A curious thing happened: the terrains of England began to impinge on my consciousness, altering, then effacing, the world outside the library window… I was wrapped in a pleasurable dreaminess. I was in a better place. If true life existed… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
Chopper Read attended a writing school I gave for inmates at Risdon Prison in Hobart many years ago. Even if I hadn't known about his hacked-off ears and his criminal history, I'd have found him powerful and compelling. — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
At one level, an award is an endorsement, a confirmation, but I always find myself looking askance at awards and good reviews, as though… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
I grew up in a house full of books, and we belonged to the Country Lending Service - each month the State Library would… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
Delaying and withholding tactics, red herrings, partial and doubtful outcomes are stock in trade for fiction writers, especially crime writers. — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
A good writer can set a thriller anywhere and make it convincing: the trick is to evoke the setting in such a way that… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
I have no favourite genre or style but treat each novel with the same care, imagination and craftsmanship. It's as difficult to write a… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
“press charges. Meanwhile see what Angela Sullivan has to say for herself, find the house and have it forensically examined—that’s if it’s still standing.’… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
To be a writer, you must be a reader, yet as many as 30 per cent of my writing students were not readers. — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
“Peninsula Freeway, and another off Penzance Beach Road, which wound in a dizzying climb high above sea level. She slowed for an intersection, the… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
“He found her seated on her veranda steps, picking grass seeds out of a pair of old khaki army socks. About sixty, with the… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
“With his pinned-back ears and face suffused with strong, hard-to-read feelings, Bowie looked sleek and dangerous briefly, belying the neatness, the pampered hands.” — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
