This book was going fine until Franks discusses the murder victim “Ah Fook”. Like come on, that’s just a bit too on the nose. Speaking of noses, this is the biography of a one Nosey Bob, potentially the most infamous Australian without a nose (Peter Dutton notwithstanding) and potentially the only man who can give Tycho Brahe a run for money in the proboscis department. Plus, how does Franks know all these things? She wasn't there, it's not like there's a colonial history archives of Australia available from many libraries around Australia. Does she not know that the world actually began last Tuesday, and everything that supposedly came before is just a shared hallucination by big pharma, and more importantly, big history? If the Catholic Church can make up the Dark Ages, then those involved with promoting a white side of history can make up all this!

In all seriousness, despite years of badgering (and having been spruiked this novel by my eventual manager at the SLNSW bookstore following my job interview (she didn't conduct the interview bcs public service) and thought she was genuinely promoting it), following the cessation of my master's (without Franks I would not have survived), I've finally gotten around to reading about the noseless one. For all intents and purposes, I did receive the author's preferred corrected copy, so feel free to mail in to Franks for your own copy!