‘It used to be suffocatingly scorching, and the viewers of howling teenagers was once viciously detached to the violence being performed to my integrity as an artist through each ghastly syllable i used to be obliged to utter and through each mincing step i used to be obliged to take. because the foul scent of the traditional wig i used to be donning wafted into my nostrils, i started to view the bombing of Darwin with whatever like nostalgia.’
William strength, actor and someday inner most inquiry agent, has again from the Northern Territory, shaken, stirred, and usually discombobulated. ‘I survived the tropics with my lifestyles and my appears intact, regardless of the simplest efforts of the vegetation, fauna, and armed forces Intelligence to thieve either from me.’ it's past due 1942, and in what he believes is a demeaning sideshow to the struggle, he unearths himself taking part in a pantomime dame. If in basic terms this was once his in simple terms fear, yet, as his nice hero, Shakespeare, famous, ‘When sorrows come, they arrive now not unmarried spies, yet in battalions.’ Can Will ultimately conquer his tendency to be the dwelling embodiment of Murphy’s Law?
PRAISE FOR ROBERT GOTT
‘Aussie comedian crime fiction wouldn’t be an analogous with no William strength … an enjoyable combination of humour, historic crime, and the realm of theatre.’ The Sydney Morning Herald