considered possible in their strife-torn country of birth.

Their striking looks, long legs and slender bodies are perfectly suited to the catwalks, not just here in Australia but across the world.

Ajak Deng, now a top international model living and working in New York, is the most prominent of the current crop of Sudanese-Australian models. Her achievement has prompted others, such as rising stars Nikki Thot and Flora Blaik, to follow.

But their successes are not the first. Akeer Chut-Deng is a part-time model and a financial planner with a major bank.

Just a few years ago, she was also considered a bright prospect in the international modelling arena, working between London, Paris and New York for a variety of high profile clients.

At 28 — and a mother to two young boys Yannick, seven, and Levi, four — Akeer has been modelling since she was 17.

But the glitz and glamour of the catwalk is worlds away from her start in life. Akeer’s family, members of the Dinka tribal group, comes from a small village on the Upper Nile in South Sudan.

“The country was in complete turmoil when we decided to leave — Muslim against Christian,” says Akeer.

“We went to Ethiopia, but they kicked us out and we had to walk from Addis Ababa to Kenya, hundreds of kilometres.”

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Akeer was 11 when she and her family were accepted as refugees by Australia and moved to Toowoomba in Queensland.

“It was so different,” she says. “I spoke Arabic and Dinka, but no English, and the cultural difference was great. At first we were welcomed, but as more Sudanese started to arrive, everything changed and people became hesitant, then ruder and more discriminatory.”

Read more of this story and see more photos in the May issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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I fell 3000m in a plane crash and survived

I fell 3000m in a plane crash and survived

Juliane Koepcke visits the site of the plane crash that nearly claimed her life.

Juliane Koepcke remembers her fall from the sky as if it were a fragment of a dream. There is a whooshing in her ears, a sensation of spinning, and finally a glimpse of what looks like a giant bunch of broccoli hurtling towards her. Then everything is dark and silent. Except for the insects and the bats and the snakes.

High above the Peruvian jungle, the aircraft Juliane was travelling in had broken up in a violent electrical storm. Still strapped into a row of seats, she had fallen more than three kilometres.

Looking around at the strange, glistening fauna of the forest floor, she felt less a sense of terror than bewilderment. The most bewildering thing of all was that she was still alive.

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“That was the first big shock,” she says. “I couldn’t actually move, but at least I knew I wasn’t dead. I understood what had happened, that I’d fallen from the plane, but it made no sense.

“How could I be alive? Then I felt the quiet, and although I wasn’t afraid, exactly, I had this terrible feeling of having been abandoned.”

More than 40 years after what was hailed around the world as the ultimate story of human survival, Juliane, a talkative, well-groomed blonde, is making a soft landing on a London hotel sofa.

She still has a touch of knee-pain, occasional neck twinges, and finds it easier to sleep with an orthopaedic pillow, but at 57 appears to be remarkably intact.

What hurts most, she says, is that over the years her story has been embellished and re-worked by others to the point where much of the truth has been lost.

“I was a naive teenager when it happened,” she tells me. “I didn’t know much about the world, I was overwhelmed by all the attention and I let other people speak for me.”

Now Juliane has written her own account of the Peruvian plane crash and her subsequent — equally remarkable — escape from the jungle.

“As much as anything,” she says, “I wanted to make sense of it all, and the things that happened afterwards. It had a very deep effect on me that went beyond all the focus on how I survived.”

One of the unhappy consequences of her survival was the painful estrangement it caused between Juliane and her father, Hans-Wilhelm, a brilliant, but emotionally austere German bio-scientist.

Juliane’s mother, Maria, died in the crash, and Hans-Wilhelm struggled to come to terms with the fact that while his 17-year-old daughter returned home a global celebrity, his wife’s remains lay rotting in the jungle.

“For a long time he did not want to see me,” says Juliane. “He was paralysed by grief and I think some sense of guilt, and it was very difficult for him to accept that his wife had died and I was alive.

“Mummy and I looked a lot like each other, and I think every time he saw me it reminded him too much of her. So he sent me away, and it was a long time before we could talk to each other again.”

On Christmas Eve, 1971, Maria and Juliane were booked aboard a flight from Lima to the provincial town of Pucallpa where Hans-Wilhelm was working.

The aircraft, a Lockheed L-188A turboprop, carrying 86 passengers and six crew took off before noon in good weather, but after about 30 minutes ran into a thunderstorm.

“I was in a window seat because I always liked looking down at the forests,” Juliane says, “but soon it was too dark to see. It was as though night had fallen, and there was a tremendous amount of turbulence and lightning all around us.

“My mother said, ‘I don’t like this’, but I don’t think I was frightened. I wasn’t a nervous flyer. Everyone had been in such a good mood. They were excited about going home for Christmas and they were carrying presents, but now they were crying and praying.”

Minutes later, the entire plane lit up as a blinding flash of lightning ricocheted off the starboard wing. “I remember my mother turning to me, quite calmly, and saying, ‘Now it’s over.’

“Those must have been her last words. All I could hear were the engines roaring and people screaming, and the wind in my ears. And then I was no longer in the plane. I was falling.”

When I Fell From the Sky: The True Story of One Woman’s Miraculous Survival

Read more of this story in the May issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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Is your family in good financial shape?

When it comes to money talk, sometimes it's just easier to bury our heads in the sand and hope for the best. Take charge now by asking yourself the following questions.
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Do you have…

A budget that you stick to?

It is essential for all families to have a household budget and stick to it. If you spend more than you earn, it can quickly land you on the rollercoaster of debt. Look for ways to reduce spending such as using discount petrol dockets, buying generic brand groceries, taking your own lunch to work and cutting back on take-away dinners. Use one of the many online budget trackers provided by financial institutions.

