David’s journalism students petrify him. Then again, so does his cat.
His girlfriend broke up with him, he writes about bars for a shrinking newspaper that’s abandoned news reporting for lifestyle articles, and he’s desperately searching for meaning amongst the backdrop of Sydney’s social scene.
Then he meets a young woman who just might be the answer. The only problem is, she’s a friend of one of his students.
The above is the premise of my first novel, which was inspired by my days – or should I say nights – of working on Bar Zine and writing for the paper.
Called Drowning in the Shallows, my bastard child of a novel is a satire of Sydney’s social scene … and of male behaviour … and of journalism … and, well, pretty much everything. Naturally, me being me, a ruthless cat is one of the key characters.