I've been reading The Mystery of a Hansom Cab by Fergus Hume - just ask anyone I know or vaguely know or just bumped into this week - and finished it this morning on the way to an earlier than usual start to the Arvo Job.What a perfect train book - snappy chapters, colourful characters, 
philosophical musings, spiffy language, rather avant-guarde views of the two sexes mixed with a generous sprinkling of genuine, Victorian Age, teeth gritting declarations about the frailty of women (plus lots of fainting and screaming) and toe curling boasts about the manliness of men (plus lots of horse riding and shenanigans with actresses). Both sexes, however, equally suffered from attacks of brain fever.
philosophical musings, spiffy language, rather avant-guarde views of the two sexes mixed with a generous sprinkling of genuine, Victorian Age, teeth gritting declarations about the frailty of women (plus lots of fainting and screaming) and toe curling boasts about the manliness of men (plus lots of horse riding and shenanigans with actresses). Both sexes, however, equally suffered from attacks of brain fever.All this, as well as an evocative tour of Melbourne back in the 1880s, and a murder mystery to boot.
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