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Hugh Lunn's searingly funny account of growing up in a working-class
family in 1950s Australia. It is an unforgettable story of boyhood friendship
and adventure, a mega-selling memoir that holds a special place in the
heart of thousands of Australians and that has made Hugh Lunn a national
treasure. You couldn't get much further away from international politics
than to be a child in Brisbane in 1951 but, although I was only nine years
old, I knew enough to know that you just don't get Russians called James.
I don't know how I knew this. But I did. And so it is that Hugh Lunn,
already instilled with fear and loathing of the Black and Yellow Terrors,
finds himself face to face with the Red Terror, in the form of nine-year-old
Russian Jim Egoroff. |
