A story that so perfectly sums up the zeitgeist of the late ’00s that if you could bottle it, like a perfume, it would smell like missed mortgage payments and terror.
Friday, March 6, 2009
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“essentially a literary gossip column” – CK Stead, 18 April 2010
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