After the past few years, you’d be forgiven for thinking political satire is dead. The Speechwriter proves it isn’t so.
Martin McKenzie-Murray’s skewering of Australian bureaucracy and political lethargy is one of the funniest books I’ve read in years, and I am endlessly grateful to Scribe for sending me a copy to review.
The absurdity is unshakably familiar, but dialed up to eleven. The tone is endearingly nihilistic: the fed-up straight man to the world’s clown car. The Speechwriter had me snort-laughing on almost every single page.
It is styled as the prison memoir of Toby, former speechwriter to the PM and current inmate of Sunshine correctional facility. It is edited (with frequent footnote asides) from his murderous cellmate Garry. Together, they weave a tale so extraordinary you can’t help but believe it.
This is Australian humour at its finest. A highly recommended read for anyone who needs a wry laugh and a shot in the arm.