Has just this minute finished reading a book, an actual book! MIDNIGHT IN EUROPE, by superb espionage writer Alan Furst, my favourite genre fiction writer bar none. I would rather read anything of his than anything else by any other genre writer. Perfect stuck-in-hospital comfort food, his books are short, with much pared back and not included. The pace crackles along, the characters well drawn, sympathetic and vivid, and there is a light frosting of dark, wry humour.
Furst writes about pre-war Europe, as ordinary people find themselves getting caught up in terrifying events, and having to choose sides and undertake desperate missions. The prose is always crisp yet the atmosphere dense with a sense of authenticity. Plus believable, entertaining, nicely written, and often sad romance. I like that characters in Furst novels laugh and fall about and enjoy each other and have a swell time of it, even as darkness is gathering around them and time is only too short. I’ve been reading these books for more than twenty years, and they are still my favourites. Full marks! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️


Last night, against all expectation and likelihood, I finished reading an actual book! Nikki Savva’s THE ROAD TO RUIN, about the decline and fall of the Abbott Liberal government, and how, against the advice of seemingly every single person in government and indeed in all of Canberra, PM Tony and his extremely close Chief of Staff (there were strong, disturbing rumours of an affair) Peta Credlin carried on doing things their way, regardless of the consequences.
Terrific read, full of actual, attributed quotes from people within and without the government, very newsy and gossipy, with tons of chewy detail for political wonks such as your correspondent. Who rang whom, who swore bloody murder, and every last detail of the whole sorry catastrophe. Cor!
Only real complaint: book was obviously rushed to market, as it’s filled with typos and other glitches that should have been caught. And this copy was from the second printing, too!
The passages towards the end, after Malcolm Turnbull’s surgically precise coup to take the leadership, about Abbott’s burning fury, despair, desire for revenge, inability to cope, and glorious dreams of coming back–are deeply disturbing, but vividly portrayed via numerous witnesses.


last night finished reading MONA LISA OVERDRIVE, the third Sprawl novel of William Gibson (1988). Was great early Gibson fun! In some ways enjoyed it more even than NEUROMANCER. This is only the second time I’ve read it, too. First read it when I first bought it, way back when, and felt confused by it, despite having enjoyed NEUROMANCER and COUNT ZERO. For years I thought of it as sort of a misfire from the author, but now I see more clearly that it’s in many ways a more sophisticated book than the previous ones, more ambitious, and despite numerous complicated plot threads, it holds together well, and brings itself and the overall Sprawl series to a beautiful conclusion. Very highly recommended, but I’d strongly advise reacquainting yourself with the first two books before you dive in.

Shuffles feet; adjusts collar; clears throat


I have finally found out how to set up this shiny new WordPress installation, in my new website. Elapsed time from deciding to organise new website to now is about two weeks. Many, many conversations with tech support in two different companies, but now it’s all sorted.

I’m intending this site as primarily a place to find me if you want or need to contact me about anything, and as a place to find out about my books and writing in general. Over time that information will begin to sift down onto this page.

For now, should you need or want to reach me, I am @kabedford on Twitter, Adrian Bedford on Facebook, and have email at ambedford at westnet dot com dot au.

More soon. 🙂