I found this book in the library called The Bogan Delusion by David Nichols. I took it home purely because of the title. I found that it was not so much a book as a rant, but very entertaining and at times even enlightening. Mr Nichols is an urban planner, teaching at the University of Melbourne. A few years ago he moved from inner city Melbourne to outer suburban Broadmeadows, one of Melbourne's best known public housing estates and supposed Bogan Central. With the zeal of the convert, he launches a defence of all things outer suburban against all things inner suburban. His chief target is the notion of the "bogan", the stereotypical uncultured, hard-drinking, mullett-wearing, uneducated outer suburban Australian, for whom Broadmeadows is supposed to be the natural habitat. His idea is that there is really no such thing as a bogan. From his description it would be hard to tell because he never really describes clearly what a bogan is, despite hi...
"We are tiny specks of life wandering around the edge of this vast expanse of blue, and imagining ourselves on our blue planet can bring us both humility and comfort." Helen Czerski