Trompe-l’œil: On reading Eleanor Catton’s The Luminaries

Trompe-l’œil: On reading Eleanor Catton’s The Luminaries

  I took it camping with me over New Year, I took it up north over ANZAC weekend. I talked about it in work meetings (‘Is it a good story? I like a good story.’),  discussed it in Wellington (‘Im about half way through.’ ‘Me too’ ‘I keep forgetting which characters are which…might write it down.’) and as Mum and I ascended the Pinnacles  in the Coromandel, she assured me that things really pick up after about page 500 (She was right. Go Mum!) And now, 832 pages later, my…