The PointOn a promontory in a lake within a city built by the famed architect Walter Burley Griffin and his wife Marion Mahony, rises an elegant glass confection which is home to the best restaurant in the city - The Point. Here, in lamp-lit art deco splendour, comfortable well-heeled patrons like computer engineer Jerome Glancy, come to break bread and feast on the fine food of its chef, Flora, whose 'food is an idea, carefully thought out, before it becomes flesh on a plate'. In a modern city, the pleasures of gastronomy are neither affordable nor of interest to much of the population and the piece of land on which the Point rests approximates as home for a couple of oddly matched vagrants: ex-lawyer Clovis and a young heroin addict, Gwenyth. When a man is brutally murdered, the paths of the 'haves' and the 'have-nots' cross and what looked like difference suddenly seems strangely more familiar. Now in handsomely re-packaged B format, The Point is a novel of intricate complexity and wit about our appetites and desires and the way they irrevocably shape the world. |
Contents
Chapter 20 | |
Chapter 21 | |
Chapter 22 | |
Chapter 23 | |
Chapter 24 | |
Chapter 25 | |
Chapter 26 | |
Chapter 27 | |
Chapter 8 | |
Chapter 9 | |
Chapter 10 | |
Chapter 11 | |
Chapter 12 | |
Chapter 13 | |
Chapter 14 | |
Chapter 15 | |
Chapter 16 | |
Chapter 17 | |
Chapter 18 | |
Chapter 19 | |
Chapter 28 | |
Chapter 29 | |
Chapter 30 | |
Chapter 31 | |
Chapter 32 | |
Chapter 33 | |
Chapter 34 | |
Chapter 35 | |
Chapter 36 | |
Chapter 37 | |
Chapter 38 | |
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