![]() ![]() This book is an act of divination: Giggs reads the debris as tea leaves. It is demonstrative of the fact that within the whale, both archetype and, painfully, the material bodies of actual whales, is matter with which to divine the whole world. The question that the book poses concerns more than just whales. I’m glad to have been able to read it this way, to take time with the whales and everything inside them, to allow all that this is to settle: broken polythene greenhouses, giant intestinal worms and human moral reckonings. Owing that its European publication date was pushed back due to the disparate realities of coronavirus, I’ve had my advance copy for some time. ![]() ![]() I took a while to read Fathoms: The World in the Whale, the debut of Australian writer Rebecca Giggs. ![]()
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