A strategy for paying off debts?

One of the biggest threats to family budgets is credit card debt. Credit cards are fine if they are paid off in full each month before interest is incurred. But if there is a large amount of debt sitting on a card, it could be costing you big time as interest rates on credit cards can be as high as 20 per cent or more. It’s important to pay off this kind of debt as fast as possible. To do this, you will need to make more than the minimum repayments each month. If you have several cards maxed-out, consider rolling all the debt in to one low interest-bearing card to save on interest costs. Once you’ve paid off the credit cards, tackle personal loans and the mortgage next. If you can, make extra repayments on your home loan and reduce interest.

Adequate protection if something happened to you?

It is something we don’t like to think about, but you need to ask yourself how your family would cope financially if you or your partner prematurely died, were injured in an accident or became too sick to work. These days, insurance doesn’t have to be a big drain on the budget. If cash flow is tight, you can get affordable life insurance and income protection through your superannuation. If finances allow, it’s also wise to look into Trauma and Total and Permanent Disability (TPD) insurance.

An up-to-date will?

Having an up-to-date will is a must and it’s also advisable to have an enduring power of attorney and advanced health directive in place so someone can make financial or health decisions on your behalf if you are unable to.

An emergency fund?

As a contingency for life’s unexpected expenses, it is essential to have an emergency fund or access to cash through a mortgage redraw facility or offset account. A good rule of thumb is to have at least three months salary in the kitty. This may seem a tall order for most, but it’s worth starting to build this up because you never know when you might need it.

A savings plan for the future?

While it’s important to create financial security for your family today, it’s also vital to have a long-term plan for the future. A financial planner can help you work out how much you will need to live the lifestyle you want in retirement. They can also assist with strategies to boost your super, such as consolidating multiple accounts to reduce fees and salary sacrificing.

Dianne Charman is an AMP financial planner and mother of two.

Dianne Charman is an Authorised Representative of AMP Financial Planning Pty Ltd, ABN 89 051 208 327, AFS Licence No. 232706. Any advice given is general only and has not taken into account your objectives, financial situation or needs. Because of this, before acting on any advice, you should consult a financial planner to consider how appropriate the advice is to your objectives, financial situation and needs.

To find your nearest AMP financial planner visit www.amp.com.au/findaplanner.

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Book Review: ‘Cocaine Blues’ by Kerry Greenwood

The Honourable Phryne Fisher is a glamorous, gutsy, and gloriously wealthy detective in 1920s Australia.
Cocaine Blues

Cocaine Blues by Kerry Greenwood, Allen & Unwin, $22.99

The Honourable Phryne Fisher is a glamorous, gutsy, and gloriously wealthy detective in 1920s Australia.

Miss Fisher adores lobster mayonnaise with cucumber, gowns of liquid satin, and catching the criminals who roam the well-appointed drawing rooms and seedy backstreets of Melbourne.

Kerry Greenwood’s novels have often been compared to those of Agatha Christie, and while similarities and cheeky references abound, Miss Fisher is quicker, kinder, racier, and much more democratic than any character sprung from the pen of Dame Agatha.

Phryne starved “like Billy-o” until she was twelve years old and three people between her father and his inheritance died.

It’s an experience that’s given her an appealing irreverence and fearlessness, and in Cocaine Blues she’s something of an action hero.

The Miss Fisher Murder Mysteries have been re-released to coincide with Phryne’s debut on Australian television, so if you haven’t fallen for her yet prepare to be seduced.

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Book Review: ‘The Beginner’s Goodbye’ by Anne Tyler

Aaron Woolcott works in the family's small publishing business writing beginner's guides to just about everything, but when his wife Dorothy is killed, he doesn't have a clue where to start.
The Beginner's Goodbye

The Beginner’s Goodbye by Anne Tyler, Chatto & Windus, $29.95

Aaron Woolcott works in the family’s small publishing business writing beginner’s guides to just about everything, but when his wife Dorothy is killed mid-argument by a falling oak tree he doesn’t have a clue where to start.

Dorothy’s apparent return from the dead just under a year later doesn’t perturb him but he does find the reactions of others a little strange.

They prefer not to look at her, even when she gives one of her characteristic dry chuckles.

The Beginner’s Goodbye is a quietly quirky post-mortem of an unremarkable marriage. Aaron tells his story in the first person, and as he slowly begins to understand his relationship, his dead wife and himself, so do we.

Dead Dorothy is less happy with her marriage than she seemed to be in life.

But her intermittent reappearances give her and Aaron time to resolve their differences and lost opportunities. A wise, gently funny, charming novel.

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Book Review: ‘Vengence Road’ by Rick Mofina

There's much more to the particularly disturbing murder of prostitute Bernice Hogan than police are letting on and journalist Jack Gannon is determined to discover the truth.
The Beginner's Goodbye

Vengence Road by Rick Mofina, Mira $29.99

There’s much more to the particularly disturbing murder of prostitute Bernice Hogan than police are letting on and journalist Jack Gannon is determined to discover the truth.

He also wants to know what happened to her friend Jolene Peller who went missing on the night of the murder, just when she was about to leave town to start a new life.

Gannon’s instincts are spot on. Police appear to suspect one of their own, the heroic Karl Styebeck who’s famous for saving a family from the burning house.

But this story could prove to be the undoing of Buffalo’s finest crime reporter. He’s forced to go it alone, digging deep into the Styebeck family’s buried past, with increasing urgency, as more and more girls are found dead.

This is the first Jack Gannon novel from thriller writer Rick Mofina, and it’s a ripper, ten out ten for intensity.

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