What Days Are For
Author: Dessaix, Robert
ISBN: 9780857985767
Publisher: LOCAL KNOPF RANDOM HOUSE
Year First Published: 2014
Pages: 240
Dimensions: 221mm x 144mm x 25mm
Format: Hardback
Description
Witty, acerbic, insightful musings from Robert Dessaix, one of Australia's finest writers.
Witty, acerbic, insightful musings from Robert Dessaix, one of Australia's finest writers.
One Sunday night in Sydney, Robert Dessaix collapses in a gutter in Darlinghurst, and is helped to his hotel by a kind young man wearing a T-shirt that says FUCK YOU. What follows are weeks in hospital, tubes and cannulae puncturing his body, as he recovers from the heart attack threatening daily to kill him.
While lying in the hospital bed, Robert chances upon Philip Larkin's poem 'Days'. What, he muses, have his days been for? What and who has he loved - and why?
This is vintage Robert Dessaix. His often surprisingly funny recollections range over topics as eclectic as intimacy, travel, spirituality, enchantment, language and childhood, all woven through with a heightened sense of mortality.
ISBN: 9780857985767
Publisher: LOCAL KNOPF RANDOM HOUSE
Year First Published: 2014
Pages: 240
Dimensions: 221mm x 144mm x 25mm
Format: Hardback
Description
Witty, acerbic, insightful musings from Robert Dessaix, one of Australia's finest writers.
Witty, acerbic, insightful musings from Robert Dessaix, one of Australia's finest writers.
One Sunday night in Sydney, Robert Dessaix collapses in a gutter in Darlinghurst, and is helped to his hotel by a kind young man wearing a T-shirt that says FUCK YOU. What follows are weeks in hospital, tubes and cannulae puncturing his body, as he recovers from the heart attack threatening daily to kill him.
While lying in the hospital bed, Robert chances upon Philip Larkin's poem 'Days'. What, he muses, have his days been for? What and who has he loved - and why?
This is vintage Robert Dessaix. His often surprisingly funny recollections range over topics as eclectic as intimacy, travel, spirituality, enchantment, language and childhood, all woven through with a heightened sense of mortality.
