Cairo by Chris Womersley

Didn’t like this one all that much. It’s the story of a young man’s misspent youth amongst the bohemian arty set in Melbourne thirty or so years ago. They are planning an art heist and he gets involved. The voice of this novel really irritated me, like a young person writing down every single thought they had without discriminating between something worth recording and the most uninteresting and worthless trivia. Because he’s writing it and it’s about him, everything he thinks and sees and does has value …….well no, Chris, sorry.