Black bag of clean clothes slung over his shoulder, Eddie Perfect is fresh from the laundromat when we meet in a Bondi Beach bookstore-cafe. He’s temporarily separated from his own front loader in Melbourne.
The shop is a jumble of books, crammed and dark, with two wooden tables for cafe customers and armchairs for readers. We are in a section with a prominent display of heavy hitters – Kurt Vonnegut, Stephen King and Patrick White.
