In the nineteenth century Charles Dickens wrote his novels as serials; in the late twentieth century Merilee Moss conjures up a new kind of serial fiction: of ghosts, of crime, of satire and of lesbian desire. When the ghostly Fedora interrupts Julie Barnard’s morning coffee in Brunswick Street, Julie’s life is set to change. An out-of-work PI, Julie is seduced by Fedora’s French accent and flamboyant hats, but soon discovers that wearing beautiful hats is a dangerous activity.
“A roll-on-the-floor-and-laugh-out-loud piss-take of the whisky- and tobacco-pumped Peter Corris detective fiction. Sydney has Phil Scott.... Melbourne now has Moss.” —no name