WTAF was that? I acknowledge Tsiolkas‘ contribution to #ozfiction. I loved The Slap and found it ground-breaking. And I haven‘t minded a couple of his other books: Seven and a Half & Barracuda. But this was something else. Hist fic where Tsiolkas embodies St Paul. I was disoriented & revolted & read much of it with a scowl on my face. The abundance of “rutting”, “stench” & brutality were A LOT. Was it amazing or terrible 🤔🤷🏻♀️? Or was it both?