Anyone care to give a short book promo and excerpt? I reckon it would be a good way to find out about books that might be worth reading.
I bought this book a few years ago called 'Huckstep' by John Dale. It is a biography of a prostitute - Sallie Ann Huckstep - who lived in the sleezy area of inner Sydney, Australia in the 80s, and her involvement with some notorious criminals and senior policemen who were involved in the heroin scene. She went on a current affairs program after the policemen murdered her boyfriend (political motives re heroin dealing), and whistle-blew about the police corruption in Sydney and said if she died shortly after, we'd know what she said was true. Anyway she was murdered shortly afterwards by the same police. Predictably, there was a big coverup of her murder. And there was a royal commission into the police corruption a few years afterwards. The book describes all this from interviews with people associated with Sally and the case and from documents, etc. Good reading.
An excerpt (interview with Sallie's flatmate on the night of the murder)
"It was really pretty. This lttle apricot camisole with lace, Sallie used to walk around in that with shorts on. It looked like she'd settled in. "Let's have a quiet night," she said. "I'm expecting a telephone call at five to eleven." She wasn't goig out. I cooked dinner and about nine-o'clock went down to the Cock 'n' Bull for a bottle of wine. I was only gone about ten minutes; when I came back Sallie was doing her nails. She was really calm. Scott McCrae popped in to pick up a suitcase of his clothes that he'd left in the dining room. He did not stay. I went off to bed and woke up when the phone rang. It was 10.55. Sallie Anne was in the shower. I got up and answered it."
'A man's voice said, "Is Sllie-Anne there?" Sallie had come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her. i handed her the phone and went back to bed. I was lying there when she came into my room and flicked on the light. "it's Wozza," she said. " At least I haven't got to go to Ashfield this time."
'She became flustered. She started running around like crazy. She got changed into her blue top and jeans and went out the door and then she came racing back up the stairs. The way she ran up the staircase really frightened me. I jumped out of bed and went to the door. Sallie called out, "Gwen, it's me, Sallie!" Her mood had changed from being totally relaxed to being really frantic. And she just brushed past me and ran to the bedroom. "What are you looking for?" I said "What's Wrong?"
'"My keys, " whe sid, "I've forgotten my bloody keys." She was going through her big brown carrybad.
'I said "Is everything okay?"
'She rushed into the lounge and turned over the cushions on the sofa where she slept. She was panicky. "I'll be back in five, ten minutes," she said - the way people do. The she flew out the door. I didnt hear the car pull out or anything. I went over to the front window. I stood there for a few minutes just in case I saw anything, but there was nothing not a car or anything. I returned to bed.Ithought she must know what she is doing."
-------------------- Computer games don't affect kids. I mean if Pacman affected our generation as kids, we'd all be running around in a darkened room, munching pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.
"Being bitter and hateful is like drinking a vial of poison and hoping the other person gets sick" FreakQLibrium
"My motto from here on out is: If someone or something (including me) in my life is conducting themselves in such a way that they can be seen on Jerry Springer, it's time to take out the garbage!!! When you stop taking their behaviour personally and see their antics as a true reflection on their character, it becomes absolutely nauseating." Anon. on abusive relationships.
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