Congratulations, Christos!

When I woke up unnaturally early this morning (because my mum was in the kitchen working her gracious way through my stockpile of dirty dishes, and understandably making some noise in the process) I picked up The Age to discover that a very dear and admired friend, Christos Tsiolkas, had won The Age Book of the Year (fiction) award for his third novel Dead Europe.

To say I was delighted would be as much of an understatement as to suggest that the surface temperature of the sun is a touch warm.

Good on ya, Christos!

Comments

walypala said…
Now I really do have to read it!

Where can I pick me up some of dat shit?
27/8/06 00:12
richardwatts said…
Try the Brunswick Street Bookstore, me old son.
27/8/06 05:39
Bonnie Conquest said…
BRILLIANT!
Indeed, excellent news to wake to!
Happy happy!
27/8/06 13:19
mskp said…
oh, BLOODY HELL, that makes me happy. he is a FUCKING GENIUS. and adorable. and clever. and wiiiiiise. and unassumingly good-looking. and completely charming. i like this news very much [as much as i like dead europe and christos]. alot. please pass on my congratulations, good sir.
29/8/06 00:38
richardwatts said…
Shall do, MSKP.
29/8/06 11:09
Bonnie Conquest said…
kp!
remember... we saw him... read from this.. together.. at trade's hall.. such a long time ago... it seems...
29/8/06 11:13
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